Chapter 12
Myles
“Mina!”
Declan finishes dragging her chair over, spinning her until she’s facing me.
Her head is tilted back and her dark hair is cascading down over the back of the chair.
Blood is smeared down the side of her face and covering her lap.
There are darkening marks wrapping around her neck.
Her chest is barely moving as if she is struggling to breathe.
Her leggings are soaked with blood. It’s dripping down her legs and onto the floor. Her light gray sneakers are now a harsh crimson. Whose blood is that? Why is there so much?
“What did you do to her?” I choke.
If I couldn’t see her chest rising, I would’ve thought she was dead.
My heart breaks. This is all because of me.
If I hadn’t come back to say my final goodbyes to the house and their graves, none of this would have happened.
But then I never would have met her. I never would have felt my heart starting to heal.
Declan still hasn’t said anything. His pupils are dilated, and his breathing is labored as he paces around the room.
“Declan!” I shout. “What the fuck did you do?”
“She killed two of my best men!” he snaps back.
“What? How?”
I glance back at the amount of blood coating her. There’s no fucking way she could have killed someone if she were tied up.
“I don’t fucking know. One minute they’re keeping an eye on her, the next they’re both dead!” He walks back to the door and looks into the dimly lit room where I'm assuming their bodies are.
“Was she like this?”
“What?” He spins back to me.
“Was she tied up the whole time?” I ask.
“Yeah!”
“Then how the fuck could she have killed them?”
“I don’t know! One currently has a bullet in his chest. The other with a knife wound in his neck! Fuck!” he slams his fists onto the table.
“So, you fucking choked her out?” I scream. She still hasn’t moved. She’s been out for at least four minutes.
“She’s fine! She’ll wake up soon. She always does.” He scoffs.
His words cause me to see red. She always does…How many fucking times has he choked her out?
“I’m going to fucking kill you if it’s the last thing I do!” I scream as I fight against the restraints.
He finally looks up from the table. He spins, and his eyes lock with mine.
“I think I finally know how to make you talk!” He smiles as his gaze slowly turns to Mina.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” I seethe. Spit flies from my lips as I pull against the ropes.
“Oh, I’m going to do more than just touch her. I’m going to carve my fucking name into her skin, so she knows exactly who she belongs to. Then I’m going to fuck her in front of you. Show you that you will never have her! Mina. Is. Mine.”
“Fucking bastard,” I spit as the bindings dig deeper into my flesh. I can feel the warm blood running from under the ropes.
His laugh grows darker as he looks at the blood starting to drip onto the floor beneath my bound wrists.
I watch in horror as he walks over to the table. He picks up a knife, then another. He checks them, testing their sharpness against his fingertips before deciding on the smaller one.
“Where should I put it?” he says smugly as he walks back to Mina.
My heart drops into my stomach as he takes the knife and slices her hoodie down the front then grips the neckline of her t-shirt before pulling it away from her body to slice it apart. Her body sways as he finishes tearing the thin fabric to expose her body.
He makes one final cut, slicing open the front of her bra. Her breasts bounce as they fall from it.
Declan walks behind her, trailing the knife over her chest, along her collarbone, then up her neck. I watched the blood rush to the surface along the thin line that he’s cutting into her skin.
His knife freezes with the blade placed against her throat. His lips are turned up in a sickening grin as he continues to watch me slowly breaking in front of him.
“Please, stop,” I beg.
“Tell me why you killed my father!” He slides a finger along the cut on her collarbone, smearing the blood. And yet she still doesn’t move.
“I didn’t kill him!”
His knife slides along the bruised skin of her throat, making a razor-thin slice. He knows exactly how deep to go to hurt but not kill. It begins to bleed, but she doesn’t even wake from that.
“Why did you kill my father?” he asks again. He continues to move his hand over her body. Every inch of her he touches will be another slice of skin I slice off him as I take my time.
“I didn’t fucking kill your father! I’ve never killed anyone!”
He straightens and shakes his head as he looks down at her. He grips her chin to tilt her face up. Red stains her lower lip as he runs his thumb across it. He kisses her hard, smearing the blood across her lips.
“Maybe I’ll carve my name into her back?” He presses her body forward as he walks behind her.
He slices up the back of her clothes. The hoodie and shirt are pushed down, bunching around her elbows as he fully exposes her upper body. Her shoulders strain as her head falls forward. I can see another slice along her shoulder.
“No. I want to be able to look at her face every time I see my name etched onto her body.”
He walks around to her front slowly, taking his time as he watches my reaction.
The knife is firmly in his grasp as he kneels in front of her.
He sets the knife down to place a hand on both of her knees, parting her thighs as his fingers trail higher up her legs.
The blood soaking her leggings flows onto his fingers, coating them in crimson.
“Maybe I should carve my name into her chest? Or should it be her stomach?”
He grips her chin and pushes her face up, letting her head fall back as she’s forced upright in the chair. Her breasts are pushed out as her body arches in the seat. He licks his lips as he looks over her half-naked body.
“Fuck. Sometimes I forget just how beautiful my broken little dove is.” His voice sounds crazed. When he looks back at me, his eyes are wide. The once bright green irises are now almost black from how blown out his pupils are.
