10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Dominique “Nikki” Honoré
When the doorknob rattled, a wave of terror surged through my entire system. I couldn’t stop the tremors that shook my body. I prayed Decker didn’t come back to finish what he had started because I had no way to defend myself.
I’d never experienced anything like this. Not even my time in the cage was this terrifying. But the pleasure that man had in choking and violating me, scared the shit out of me. The glee in his eyes and how his erection bloomed inside his slacks as I pleaded for him not to touch me only made me dread what he would do to me when he returned. My terror, my begging him to stop, turned him on. He had a taste of what my reaction would be, and he loved it. The excitement was in his eyes. So, there was no telling what he’d do just so he could witness it again.
I stared at the door as it opened, and my body trembled with trepidation. When Dylan, stepped in, there was no relief that it wasn’t Decker because I knew I was in deep shit.
He had warned me to fall in line like everyone else, or face the horrors the other girls went through, but I didn’t. I was sure he was here to dole out punishment, maybe even kill me. And death was probably the best option for me.
After he closed the door behind him, his eyes met mine, devoid of any life. Every word he wanted to say to me was said without him uttering one word.
I had disobeyed him and now I had to pay the price. I couldn’t believe I had sex with the bastard.
He stepped further into the room, and it was like all the oxygen had been sucked out. I couldn’t breathe because fear had dug its claws into me once again. He wasn’t the same fun-loving man I came to know.
Decker said someone would come clean me up, but no one had showed up until now. I had planned to use that time to try to escape because I thought it would probably be the only chance I’d have.
In order to clean me up, they’d have to take me out of these restraints. Maybe I could still try if I could calm my fear of this man.
“I thought we had an understanding, Nikki,” he said, his voice calm but deadly.
“Fuck you, Dylan!”
My throat had gone from feeling like a thousand knives slashing through my skin to a constant pounding and ache. I could barely swallow not that any of these people gave a fuck. But I wouldn’t let him see me in pain. He was probably just like Decker—thrived on others physical pain.
He shook his head at my outburst, as he walked inside what looked like a bathroom from where I was tied to the damn bed, but I really couldn’t tell.
When he came back out, he carried a first aid kit. He walked towards me with confidence in his footsteps. When he reached my side, he tossed the first aid kit on the bed.
He gazed at me, then at my throat, and my breast where Decker had bitten me, shaking his head. For how long that bastard choked me and how my throat felt, my skin was probably visibly bruised. And he definitely had broken the skin on my breast where he bit me. It still felt like his teeth were digging into my skin.
“We’re going to have to apply makeup to cover the bruises,” he said more to himself than me as he ran his fingertips along the sensitive skin on my neck. “Usually, our clients don’t care about these things, but you are his top prize now.”
“Lila got away?”
He glared at me as he opened the first aid kit and pulled out a tube. I struggled when he reached for my neck. “Don’t touch me!”
“Calm down, Nikki. It’s just an over-the-counter ointment. It’ll help with the swelling.”
I winced when he rubbed it across my neck, then massaged it in. Then he moved to the bite mark on my breast causing me to hiss. His eyes flicked to mine, then back to my wound as he continued to apply ointment.
“You know if you had just listened to me none of this would be happening. He wasn’t even going to let anyone touch you. He was thinking about keeping you for himself. Now that’s changed.”
I glared at him. “If it wasn’t for you, none of this would be happening, Dylan. And I don’t give a fuck if he was keeping me for himself. Both of you can fuck off.”
He let out a long, weary sigh, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “It’s Milo, not Dylan and I couldn’t let you run that story.”
“So, you lied about your name, too?” I sneered. “How do you even know the bastard?”
He shrugged like it didn’t matter. “He’s family, and I did what I had to do to get you to trust me. All you had to do was comply. Go with what was going on.”
“You can’t expect me not to fight for those women’s lives, Milo . You can’t expect me not to fight for myself!”
“And look where all that fight got you.”
I glared at him. “You’re all monsters.”
He nodded. “I’m not going to deny that. This is a business, Nikki. A very lucrative one. One that you’ve put in jeopardy for all involved, especially Owen. He’s not going to let you get away with what you did. I warned you to fall in line. I tried to help you.”
“You tried to break me, not help me.”
“That’s not the way I see it.”
He tossed the tube back into the first aid kit, then closed the first aid kit.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze piercing and intense. He shouldn’t trust me because the moment he untied me, I would make a break for it.
