24. Harper
Harper
I haven’t left this room since being brought to the mansion God only knows how long ago.
I haven’t been able to pee; I haven’t had any water, and nobody’s offered to bring me any food.
The only time I’ve seen anybody since the exam was when the guards came in and dragged me to a chair at the end of the room to tie me to it with rope.
Without anybody watching me, I try to wiggle my way free.
Maybe there’s a chance I can loosen the rope enough to slide out of it.
But then what would I do? I have no idea where I am.
I’m on Malik’s property, and I’m sure he has eyes everywhere.
I might be able to break out a window and start running, but I would bet the little money I have they’re all faster than me. They’re sure as hell stronger.
It’s hard not to feel like I’ve lost all hope.
There’s a part of me waiting for Dawson to break the door down and save me, and I feel pathetic for that.
How the hell is he going to know where I am?
I had a conversation with Malik, and I didn’t tell him all the details.
I only told him that Malik asked me on a date.
Looking back, the end of that conversation was very cryptic, and I see now what Malik meant. But I didn’t know that at the time to tell Dawson. I just wish things could have been different.
The door to the room bursts open, and for the first time since the exam, I see Malik. He’s accompanied by two guards, all with deep frowns on their faces as they approach me.
“What’s going on? Where am I?” I ask again now that the duct tape has been ripped off my face. I can’t help the quivering in my voice, even though I wish I could. The corner of Malik’s mouth upturns when he hears how afraid I am. It makes my skin crawl.
“You’re where I thought you belonged,” Malik says as he approaches. He pulls up a stool and squats down to take a seat in front of me. He forces me to look him in the eye, even though I want to look away. I don’t know what I did to get myself here.
“Why am I here? Is it just because I rejected you?” I ask, hot tears streaming down my face as I think about it. Dawson’s words replay in my mind. Malik isn’t the kind of guy you say no to.
Maybe this is exactly what he meant.
“You are not the one who asks questions. I am,” Malik says as he stands up and walks around the chair I’m tied to.
I feel his eyes on me the entire time as he takes in the scene and thinks about what he wants to do.
He eventually stops in front of me again and puts an arm on the back of the chair to tilt it up and force me to look at him.
I shake as the balance on the chair is messed with, and I worry about falling. “Tell me who took what belonged to me.”
I shake my head, not fully understanding what he means. When I don’t answer, he waits a moment, raising his eyebrows to silently urge me to continue.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say just before he lets go of the back of the chair, and it falls to the ground. I shriek as it crashes against the marble floor. My head slams against the back of the chair, and it’s immediately pounding.
Before I can even register what just happened, the two guards lift me and the chair up with ease. Malik is sitting on the stool in front of me again, manspreading as he rests his elbows on his knees.
“The more I have to ask, the more difficult your punishments will be,” Malik warns, his eyes dark and narrow as they stay glued to my face. “Consider that one a test. Now, I want you to tell me who took what belonged to me.”
I just shake my head again and try to search my aching brain for any semblance of an idea of what he’s talking about.
Maybe this has something to do with one of the business dealings with Dawson?
But I still don’t know what those are. All I know is that Malik is into some shady stuff, and I suppose that means Dawson is too.
Did somebody steal from him, and he thinks I know about it?
“If you’ll explain more, maybe I can—” I begin before I’m interrupted by a harsh slap across my face. My head whips to the side, and the sting on my cheek is all I can focus on. It practically knocks me into a daze.
I feel my skin burning from the humiliation and anger, and I strain my muscles against the rope in an attempt to break free. If this is just the beginning, I don’t want to see whatever else he has planned.
“Who took what belonged to me?” Malik asks again, demanding an answer to a question I don’t understand. I’m about to tell him that again, but before I can say anything, his hand is in my hair as he grabs a fistful and forces me to look at him.
I let out a cry and try to look away from him. Seeing the blind fury in his eyes is enough to make every hair on my body stand on end. It’s horrifying.
“I don’t know what you mean!” I shout back.
He tugs my hair hard enough that I worry he’ll rip it from the scalp.
The chair leans in the direction he’s pulling, and he takes advantage of the opportunity to shove me to the ground again.
This time, I land on my side and feel a radiating pain in my shoulder.
He backs away as the guards lift me up once again, and he paces the ground in front of me while a twisted smile grows on his face.
“You really don’t know what I’m talking about?” Malik asks, knowing what my answer is already. “You don’t know about the deal Henry made at all. How he promised you to me?”
I sit in silence, letting his words wash over me. My mom has always had a sixth sense for picking men who put me in danger. Apparently, Henry is no different.
“Promised me to you?” My voice is small and meek when I squeak out my question. Malik just nods, the amusement clear on his face. Dawson was right; he is crueler than I ever could have imagined.
