Chapter 59
Is it morning or evening?Who knows. It”s always bright in this small room. Clinical and minimalistic. No windows. The room is stifling.
The days have disappeared and worry etches itself deeper inside of me knowing that the babies haven”t been checked. I am just relieved that I can still feel them kicking.
Wonder if Keaton has even noticed I am gone. I wouldn”t blame him if he didn”t. I told him to go. Didn”t want to. Hated it. But I was so angry. Angry with my dad and the way he stormed into the room and knocking Keaton about. He thinks he has the right to do that to the man I love. My chest trembles on my intake of breath, then Keaton telling my dad about me working at Prestige. It wasn”t his place. I know that when I speak to him about it, he”ll say he done it for me. That”s the thing with Keaton. He is fiercely loyal. He would do anything for anyone he loved. Never used to think that before I got to know him. He was always so cocky and full of himself but then he changed. I saw a glimmer of something no one else did and I fell hopelessly in love.
Turning my face, I try and ignore the tears that pool in my eyes. My dinner is sitting on the table next to me, which means Wolfe will be in any moment to spoon feed me and the thought makes me gag.
I have no idea what he wants from my dad and why I had to be the pawn, but I suppose he failed with Amora so now he is going to take the next best thing. If I had to, I would sacrifice myself for him. And I would do it in a heartbeat. If it meant that I would save the ones I loved. My family.
I would sacrifice myself for them. Because that”s what you do for the people you love, right? Even if it means you”re the one to die.
Blinking, the tears roll down my cheek and I am desperate to palm them away, but I can”t, so they drip off my jaw and into the pillow as it absorbs. Just like it has since I have been here.
The door unlocks and I feel my pulse quicken. With each day that slips by, more my hope dwindles of them finding me. But if this piece of shit is as clever as I think he is, he will have planned it out so they follow the breadcrumbs that lead them here. That”s when he will attack. One of them will lose. But who?
“There she is,” Wolfe smiles, closing the door behind him and locking it, he walks towards me, hands deep in his pocket. “How are we this morning?” he asks as he sits on the edge of the bed, and I stiffen. His hand lifts as he tries to stroke my cheek, but I turn my head. How silly of me. He grabs my face and forcefully turns me towards him and my eyes are welling. “No point fighting me mostriciattola,” and the way the words roll off his tongue make me sick to my stomach. “I will do what I want with you, I”ve had you once, I can have you again. After all, you let me take your virginity.”
I can”t argue with that.
I did.
He didn”t force me.
But do you want to know why? For some reason, I thought TallDarkandHandsome was Keaton. How fucking foolish of me. I gave myself to this man willingly, shared my most intimate moments and it was Wolfe all along. The one that tried to kill my dad, tried to hurt Amora and Twyla. My bottom lip trembles. I didn”t stand a chance.
“You will submit to me, you can fight all you want, but being bound to a bed gives you little to no chance,” he laughs, pushing his hand into my face so the back of my head dips further into the pillow.
He sits tall, running his hand down the side of his black, slick hair before he reaches for the dinner plate and spoon.
I force my lips shut, rolling them under my teeth and praying I can fight him off.
He spoons mash and peas onto the spoon and hovers it in front of my lips.
“Arizona, if you don”t open your mouth, I will force it in,” his tone is sharp as he runs a finger across his brow, “and I will continue to do so until you choke.”
I breathe heavily out of my nose.
“I will kill you Arizona, don”t think I won”t. It would give me great pleasure when your dad turns up and your lying dead in the bed.”
Tears prick behind my eyes.
“Don”t tempt me mostriciattola.”
My lips are still rolled tight, so what does the cunt do? He pinches my nose, holding it tightly so I have no option but to open my mouth and I fucking hate myself.
He feeds me, praising me as he does, and I have never felt more humiliated then I do now.
“Then after this, I am going to bathe you. Wash every inch of your body and then, you”re going to let me fuck you and fill you.” I gag, just as he shovels another spoonful of food into my mouth. The sound of the spoon hitting the plate echoes round the room.
“Then, maybe, I’ll leave you alone. It all depends.” His hand reaches behind my head, grabbing the hair at my nape, dragging my head all the way back and his mouth is on my skin, and I feel repulsed. My scalp burns from how tight he is grabbing, and I want to die. His tongue glides up the column of my throat and I shudder. The growl vibrates in his throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to black everything out. But I don”t have a chance. He shoves me away from him in disgust before undoing the restraints from the bed, but my hands and feet are still bound. He drags me off the bed, then knocks my ankles out and I fall to the floor in a heap. Everything aches. He is going to kill me. Grabbing my hair from the root, he proceeds to fucking drag me along the concrete floor towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind us.
Tossing me in the shower like I am trash, he turns the water on and it”s freezing cold. He strips me down and all I want to do is curl into a ball and hide myself, but I can”t.
So, I close my eyes and black everything out.
It”s the only way I can get through this.
The only way where I don”t want to rip my skin from my bones and burn it.
I am tarnished, and it”s all because of him.