Chapter 14 #2
I feel exposed with them on either side of me, sitting on what seems to be a chair. I don’t even wanna think about why they are in this strange position.
Seeing I can’t get myself free, I start screaming for help. Maybe I am lucky, and somebody apart from Cathal’s people will hear me.
What the hell does he really do? What are Lucas and Blake involved in? What the hell did they negotiate for other than drugs?
Something isn’t adding up.
I’m aware that the world of drugs is a big thing, yada yada, but from Cathal’s gaze from before… I don’t even think I know half of the story they told me.
Suddenly, a bright light floods the room, and I instinctively closed my eyes.
I shake my head and blink a few times until I manage to see a rusty door a few steps ahead of me.
I look around and don’t see any windows, so I’m not able to find out how much time I was unconscious.
The walls are cracked and tarnished in vivid hues.
On my right, I can see a big bloodstain, which makes me sick, and I barely restrain myself from throwing up.
I move my gaze to other points in the room and see a supervising camera in the upper-left corner with a red light, so it is on. It wasn’t before, because all I could see was the harsh darkness and nothing more.
I look down and shiver when I see that I only have my blouse and my lingerie on. That means somebody undressed me, and who knows what they did to me while I was asleep.
I feel hot tears wetting my cheeks and the panic surrounding my being.
If it wasn’t for my shitty plan and I had listened to Lucas, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation I am in.
But he couldn’t say no. He didn’t know how to disagree with me and tell me I was a wimpy kid who didn’t think of any consequences. Because I just didn’t!
The consequences and horror scenes were kept deep down in my brain for the book I want to write.
I look once again at the camera and frown.
“Fucking show yourself and tell me what you want from me!” I yell to the one behind the camera.
I am already sick of this whole situation, even though it is already sounding like a stupid plan coming from me.
Immediately after, the red light goes off, making me roll my eyes.
Coward.
Not even a minute after, the door opens, and Paul enters, dressed exactly like on his wedding day, but dirtier and with bloodstains on his pants.
“Oh my God, Paul! You don’t even know how worried Bianca…”
I stop the moment I see his perverse gaze. It is creepy, and it makes me tremble uncontrollably.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” I cry and look deep into his green eyes, a colour too similar to Lucas’s, but I can see that he isn’t the person I once knew.
“But I won’t hurt you, my dear Anmara," he says in a diabolical voice, which is giving me chills right down my spine. “I’ll only play with you,” he grins, making my eyes go wide.
I want to disappear under the chair so he won’t be able to reach me.
“You’ll be all mine.”
I scream the moment he takes a step towards me and rips my top, only leaving me in my red lace bra.
Shit, I chose the worst day to be sexy underneath.
“Mmm, but what do we have here?” he licks his lips while he’s staring at my boobs, only covered by the thin material. “I will mark you down as no one has ever done before, and you’ll scream my name to let them all know you’re mine!”
Before I can process what is going on, he gets a switchblade from his back pocket. He rapidly opens it and brings it closer to my left cheek. My eyes go wide, and I begin to shiver, looking at the sharp blade of the pocket knife.
“P-please…”
I try giving him a piece of my state of mind by watching him directly in the eyes, but I see something in them that truly scared me. They are empty inside. Paul is no longer present. It is just a version that looks like him, but he isn’t the same as before.
I sob when his blade slowly presses on my cheek. He retracts a bit, but only to go next to the eyebrow from above my fresh cut.
His satisfied smile widens as my tremor manages to make a small, slow, and chaotic cut over my eyebrow.
The penknife disappears from my face for a couple of moments, giving me a small break to breathe, only to wake up with him next to me while licking the drops of blood that ran down my face.
The nausea from what he is doing to me is way worse than before, when I was only looking over some fucking stains.
I'm barely restraining myself from puking or spitting all over his face. I’m scared that I could make things worse.
He closes his eyes, slowly licking his lips full of the blood he tasted.
I can’t abstain from screaming when he pulls my hair, throwing my head back.
Suddenly, I hear a light sound, and I feel my hair released, only to see a red strand of hair in one of his hands.
He brings it closer to his nose, inhaling its smell before putting it in the back pocket, along with the penknife.
I will get my revenge for my precious hair strand, but after I manage to escape this hellhole.
One of his hands goes to his belt and opens it rapidly, the other hand already being occupied with painfully crushing one of my breasts.
