"Lower your knees a little," Winnie told me.

I lowered my knees and sat up straight, with my legs crossed under me. Winnie shifted his weight on the bed. His fingers ran along the gauze wrapped around my face. His fingers picked up the gauze on the side of my head. Remove the tape.

He untied the bandage. My heart is beating harder!

As he grew more and more, took off the gauze. There was a tingling pain in my chest.

A dim lamp was creeping into my complete darkness. Light poured in from the edges, but the center of my vision was still black. The gauze pressure was gone, but I could still feel something covering my eyes. Winnie grabbed something. I closed my eyes tightly, and the pain spilled down my cheeks and into my temples.

Wineila pulls the covering over my eyes, tugging at my eyelashes. Winnie gasped. It was as if my eyelids were glued together. I laboriously peeled them apart. I finally opened my eyes wide, and the pain in my forehead was terrible. The skin around my cheeks and above my nose was also very tight.

Everything around was blurred. I've never worn glasses before, and now it looks like everything is in a haze. My eyes are covered with a film!

A middle-aged man sat on the bed in front of me. It must be Dr. Winnie. He had jet-black hair with a hint of gray. He wears gold-rimmed glasses.

A large white coat was draped over his body. Inside is a plaid shirt, and this strange film on my eyes makes the color appear softer. Winnie's thin lips opened in a big smile.

I crossed him and saw a wooden staircase going up. I squinted my eyes, trying to see better. But it's still so blurry in the distance. I managed to imagine the two corridors leading to the back of the stairs.

And my infusion stand. I frowned and turned my head. The metal pole was behind me. I shouldn't see this when I look straight in.

"Did you see that?" Winnie asked.

"Yes," I said. "But it's really vague."

Except for me, it looks like a doctor's office. There is a large counter with a sink on which cabinets are hung. There is also a large desk with a worn office chair in the back. This must be the chair I heard squeaking.

"Look at me, Diana," he said.

He rested his hand on my chin and lifted my head. His eyes swept over my face. He gave me a thumbs up and put it on my cheek. He pushed against the tight skin, and I cried out in pain.

"Unbelievable," he said, his voice above a whisper. "There was a lot of swelling on the face, but it seemed to work."

"What did you do?" I asked.

The beeps of my heart monitor are getting faster and faster.

Winnie gave a thumbs up and stroked the injured skin above my eyebrows. The pain crept up to my temples again, and I gritted my teeth strongly.

"What do you see?" He asked me.

"Everything in the distance is blurry," I said. I squinted to see him. His elbows seemed to rest on his knees. Leaning forward, he checked as if he were sucking my face.

"The colors also look weird. They are so...... Have the blues. ”

I blinked a few times, trying to get the membrane off my eyes.

It reminds me of the first time I opened my eyes in the morning, when I saw the world as a haze. That usually only lasts a fraction of a second, but now I'm stuck in it.

Winnie held up his finger in front of me.

"Follow my fingers with your eyes, but don't move your head," he instructed me.

As his fingers moved back and forth in front of me, my eyes followed his fingers in front of me. He put his finger close to my face and then farther away. The burning pain behind my eyes got worse because of all this movement.

"It's just amazing," he said. "Where does it still hurt?"

"It hurts when I move my eyes," I said weakly.

"I'll give you some painkillers," he said. "Lie down and rest."

Winnie stood up from the side of the bed. He opened the cupboard and took out the basket. He searched for several vials. He placed a vial on the counter, filled it with liquid with the needle of a new syringe, and injected it into a small bag.

Winnie walked over to the bed and hung the bag next to my IV set, and I watched as he attached the bag to the pump.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes," I said. "I want to drink water"

He grabbed a cup from the windowsill and poured it with water. Handed it to me, I took a sip. My throat is no longer dry, and I don't feel the urge to drink water.

He held my hand and there were bruises all around my wrists.

"I can show you off, haha, you have to take better care of yourself," he said.

"I'll tell them you kidnapped me," I said.

Winnie giggled and spun around on the bed. He put his hand on the ECG monitor and leaned over to read.

"They all did the same thing, kitten," he said.

"They kidnap people and operate on them against their will?" I asked. He shrugged. "More or less."

"What the hell did you do?"

Winnie reached out and grabbed the top of my dress. I patted his hand and grabbed the neckline. I hurried to the other side of the bed. He rolled his eyes.

