33. Sian
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SIAN
I can escape in my dreams. I can get lost in my thoughts. I realize now how much Daniel has taken from me. I never had something to dream about before, but now, there’s Tate. As I drift off to sleep, my thoughts are consumed by him. At first, I just picture him. His gorgeous face and brushed back hair. The scar across his eyebrow. The way he looks at me so intently and then smirks. That damn smirk.
My thoughts morph into a dream. Me lying on the floor of the wine cellar while there’s chaos upstairs. Gunfire; lots of it. I dream of the night Tate mercilessly killed that boy, and I imagine him taking the same cold approach towards entering Daniel’s estate. I hope he kills every last one of them. I’m not one for inflicting pain on others, let alone murder, but these people deserve it if they work for someone as evil as Daniel.
I dream that Tate comes in to rescue me and takes me in his arms, holding me tightly and promising to never let me go. We kiss. It’s gentle and sweet, and it turns passionate before he scoops me up in his arms and carries me out of this godforsaken place and back to his estate.
He will make this all right. He will heal me like he did before. I can almost taste his lips, taste his tongue on mine. I can feel his kisses flutter across my skin. I remember how he made me feel. How he made me orgasm. Things I’d never felt with Daniel.
Everything about him is perfect. I’ve never felt so much for anyone before. I thought I had known love with Daniel, but Daniel wouldn’t know what to do with love. He’s incapable of feeling anything. I often wondered if he had a swinging brick where his heart should be. He doesn’t feel anything passionate except hate. He’s an evil, spiteful, boy. He isn’t even a man. Men don’t do what he does to women. They don’t hit and rape the people they say they love.
I long for Tate’s touch, for his kiss. To feel his lips on my body again. To taste him. There’s so much I want to do with him. I want to be safe in his arms. I want him here. I groan out his name, and that’s when I feel it.
My head explodes in pain, and I lift it quickly, only to be struck once more.
“Moaning his name like a filthy little slut. You don’t seem to be learning, Sian,” Daniel growls, standing above me.
I put a hand to my head where it starts to throb, narrowing my eyes as I look up at him. “I’ll never be yours.”
“You are mine,” he says angrily. “You belong to me. Tate doesn’t know where we are. He isn’t coming to save you. I’m all you have now, and all you’ll ever need.”
I don’t answer him, but he starts to pace back and forth. “You should have known better. I warned you time and time again, the whole time we were together. I warned you about speaking to other men.”
“I’d left you when I met Tate,” I snap. He takes off his shirt. “What are you doing? Don’t even think about touching me again.” I try my best to come across as strong and determined, but inside, I’m petrified.
“I’ll do whatever I want,” he says. “You belong to me, you little whore.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I snap again, but my body begins to shake as my adrenaline mixes with fear.
He turns and slaps me in the face. “I don’t give a fuck,” he roars in my face. “We’re not through until I say we’re through. What part of that do you not grasp?”
I give him a filthy look. I will not give up the fight against him no matter how afraid I am.
“Wipe that look off your face before I wipe it off for you,” he growls.
I look down at my knees, and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he’s started pacing again. “You forced my hand, Sian. You forced me to act. It’s your fault Liam and Jodi are dead. This wouldn’t have happened if you’d just behaved.”
I feel a slight pang of guilt. I don’t want to be the reason someone dies, except maybe Daniel. My dream of people getting killed makes me feel even more guilty. Am I really the reason they died? Am I as evil as Daniel?
No. Daniel is just trying to mess with my head, to get me to believe that what he’s saying is true.
“You need to be punished, Sian. I’m going to give you a beating you will never forget,” he says. I won’t beg for him not to. He’s inside his own head, and I gather that isn’t a good place to be. “You just don’t understand. I need to protect what’s mine. You belong to me.”
He sounds like a lunatic, and I’m worried he’s psyching himself up to kill me. I need to buy myself more time, but all thoughts leave me when he suddenly stops and starts to undo his belt, and my first thought is that he’s going to rape me again. I brace myself against the wall, keeping my legs shut. I will claw, kick, and bite my way out of this. Fuck buying time.
He doesn’t pull his belt out, but he does put his fingers to his lips and give a loud whistle. I wince at the sound. Two guards enter the room.
“Hold her on her knees,” Daniel says with a little too much glee as he drops his pants.
I try to scamper away, but the two burly guards each grab one of my arms and force me onto my knees in front of Daniel. He strokes his cock, growing hard as he reaches down and rips my dress down and open, revealing my bra. He smiles and yanks that down as well, freeing my breasts. I try to pull away to cover them, but the guards hold onto me tightly.
“You always did have nice tits,” Daniel comments as he continues to stroke himself.
“You’re a sick fuck,” I say, still trying to pull away.