“P-please stop,” I cry. “Think of Bianca,” I say, and see a glimmer in his eyes, which disappears as quickly as it appears.
What the hell?
“Fuck Bianca, you are the one I want now!” Paul says and aggressively pushes four fingers inside me, making me grunt in pain.
He opens the zipper on his pants and moves his boxers aside, getting out his monstrosity that I didn’t plan to see at all.
“Scream for me, Anmara!”
I’m the daughter of the devil, so I bite my tongue until I can feel the metallic taste of blood.
I don’t want to please him and scream because of the pain I am feeling.
I don’t feel any pleasure from the way his rough fingers are going through my vagina at all.
He growls when he sees me closing my eyes and not playing along with him.
“Wait until I really make you scream," he says and retracts his fingers, making me open my eyes because of the painful pressure.
I notice that he has a glove on his hand. The hell with that glove, it is more like sandpaper! I made the stupid decision to open my eyes because now I am watching him prepare his cock for entering me without any protection, making me cry harder.
“I know you like what you see. Wait until you’ll sing for me when you’ll feel me inside you," he says, and right when he was about to enter my already tormented vagina, the door forcefully opens and slams over the wall.
Because of the horrible pain inside me, I can only see a shadow taking Paul and throwing him over the wall on my right in the beginning.
I scream and close my eyes, not wanting to watch another meathead who wants to play with me.
A known growl makes me open them back only to see an angry Lucas cutting the ropes that held my legs captive.
All without looking at me or at the blood that slowly drips from inside of me.
It’s clearly a sign that he did some pretty serious damage there, and I’ll need a couple of days with hot baths and soothing ointments for it to recover.
He goes behind me and manages to release me, all while keeping an eye on Paul. He lifts me like a bride and hugs me tight. I wince because of the burning sensation from down there when he moves my body. The innocent cuts on my face didn’t even compare to the disaster from the inside.
“I’m so, so sorry, Anmara. It’s my fault. Everything that’s happening is my fault,” I hear him say in a harsh tone.
I immediately hear a thud and see Blake appear in the door frame, looking even worse than before, both of his eyes veined with crimson threads and an unspeakable rage, especially after looking in Paul’s direction.
“I’ll handle him. You take Anmara to her room,” Blake says.
He goes to Paul, angrily putting Paul’s cock back in his pants and tying his hands and legs with the rope that held me captive.
I see him throwing Paul over one shoulder, his face contorting with pain.
He is stronger than I expected him to be.
Actually, I knew the strength he had, but I never saw it in action.
Lucas gets out of the room first with me in his arms. I notice that everything around looks like an abandoned bunker. The air is wet, the walls as dirty and rotten as the room I was in.
He climbs a couple of stairs and arrives at a door, which he opens with his elbow and manages not to let me fall in the process, especially since I am wet everywhere.
The blood from my face reaches Lucas’s t-shirt, but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it.
I don’t wanna imagine how much I am staining him with the one coming from the other side of me.
I’m not even supposed to think about that, but about a way to calm the pain I was struggling not to display or worry Lucas more than he already is.
I inhale deeply when we reach the other side of the door, seeing that we got out in a dark atmosphere surrounded by lots of trees. The last rays of the sun wanted to swallow the air and let us into the darkness.
Lucas moves with me through the tunnel we’ve been in today that goes inside the hotel and takes my key out of his pocket.
How did he end up with it?
What can I say, it was the perfect question in my mind while the elevator took us to my floor.
We end up in the apartment, but when he is about to put me on the bed, he sees the bloodstain left by Blake and gets angry.
He slowly lets my legs touch the floor and looks at me like I’m about to fall any second now.
However much my insides are burning, I try not to show it.
When he sees that I can stay on my own feet, he goes to the bed, takes the mattress with the bed linen, and throws it in a corner.
He runs to the other room, and I wake up with the mattress and bed linen from my room on this bed.
He looks at me from head to toe, and his gaze lingers more on my face and also my intimate side. When I look down, I see that the lingerie is still pushed aside and a stream of blood is running down my legs.
He swears and goes to the bathroom, from where I hear the water running, a sign that he is filling the bathtub. At least I can have a hot bath if not answers regarding how the fuck did I end up fucked-up with a knifed-out glove and four greasy fingers of a Paul that was long gone.