Chapter 52 Delilah
DELILAH
Kane promised I’d be safe if I stayed in the cabin, but I know I’m back on the island as we drive up the steep hill. The hood over my head doesn’t stop me from working it out. Neither does the silence, since I woke up on the jet.
It must be Lennox who’s driving, because he’s careful not to take the turns too sharply.
No one else would show me any care, not here.
I flex my legs as the gates creak, ready to run as soon as I feel the breeze when the door opens.
I’m right, it is Lenny, because the seam of his gloves scrape against my palm as he attempts to guide me out of the car.
Rowan crowds me, his voice closer, his arm brushing mine when I’m pulled out of my seat. I can’t see through the hood to know which direction is safe.
I still try. I manage one step when my father eagerly states, “I’ll teach her how to act correctly.”
Lenny’s fingers flex against my palm as he calmly says, “She no longer belongs to you. Her punishments and her teachings are to be administered according to us.”
Save me.
Kill me.
Don’t leave me here again.
The literal motherfucker ignores them both as we enter the house. His shoes tap along the hallway until he reaches his lover. “Mother, I apologize for failing you.”
I’m thankful for the hood when the wet noises begin as I’m marched closer to them. Fucking sick cunts. Is Kane seeing this? Was he one of the people in the masks, like when she made me think he was dead?
Yeah, he will be. This is just part of his plan. I hate him for not telling me, but I can live with hating him as long as I have someone who isn’t going to torture me.
Lennox doesn’t say anything as he walks me up the spiral staircase to the room I hate.
He sits me on the bed, then closes the door.
The zip ties around my wrists are cutting into my skin but I lift my bound hands to remove the hood, and the worry on his face does not help my mood.
“Where’s Kane?” I ask, searching the room. “Did he stay downstairs?”
He gives me a small, sad smile as he walks over to me. Lowering to his haunches, he lays his gloved hand on my bound ones as he whispers, “I’m sorry, little doe.”
“No,” I snap, refusing to accept any fucking condolences for someone who’s alive, but it’s worse than death when he looks at my stomach. “She found out after you left. I wasn’t aware she removed your contraception.”
I don’t listen to whatever lie he wants to spout. I’m on birth control. I’d know if someone invaded my body to remove it. I’d feel different. I’d have to, so I grit, “Where. Is. Kane?”
“I don’t know,” he says softly, like it’ll be enough to stop my heart shattering.
“Lenny. Find my husband now!” He doesn’t stop staring at my stomach, even as I cross my arms, covering my body. “It’s not true.”
“It is, little doe.” He finally meets my eyes. “Your contraception was removed while you were receiving your punishment, and you were injected with the prenatal drugs. If I was aware, I would have helped you.”
My jaw quivers as I beg, “Get it out. I won’t give her my baby again.”