“Your stepfather and I have been looking for an avenue to get into business together for a while. Until he met you, he didn’t have anything to offer me,” Malik says as he looks me up and down.
He licks his lips, and my skin crawls at the obscene gesture.
I can only imagine what Malik was promised.
“He thought you were pure, but I guess he didn’t take into consideration that you would be a whore like your mother. ”
I don’t know if he expects me to be upset by him talking about my mom, but it doesn’t faze me. What catches my attention is how he expected me to be pure. They thought I was a virgin.
It all clicks into place, and the knot in my stomach seems to grow tenfold.
Henry and my mother were in this together, and she told him that I hadn’t ever dated anyone.
After that, they must have made the conclusion that I would be the perfect bargaining chip to get whatever it is they want from Malik.
He wanted a young virgin to defile, and they thought I was the perfect choice.
My own mother must have given him information about me. She and I have had a complicated relationship, but this feels like a knife in the heart.
Everything would have gone according to plan if it hadn’t been for Dawson. They never considered he would be attracted to me. They never thought I would lose my virginity to him in the weeks I was supposed to spend in his custody.
I’m immensely thankful for Dawson right now. I don’t know what the two of us are, but his desire for me has saved me from a life with Malik I didn’t want a part in. But now I’m here, and this doesn’t look good either.
“Henry knew the terms, and he let this happen, anyway,” Malik continues, ranting now as he paces back and forth. “Dawson was supposed to watch over you to make sure you stayed pure for me.”
“Dawson?” I ask, feeling any relief I had about what happened vanish in an instant.
Malik stops and looks at me with glee in his eyes when he sees the heartbreak I’m feeling. “Yes. Dawson knew all about the deal. He was supposed to protect you and keep an eye on you, so you would stay out of trouble. I guess he didn’t do a good enough job.”
Nobody’s laid a hand on me, but I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.
Dawson knew about this. He let me tell him about myself even though he knew what was going to happen to me.
Hell, Dawson fucked me, and he knew what was at stake.
Why the hell would he do that if he knew Malik wanted a virgin?
I’m heartbroken, and I wish I could just break down and cry right here and now, but I can’t. If I had any hope that Dawson was going to come here and save me, it’s gone now. He knew I was being offered up to Malik on a silver platter, and that’s probably why he wanted me to work from home today.
Why didn’t Dawson just encourage me to go out with Malik? Why did he freak out when he thought I was flirting with Malik? The more I think about it, the more questions I have, and I can’t make sense of the situation.
Malik stops pacing and moves closer, putting both of his hands on the armrests beside me, his face only inches from mine. “Now that you understand, tell me who took what belonged to me.”
I could tell him that Dawson did it. After keeping the secret from me, lying to me, he deserves to be exposed.
It’s the only revenge I could possibly take in the position I’m in.
But at the same time, I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to this.
I don’t fully understand Dawson’s motives, and I can’t expose him. Not right now.
I just shake my head and let him know I’m not speaking. He sighs and drops his head when he shakes it. He backs away and nods to the guards, who both move to stand in front of me.
“I offered you an easy way,” Malik says with a disappointed sigh. “If you’re not going to talk to me willingly, I’m going to make you.”
Before I know it, a fist slams against my face, and a sharp ache forms in my jawbone. I look at the guards and see the hunger in their eyes. They want this just as much as Malik does.
Another hand crashes into my already aching shoulder, and I let out a scream.
Malik just takes a seat on the corner of the bed and watches with a satisfied smile as the guards smack me, punch me, and pull my hair.
I’m knocked to the ground and kicked a few times while all of them pepper me with questions about who defiled me.
They ask me disgusting questions about everything I’ve done, attempting to invade my privacy as they threaten to kill me and beat me within an inch of my life.
By the time my chair is lifted back up and the guards step away with blood on their hands, every inch of me is aching. My hair is matted to my face, and I can’t help the quiet sobs that escape my throat.
“Dawson,” I whisper under my breath, catching Malik’s attention. He moves closer to urge me to say it again, and I do. “It was Dawson.”
I hate that I gave in and confessed, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The three of them would kill me. I could see it in their eyes when they brought their hands down on me. They would kill me, and they would take pleasure in it.
“He’s going to die,” Malik says. He looks me up and down, assessing the damage he and his guards have done. “I might kill you too. You’re already close enough to the edge. But then again, you could still make me a profit.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head vehemently. By how he’s looking at me, I don’t need to ask what he means. I know exactly where this is going.
“Your face might be bloody and bruised, but nobody will be paying for that,” Malik says with a laugh, as if it is the funniest joke he’s ever told. When he settles down, he turns to the guards and points to me. “Get her ready for the brothel.”