Caius POV:

I sat in my office stearing at the surveillance footage,  the words repeating over and over inside my mind . Bria’s little sister needed a kidney and she needed it desperately. Mrs.Tomlinson was seated in the couch in the living room stearing into space nd I knew she was thinking of way to save her daughter.

Of course it was no surprised seh eh waste man weh she deh wid cah do nuhun fi save him owna fucking daughta and mi almost feel sorry fi har, cause she already get tested fi si if she couldah do eh transplant fi har daughta and eh result show seh she cah do nuhun suh now eh hospital affi guh try find wah kidney fi eh likkle girl.

I sighed , I had heard the whole conversation between Mrs.Tomlinson and her husband.  They had argued over what to do and it was that way that  I found out that Celine and I had the same blood type and a crazy thought went through my mind but, was I really about to do that? For her ?

Why would I ?

She meant nothing to me and whatever happens to her sister was none of my concern but, I was feeling that fucking feeling again. Every time I was around her or I thought of her, I felt the urge to care and that wasn't who I was. I didn't care for people but, Bria Tomlinson was fucking with my head.

" if yuh have eh choice fi save yuh sista life or yuh mada who fah life yuh woudah save ?" , I asked Bria at dinner that night .

She looked at me confused and suspicious,

" why yah ask mi that ? Caius please doh do them nuhun , mi will stay...", she started to say but, I cut her off.

" ansa eh question Bria".

" mi sista , she young and she deserve wah chance fi live har life.  Mi mada already live most a fi har own , eh sound a way when mi seh it but, a eh truth and mi certain seh if it did come dung between mi and Celine,  mi mada woudah choose Celine to" .

" she har biological daughta suh eh mek sense ", I said and she glared at me .

" want to stab me in the other hand  ?", I asked as I lifted my right hand which wasn't bandaged and waved it teasingly at her .

She  ignored me and finished her food . The next morning I had made up mind but, it went something like this . I wasn't doing this because I had a heart or because I cared, I was doing it purely for my own selfishness . Once this was done, she would belong to me because she would be indepted to me, she would owe me and I would own her in every possible way and with that in mind I made my way to a private hospital where a doctor owed me a favour .

Half an hour later....

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the private hospital room, sharp and suffocating. I hated hospitals. The white walls, the fluorescent lighting, the beeping of machines, it all reminded me of sickness and diseases yet, here I was, willingly offering a piece of myself  to a girl I  had never even spoken to but, it was worth it if I got to own her sister in return.

I sat on the hospital bed, clad in a loose gown, my muscular frame tense with conflicted emotions. I  had endured pain before, worse than this, but the idea of willingly going under the knife for her sister felt like some kind of twisted joke.

"Are you sure about this, Mr. Romanov?" The surgeon Alex Simpson, a middle-aged man with cold efficiency in his eyes, regarded me  carefully.

“Living donor nephrectomy is a serious procedure.”

I smirked. "I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure."

He nodded, flipping through the clipboard in his hands.

"We’ve run all necessary tests, and you're a compatible donor. The transplant team at St .Ann's Bay General Hospital has been notified to expect an anonymous delivery once the organ is ready for transport. Your identity will remain confidential, as per your request."

Confidential. Perfect.

I leaned back against the pillows, exhaling slowly. My body was a weapon, conditioned for endurance, yet something about this, giving instead of taking,.left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"Let's get this over with,"I  muttered.

A nurse approached, syringe in hand.

"This will help you relax before we take you to the OR."

I  didn’t flinch when the needle pierced my skin. My thoughts drifted to Bria.

Would she ever know? Would she ever realize what I had done?

Not that it mattered. I wasn’t doing this for gratitude, I was doing it to gain her in return and when I did , she wasn't going to be able to deny my ownership of her ever again.

As the anesthesia crept through my veins, making my vision blur, I let out a low chuckle.

Wasn't ironic how I was now under the scalpel?

Then, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes again I was in another dimly lit hospital room different from the one I was in at first. My arm rested lazily on the hospital bed where an IV line dripped steadily into my veins. My body was still heavy from the anesthesia, and a dull, numbing pain throbbed at my side, but it didn’t matter.

I had done it.

One of my kidneys now belonged to Celine Tomlinson and it was going to save her life .

My lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk as I  stared at the ceiling, turning the thought over in my mind.

They would never know it was me .