“It’s either you let me go to the bathroom or clean up piss and shit, Dylan. Milo. Whatever the fuck your name is. Your choice.”
The look of disgust on his face was laughable. It was the first time he had shown any kind of emotion since threatening me with the worse shit imaginable.
Hope surged through me as he untied my ankles first, one by one. I could try to kick him, but that still put me having to untie my own hands, which would cost me precious time. So, I pushed down the urge to kick him in the nuts or in his fucking smug face.
Then he moved to the head of the bed and released one wrist. I tried my hardest not to show my excitement at almost being free. He strolled to the other side of the bed and released my other wrist. I sat up in the bed, rubbing my wrist where the rope had been.
“Don’t try anything stupid,” he said as I slowly stood from the bed. “You’re already in deep shit with him. Don’t make it worse.”
I ignored his warning. I was going to try whatever I could to get out of here. And to get out of here, first I had to figure out a way to get him to this side of the bed. When I took a step, I stumbled then braced myself against the bed. My legs did feel like jelly but not so much where I couldn’t walk.
“Motherfucker,” he groaned as he walked towards the other side of the bed. “Am I gonna have to help you piss too?”
“You probably like shit like that, anyway. Why not?” I mumbled, and he glared at me as he pulled me up onto my feet.
“Let me go. I’m fine,” I said, trying to pull out of his grasp.
When he released me, I quickly grabbed the lamp that sat on the nightstand and swung it with all the strength I could muster.
It shattered against his head, and he stumbled, clutching where the lamp landed against the side of his head. Pure rage covered his face as rushed towards me.
“I’m going to kill you bitch!”
When he reached me, I swung the lamp at his head once more, the force of the impact vibrating through my arms. Again, he stumbled clumsily, his feet tripping over themselves before collapsing to the floor.
Blood gushed from his head, filling the air with a metallic scent, as he let out a guttural groan of pain and gripped his wound.
Fuck, I’m going to have to kill him.
I grabbed a shard of the thick porcelain lamp, straddled his body, and stabbed him over and over again until he stopped moving and making any sounds.
I stood up and stumbled backwards, dropping the piece of porcelain to the floor as my bloody hands trembled.
I’d never hurt another living thing in my life. Him or me replayed inside my mind.
“Me or him,” I mumbled, my widened eyes focusing on the dead body sprawled across the beautiful hardwood floors covered in blood. “It was him or me.”
Startled by a noise from outside the room, I rushed to the window not caring about my blood or his that covered my hands or my body. I didn’t believe I’d be able to go out the bedroom door, so my only escape route would be through the window.
“Fuck, I hope this is the first floor.”
As I pushed open the window with my blood covered hands that had also been cut by the shard of porcelain, a gentle breeze brushed against my face, and relief flooded my senses.
My heart raced as I glanced over the ledge. I found myself in an unconventional spot, situated between the ground floor and the second story. The window was somewhere in between. But it really didn’t matter how high up it was. This was my only route to escape.
I threw one of my legs over the window seal, but at that exact moment the sounds of footsteps grew louder as the bedroom door swung open. They ran to the window, their hands grabbing onto me and pulling me back inside before I could jump.
I screamed and tried my best to get away. “Let me go!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face.
“Doc!” one of the men yelled. “Doc!”
“No!” I screamed as I continued to fight against their hold. “Let me go!”
Milo’s blood covered my skin making it difficult for them to get a hold of me. I definitely wouldn’t make it easy for them. I’d just killed one of their men, and had already escaped one time, then tried again. I had no idea what they had planned for me. Before I let them keep me here in this fucked up house of horrors, they’d have to kill me.
I bit one of them on the arm, and he released my arm then I rushed towards the window again, only to be yanked back by my hair, then tossed to the blood covered floor again.
“Sedate her!” someone yelled.
They grabbed my arms, keeping me still. “Please let me go! Please!”
“Do it now, Doc!”
As the doctor kneeled beside me, his face filled with pity. He looked to be in his late forties. A dense tangle of dark curls adorned his head, while dark circles accentuated his deep brown eyes.
“Please,” I begged him. “Don’t do this.”
But he placed the needle against my arm regardless of my pleas and pierced my skin.
As soon as it happened, my body felt so heavy, and the world around me blurred into a hazy mess. The men released my arms, and my body slumped to the floor.
“Crazy bitch,” one of them muttered.
As I tried to move my legs and arms, they resisted, feeling like they were weighed down by heavy lead weights.
“Please, help me,” I murmured to the doctor who was still kneeling by my side.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as my eyes closed.