Chapter 7 #3
His cruel words stab into that woman who tried every diet under the sun, who wore tight clothes in an attempt to get some attention from a man who would probably never love her.
A woman who always stood behind people in photos so she could hide her weight, squeezing herself into moulds that just didn’t fit her.
I know I shouldn’t let his words affect me but I’ll always be reminded of the woman I once was.
Ricky digs the knife into my hip and I yelp in pain, but I can’t tell what hurts more, his words or the physical knife.
I guess they’re both just as bad as each other.
I flinch backwards as much in the handcuffs as I can when he brings his face to mine, our noses inches from one another and I can smell his favourite whiskey on his breath.
The spicy notes tingle through my senses.
“Are you going to cry yet?” He taunts against my skin, his lips brushing over my cheek. “Are you going to cry like the weak little bitch I know you are?”
An anger like I’ve never felt before simmers in my bloodstream, just barely brewing at the surface at his taunting words. Maybe I am ready to cry, maybe I’m ready to cry for myself and everything I’ve fucking endured in this rancid place, but my husband will never know the satisfaction of that.
With a red haze brimming at the corners of my vision, I turn to bring my lips to his ears, his warm skin brushing over my mouth as I whisper into his ear. “I’ll never fucking cry for you.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I clamp my teeth over his ear and bite down with force, feeling the thin skin tear between my teeth as I yank his ear from the side of his head. Blood floods into my mouth and I pull with everything I have until the top of his ear rips away from his head.
Ricky wails in pain, his hand shooting to his ear to feel for his missing chunk of ear that’s now clamped tightly between my teeth. The taste of raw flesh has me heaving and I spit the top of his ear onto the floor.
“You fucking bitch!” Ricky bellows in anger, his hand still cupping the side of his head.
His free hand swings the knife back before slicing it straight across my stomach, cutting straight through the skin.
It’s not deep enough to kill me, but it’s enough to have me writhing in pain.
I tip my head down to assess the wound and watch on as my blood pools at the edge of the gash before pouring down my hips and onto my thighs like rain.
It drips steadily from my toes to create a small puddle underneath me.
My husband looks at me with pure hatred in his eyes and he quickly closes the gap between us again, the knife now pressing into my throat.
I push against the blade, feeling it split the skin slightly.
“You either send your message, or fucking kill me.” I spit out through bloodied teeth.
His icy eyes flare with burning anger at my threat, he begins to run the blade down my chest and over my stomach, carving out a thin line in its wake.
Immediately blood pools to the surface and I hiss through my teeth at the burning sting that’s radiating over my skin as he drags the blade through my flesh.
I feel the thin skin split, it’s not enough to bleed me dry, but it’s enough to leave a scar, along with the rest of them that litter my body.
Once Ricky is happy with his work, he takes a few steps back and passes the knife back to Nico who then proceeds to hand him a phone which he uses to take a picture of me to send to Dean.
The flash on the camera flickers a couple of times and I have to close my eyes to stop the blaring light from blinding me.
A sadistic smile spreads across Ricky’s face as he flicks through the photos he’s taken of me, he then turns the phone around and the image before me is enough to make me crumble.
“Do you think your precious boyfriend will like what I’ve done to you? You’ll always wear my scars, and you’ll always belong to me. You’re my fucking wife.” He spits out with malicious intent that has me flinching.
“I think once he finds you, you’ll never be able to run fast enough to save your life.” I say, my gaze burning hard into his. “He’ll burn this place down until there’s nothing left, and even if I’m dead and we somehow meet in the afterlife, you’ll never be safe again. I can promise you that.”
My husband’s eyes turn black at my words before he swings his arm back to crack it against the side of my cheek, causing my face to whip to the side.
My teeth clamp together in my mouth just from the brute force alone, and the pain that radiates through the side of my face is enough to send my world spinning.
I hear him shuffle on his feet before his mouth reaches my ear.
“I suggest you remember who the fuck you’re talking to.
Next time I won’t leave you so intact.” He spits out with venom before leaving the room with Nico in tow.
The heavy door slams behind them and I’m left hanging by my wrists from the ceiling, barely clothed and bleeding. My resolve is slowly cracking.