"I turned off the ECG monitor." He said. "I'm going to take those off your chest."

"I can do it," I said.

I looked down at my chest and saw the wires stuck to my skin.

The beeping has stopped. He was leaning against the bed rail, his hands still on top of my gown. I tried to take it out of his hands. He clenched his hands so tightly that he had a robe. He pulled me across the bed to him.

He made us very close, and our foreheads touched. His face was the first clear thing I could see since the bandage came off. He has black bags under his eyes. Stubble runs down his chin.

"Let's figure one thing out," he said with a seeming growl.

"You're mine. You are my creation. I will take care of you. Do you understand? ”

"I don't want you to touch me." I pulled on my robe again, but it didn't move. I tried to pry his fingers open. He raised his other hand and grabbed me by the hair. He pressed my head against the pillow. He's on top.

"I don't have to be so good, Diana," he said. "I can not give you painkillers, but I don't want to see you suffer. If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll confine you to this bed. I will do everything for you. Do you want that?

I shook my head, the pain stabbing my skull.

Winnie grinned. He let go of my dress. I put my hands on my chest. He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. Is this a sign that he can't bear it anymore? My hands were shaking.

Winnie reached into the big white pocket. Take out a small package and tear off the top. A pungent smell of alcohol filled my nose. He pulled down my dressing gown again.

"It's going to be a little cold," he warned me before rubbing against my chest. He ran along the tape that held the wires to my chest. He slowly tore the tape off, and I could only bite my lip and resist the pain of the tape pulling at my skin.

I closed my eyes as he lowered my chest. I focused on the pain around my eyes to distract myself from his fingers.

"If you do it yourself, you might tear your skin," he said. "You're already scarred. You know, I don't want your white skin to be hurt again. ”

After Winnie removed the last wire, I pulled up my robe. He rolled his eyes as he turned his back to me. He washed his hands by the sink.

I touched the swollen skin around my eyes. I winced as the pain slipped down my cheeks.

"I'll bring you something to eat," he said, wiping his hands clean. "I want you to stay in bed. You know what?! ”

"Okay," I said.

His vague figure walked up the steps, and the figure seemed to merge with the staircase. The door closed, and he finally arrived at the lab.

Before this man kidnapped me, my eyesight was perfect. Now I can't see and the colors don't look normal. How could he be proud of it?

I threw the blanket away. Sit on the edge of the bed with your feet in the air.

I need to find a way out of here, or at least a mirror, so I can see what he's done to me.

I grabbed the IV stand and my knees were shaking as I stood.

The cold air shivered at my back, and I pulled my robe down. I struggled to tie the thin straps behind me together. I was shuffling my feet on the floor. Leaning on the pole and moving. I went to the corridor closest to me. If he comes back suddenly, I can lie and say I went to the bathroom.

Turn on the light switch and see a row of lights hanging from the ceiling flickering. The hallway is lined with multiple doors. I grabbed each doorknob but it was locked.

I walked halfway down the hall. Finally there was an unlocked door, and I walked in, my hand stroking along the tiled wall until I found the switch.

The floors and walls are covered with white tiles. There was a bathroom in the corner, and I realized it was a bathroom. If Winnie comes down, he'll believe my lies.

There was a mirror and it was fantastic. I could see a blurry reflection of myself, first of all my messy black hair.

As I approached, I leaned over to see better. I raised my eyebrows when I noticed that my bright blue eyes now looked dark green.

I put my hand on the sink. I leaned closer, and my face became clear.

The skin around my eyes was swollen and I could see a faint yellow smear on my cheeks.

When I looked into my eyes, my breath got stuck in my throat. The change in color wasn't the part that shocked me. My round pupils are now black vertical slits through the green iris.

It's not my eyes!

I screamed, my knees limp. I fell to the ground. The IV was ripped off my arm. I ran away from the mirror until I hit the wall behind me. I couldn't stop myself from screaming. I put my fingers into the swollen skin of my face. My eyes started to burn and my tears ran down my fingers.

It's not my eyes, it's not my eyes, struggling inwardly and screaming.

My hot blood was flowing, falling from my arm, and it soaked my robes. I sobbed and cried!

It was so loud that I didn't hear Winnie running down the stairs into the bathroom.