The hospital only saw an anonymous donor, a faceless savior who had given life with no expectation of repayment.

Except… I  wasn’t faceless. And I damn sure expected repayment.

Bria was mine now.

A transaction, that’s all this was.

I  had paid the price in blood, in flesh, and that meant she belonged to me.

I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders despite the ache in my  side. I hadn’t done this for Celine. I didn’t give a damn about the kid beyond the fact that she mattered to Bria.

No, I  had done this for control.

Bria would owe me now, whether she realized it or not. And when the moment came, when I  came for her again, there would be no running, no resistance.

Not after what I  had given up for her.

She would see it soon enough.

Because I never gave without taking something in return.

And Bria Tomlinson had just become my most prized possession.

Back at home , I had one thing clear in my mind and that was , I was going to kill fucking Mark Tomlinson and his death was going to be slow , slow and brutal and I was going to enjoy every second of his suffering. He was going to become my most enjoyable canvas to work with in creating my art but, first I had to let Bria go but, before I did that I owed her a lesson in her knife skills and it woud be a shame if I didn't at least allowed her one more attempt at stabbing me before I released her .

3 days after my surgery and once I was certain my body had heald enough, I went to her room .

" come ", I said as I opened the door and she got up off the bed and walked towards me and I smiled , so she was no longer afraid? What happened to throwing things at my head ?

I lead her back down to my museum and the moment I had taken my eyes of her she found the wall of weapons and took up a knife.

" good, yuh cah read mind now", I said to her and she glared at me .

" weh yuh have plan todeh Satan ?"

" Caius, and I was planning on teaching you how to not miss the next time yuh try fi stab smaddy , well preferably mi" , I said as I walked over to her .

She immediately raised the knife and lunged at me the moment I got close to her but, I swiftly evaded the attack as I grabbed her hand with the knife .

"You hold it like this.” My  fingers wrapped around hers, adjusting her grip.

"Caius…",  She tried to pulled back, but I  didn’t let her.

I  leaned in my  voice brushing against her ear.

"Yuh affi learn how fi aim Bria , especially inma eh case yah use wah knife.  Yuh neva know who cah try fi hurt yuh and yah fi guh defend yuhself", I said .

She frowned as she asked ,

" and why yuh care all of a sudden Satan ? and if nuhbody fi try hurt mi , a you".

My fingers tightened over hers before I  stepped back.

" come try fi stab mi " , I ordered.

She blinked. " what ?"

I spread my arms, as if inviting her in.

" Stab mi or try fi dweet. Yuh wah likkle encouragement Bria Tomlinson?"

She let out a dry laugh.

" yes , yuh definitely sick inna yuh head".

I  grinned.

"You say that like it’s a bad thing".

She shook her head, gripping the knife tighter and then she  lunged at me and I  sidestepped at the last second, catching her wrist in a bruising grip and twisting the blade out of her grasp.

Before she could react, I had her pinned against the wall, the knife now in my hand, pressed against her throat.

Her  breath hitched. My eyes locked into hers before I looked down at her lips and a long, tense silence stretched between us.

Then, in a quiet, almost thoughtful voice, I  murmured,

"You have to want to hurt someone, Bria. You have to feel that urge and that intense need for blood , to inflict pain . You have to think about yourself,  nuhbody else nuh matta , just fi yuh life alone , suh kill , aim fi eh soft area den and eh part dem weh always expose ".

She met my eyes ,

“I don’t want to be like you.”

I smirked,  " No" I agreed, stepping back and flipping the knife so the handle faced her.

" but, life have wah funny way fi change people suh yuh neva know wah cah happen and yah affi guh draw rely pon dah skill yah probably fi save yuh life" .

She took the knife. I knew that was confused,  probably wondering why I  was teaching her how to fight when I  had spent so long trying to break her.

But, her having this skill could help her in the long run , definitely not against me of course but, it would definitely save her life against an amateur.

I  turned away, focusing on the task at hand as I said , "Again".

As she lunged at me again I prepared for her attack. She didn’t know it now , but this was the last time she would see me  like this before I let her go. About an hour later and we were through and I walked over to the section where I kept my syringes . I took one up and filled it with a substance and the mintue I turned around I saw the knife coming down fast and precise aiming for my throat.

I grabbed her hand swiftly and twisted it and at the same time,  I plunged the needle into her side and injected her with the substance. She struggled against me for awhile before the substance took over and her body went limp as she fell unconscious.