He leans down and smacks my left breast, then the right. He does it a few times, making them an angry red. It stings like hell. He grabs my nipple and twists while his right hand strokes his hard cock. I try and put my mind elsewhere. I try to think of Tate, but I’m in pain as he twists and pulls my nipple. I try to mask my pain the best I can, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction.
“Tell me, are you wet for me?” Daniel says with a grin, leaning down.
I yank back and try lashing out, and Daniel stands up. He raises his hand and backhands me. “Oh, yes. That’s sexy. Fight me, bitch. I love your feisty side.”
I glare at him, and he hits me again. I wish I could headbutt him in the balls, but they’re holding me too tightly. If he brings his dick near my mouth, I swear to God, I’ll bite it off.
He grabs my chin in his free hand and tilts my face up, even though I try to pull away. He strokes himself faster until he ejaculates all over my face. I shut my mouth, pursing my lips. Some of his cum gets in my hair. I want to vomit, but I know if I do, Daniel will probably rub my face in it.
Tate is going to fucking kill him for this.
He pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. “You’re being defiant. It’s a nice look on you, but it won’t last long.”
“Tate will find me,” I say, trying to shake the cum off me with my shoulder.
Daniel grabs my face again and rubs the cum into my skin. “He has no idea where I am. He can’t track you; he can’t trace me. You’re mine, Sian. And if you won’t accept it, I’ll beat it into you.”
I can’t lose hope. I can’t let Daniel get to me. I need to pacify him for a bit longer. “I’m sorry,” I say, casting my eyes down, trying a different approach.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You’re still going to get a beating for what you’ve done, but I accept your apology.” I brace myself as his fingers dig into my jaw. “Although, I don’t know if you really mean it.”
“I do,” I say softly, averting my eyes.
“Do you love me?”
He’s got to be kidding. I can’t bring myself to say it.
I pause too long. He raises his leg and kicks me in the stomach, sending me flying backwards into the wall and out of the grasp of the guards. I take it as a chance to fix my bra as best I can and cover myself up with the material of my dress.
“Pick her up and turn her around,” he barks.
The guards grab my arms and drag me so I’m kneeling with my back to Daniel. I hear him shifting around behind me, and too late, I realize he’s finally pulling his belt out of the loops of his pants. I feel the buckle connect with my back, and I can’t help but cry out. He doesn’t hold back as he hits me. I’ve never felt pain like it. I use the numbness to my advantage and block it all out.
“I knew you weren’t being fucking sincere,” he shouts. “You think you can fool me. You’re just like Jodi, pining for the wrong person.”
“I’m nothing like Jodi,” I gasp out. “I would never betray someone.”
“Who? Tate? Tate who let me take you? He didn’t even fight for you!”
“You’re wrong. I came because you didn’t give me much of a choice. Tate will find me. And when he does... you’re a dead man.”
The last thing I want is for Daniel to kill me, but I can’t help myself. I’m done letting him think he can control me. It doesn’t matter if I behaved and abided by his rules, he’d always find a way to hurt me or play mind games. It stops now.
Daniel hits me repeatedly. I can’t seem to catch my breath between hits, and I pray that Tate is on his way to save me.
Daniel pauses, and I wonder for a moment if he’s grown tired, but it seems he just switched sides. I let slip a cry before I bite my lip until it bleeds.
“Stand her up,” Daniel growls.
The guards drag me to my feet. It hurts like hell, the way they’re holding me, stretching the skin on my back, and I wince as the pain slices through me.
Daniel yanks my panties down, ripping them. He steps back and starts to hit my buttocks with the belt. I can feel blood dripping down my legs from where the skin breaks.
I break into a sweat trying to fight and kick at the guards, but they twist my hands painfully.
“Maybe we should break those fingers,” Daniel says gleefully. “Or your toes. You don’t need those to service me. I could crack your ribs a little bit, make it hard to take in air.”
“Do whatever you want,” I say through the tears I can no longer hold at bay. “I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
Daniel comes up behind me and his hands wrap around my throat. He starts choking me, and I gasp for air.
This is it. He’s going to kill me, and if I’m honest, I welcome it over the pain I’m in. Just when I think I’m about to take my last breath, Tate jumps to the forefront of my mind.
Just when I think I’m about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Daniel lets go and I take huge breaths of air. My lungs are screaming. As I take another breath, he comes to stand in front of me and punches me in the solar plexus. My breath is gone again, and I feel dizzy.
I don’t know how long I can hold on. This torture from Daniel is horrendous, but I know I have it in me to hold on long enough for Tate to find me. Daniel grabs my hair and tugs my head back. He licks up my neck and then spits in my face. I wince and cough, dry heaving slightly.
“Piss on her,” Daniel says to the guards. “Take turns.”
He steps back to watch; they aim for my face and hair, and I dry heave again. The smell is acrid.
Daniel chuckles. “You want to act like whore, I’ll treat you like one. And Sian? I’m only just getting started.”