He picks up the knife and begins to slice open the inner seam of her leggings, then slices through her thong. The torn fabric is pushed up, bunching at her waist, leaving her pussy bare and exposed.
Bloody fingerprints and smears stain her skin. They run along every inch of her body. His fingertips are coated as he continues to paint her body red.
He kisses her neck before trailing his tongue down her chest to her nipple.
He swirls his tongue around it, through the trails of blood, humming as he digs his fingertips deeper into her thighs.
Purple and red marks begin to mar her skin.
I watch as he wraps his lips around her nipple before biting and then releasing it.
Red bite marks are already showing up, a harsh contrast to her pale skin.
My wrists are practically dislocated from how hard I've been struggling against the ropes. I have to get out of these and do something. I have to save her.
His fingers inch closer to her pussy as he picks up the knife and holds it against her thigh. He slips one finger inside, slowly stroking in and out. Her body unconsciously reacts, her hips press forward, and her lips part as he slips a second finger inside her.
“Fuck, Little Dove,” he groans against her as he drops the knife to wrap the other hand around her throat.
My vision burns red, and my body feels like it's on fire as I’m forced to watch as he presses his face into the crook of her neck. He rocks against her body with each thrust of his fingers.
She jolts awake as he forces a third finger inside her. She begins to scream but he tightens his grip, forcing out a squeaked hoarse sound before fully cutting off her air.
“Please, stop. I’ll do anything. Just stop,” I beg. I can’t watch this anymore.
I try to look away, but her eyes fall to me, silently begging me to save her.
Those big, beautiful, silvery blue eyes.
Tears fill and fall from them as he continues to assault her.
Her eyes are starting to dull. She’s losing focus as her brain is deprived of oxygen.
He’s going to kill her. I scream over and over, begging him to stop, but it’s like he doesn’t even hear me.
He’s consumed by rage and bloodlust at this point.
“Declan, stop. I’ll tell you…” He finally stops at the sound of those words. His fingers slowly slide out from inside her. His grip relaxes around her throat, and I watch as the life flows back into those eyes. She coughs as her body heaves from the sobs.
“I knew I could make you talk!” His smug grin is pissing me off even more.
“Mina…It’s going to be okay.” My voice is quiet as I try to keep the words from catching in my throat.
“Don’t lie to her!” he laughs as he walks behind her.
He leans over her body. He grips her breast with one hand and runs the other down between her thighs.
She clenches her legs closed as she shakes her head no, but Declan buries his face in her neck and whispers something to her.
I watch her eyes widen in horror as she slowly parts her legs.
His finger slides along her already wet pussy.
Glistening as the light catches on the blood that’s mixing with her arousal.
I close my eyes and tilt my face to the ceiling. I can’t watch this. I can’t.
“Myles…” Her voice is hoarse. She’s barely able to get words out because of how hard he was choking her.
I open my eyes to find her staring at me. Her legs spread wide as he slips two fingers in and out of her. The blood now coats her inner thighs. Lines of pale skin are barely visible from where his fingers trailed through the chaos.
“Tell him, Little Dove. Tell him who you belong to,” Declan growls against her neck.
Her eyes pinch closed as another tear falls down her cheek. Her breathing is picking up as he edges her closer. Her beautiful, pale skin on her chest is blushed a rose color beneath the streaks of blood.
“Tell. Him!” he demands as he pushes a third finger into her. Her body arches as a strangled moan leaves her lips.
“You, Declan,” she cries. “I belong to you.”
He curls his fingers up as the other hand rolls her nipple between his fingers, forcing her body to orgasm.
“Such a good girl.” He kisses the side of her head before slipping his fingers into his mouth as he groans.
“Please…Just let me go,” she begs.
“Not a chance, Mina. I told you…You’re my girl. You won’t be leaving ever again.”
“Let her go and I’ll tell you everything,” I demand. I have no fucking clue what I’m going to tell him. I don’t know how Jocko died or who killed him. All I know is I have to get her out of here.
“You think I’m stupid enough to fall for that? Once she’s gone, you won’t have any reason to tell me. No. Mina will stay here and keep us company. Won't you, Little Dove?”
I watch her head fall forward and her body crumble as he cuts the restraints on her wrists. Her body curls in on itself as she sits forward on the chair, clutching around her waist. He stands next to her, rubbing a hand up and down her spine before running his fingers through her hair.
“Mina? Look at me,” I beg her. She lifts her head slightly to peer up at me beneath those long, dark eyelashes. “It’ll all be okay.”
“I know,” she says quietly as she tries to swallow the tears. They trail through the blood that’s marking her cheeks from him holding her face. The drops fall and trail down her chest.
“It’s almost amusing how you not only think you’re going to save her, but that you will even make it out alive,” he laughs.
He kneels in front of Mina. He grabs her face, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips. She whimpers from the pain as his fingertips press into her bruised cheek. He pulls away, leaving her gasping for breath.
“Like I told you before, you’re mine. You’re my broken, Little Dove. There’s nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t find you.” He kisses her forehead.
“I’ll never be yours!” she snaps.
Declan leans back on his heels as he smirks at her defiance. Her eyes are narrowed on him with a Cheshire grin. A flash of silver and a spray of red is all I see before a gargled scream echoes off the bare walls.