39. "I will send him to his family he so dearly misses."
I sat in my car outside my family home that stood abandoned for years.
Seeing the gate alone brought back so many beautiful, suppressed memories that now brought nothing but pain and sorrow.
It was the house I was born in. The house I grew up in.
Where every corner held a memory deeply imprinted in my mind and soul.
It was my home. The place that once brought me peace, and now it was only a source of mental and emotional agony for me.
My body was shaking as I sat, feeling paralysed. I wanted to move, but I couldn't.
You have to do this. For Aysel.
Taking uneven breaths, I forced my trembling body out of the car and walked up to the gate, pushing it open. With uneven and unsure steps, I walked ahead, each step making it harder to breathe.
The front door opened easily as I pushed it, allowing me to step in without resistance. I froze the moment I entered. Cobwebs hung around the dimly lit and empty lobby that once used to shine bright.
Sounds of my little sister's laughs echoed in my ears as well as those of my mother. The sounds merged into a symphony that haunted my brain and ears, making me want to rip my hair out.
With uneven breaths and staggering footsteps, I forced myself to walk towards the living room, where Aysel was kept in the picture Liam had sent me.
As I grew closer to the living room, all I could hear in my head was the sound of my family's screams, and all my eyes could see was blood. Their blood. Images of their lifeless bodies.
My knees gave out as I neared the entrance, causing me to fall to the floor. I covered my mouth as an urge to vomit took over me.
Taking deep breaths, I reminded myself that I had to be strong for Aysel.
None of us would be in that situation if it weren't for my stupid and rash move of telling her to leave.
Grasping onto my waning strength and courage, I stood up and entered the dimly lit living room.
Aysel sat tied up on a chair in the centre, her eyes widening upon seeing me.
Just as I was about to run up to her, someone emerged from the shadows behind her. A face I recognised all too well.
Liam.
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"Do you know where we are, darling?"
I was in disbelief and beyond horrified to find myself in the clutches of the guy that nearly sexually assaulted me years ago. The cause of my insecurity and distrust in men for years.
I was tied up to a chair in a dimly lit, spacious room where the light was enough to reveal his malicious face that haunted my nightmares.
"This is where we killed Aiden Knight's family." He revealed, chuckling darkly.
My eyes widened in shock and fear.
He smirked. "What? You must be thinking that we're such awful creatures and what not, right? Because you're so morally upright, aren't you, Doctor?"
I couldn't find my voice.
"Well, surprise, Doctor. You're the daughter of one of those awful creatures." He taunted, making me frown.
"What are you saying?!" I demanded, finding my voice.
He snorted. "Where did your dad work, darling? He was always busy and never had time for you, right? Where did he work?"
The mention of my dad confused me further. "What are you trying to say?"
He smirked, sitting on a couch in front of me, leaning back. "He worked at Knight Enterprises," he revealed, making me stiffen. "One of Mr. Knight's most trusted employees, but actually loyal like a dog to his biggest rival."
My eyes widened, my heart hammering in my chest. "You're lying!"
"You're a traitor's daughter!" He exclaimed conceitedly. "A murderer's daughter, to be more precise."
I could hear the pounding of my heart in my ears.
No, no, no. This can't be.
"Right here," he pointed to the space we were in, a horrifyingly smug smile on his face. "Your dad shot each one of the Knight's."
My eyes were wide with horror and incredulity.
"Whose daughter are you?"
"You're Jason Clark's daughter."
"Fuck me for trusting you."
Tears blurred my vision, as my stomach knotted, making me feel sick.
"How ironic, right? The murderer's daughter is out there saving lives." He mocked.
I sniffed back tears.
"Right there," he gestured behind me with his head. "We held your little CEO boyfriend down. Look at that little fuck scaring the whole country now. He was pathetically begging and crying back then."
My heart broke into tiny pieces.
"But enough of that," he clasped his hands together, standing up, and walked towards me. "My darling Aysel, do you remember what I did to you?" He asked sadistically, rubbing my cheek with his rough hand.
I grimaced, feeling nauseous as I tried moving my face away.
He grinned, kneeling to my level. "There's no escape, darling. It's just you and me now."
It was taking everything in me not to breakdown.
He sighed. "I'd love to take you right here, right now," his words made me sick to my core.
"But there's no rush," he ran his hand up and down my arm, making me flinch.
My resistance and discomfort only added to his amusement.
"I have you all to myself now. I'll make you my little slave forever.
You will pay for resisting my advances and for slapping me. "
I groaned painfully as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and roughly pulled it. "If I touch you, you take it like a good girl, you understand?!"
He let go roughly, making me hit the back of my head on the chair. "Now be a good girl," he took his phone out and held it before me. "And record a voice note for Aiden. Beg him to come save you."
I swallowed, glaring at him. "I will do no such thing."
He chuckled evilly. "You will do no such thing, oh really?"
I let out a cry as he slapped me. "You will do as I say!" He screamed in my face, making me squeeze my eyes shut.
I fought back my tears. "I won't! You can do whatever you want, but I won't listen to you!" I lashed out.
His nostrils flared as he looked down at me with contempt. "You little piece of shit..." he uttered, fisting my shirt and pulling at it so hard that it tore off, revealing my bra.
I struggled in my seat as my skin became exposed to his filthy eyes, trying my best to break free, but in vain.
His eyes feasted on my flesh, making me feel more and more disgusted by the minute.
"Aiden Knight will come here, by hook or by crook. And I will send him straight to his family he so dearly misses."