Her vile smile told me the truth. Everything blurred for me after that. The pain was insurmountable. My child, my blood, was massacred because she was so fucking selfish. Before I realized what happened, I had dragged Wren outside by her hair and slammed her head against a tree again, and again until my father finally came and stopped me. I looked at the brain matter that had splattered everywhere.
I was bereft, exhausted, and wasn’t sure I wanted to move on. My father let me mope the rest of the night. The next morning, he pulled me out of it.
Wren was my undoing. I swore that wouldn’t happen again.
Marseille
This man, this monster, just threatened me with physical violence, then looked at me like he wanted to devour me.
Now was as good as time as any. Clearing my throat, he paused and looked at me. Timidly I raised my hand. His look was of amusement and irritation.
“What?”
“Look, I don’t know who misinformed you, however, my parents have not been around my entire life. So my suggestion is, if you want to maximize your ransom demand, you should call the papers and tell them you kidnapped me. That way they will have to pay you or they will be embarrassed in front of their yuppie peers. Otherwise, they would care less what happened.”
His disbelieving look made me wonder if he understood or could comprehend exactly what I was trying to tell him.
“Ransom?” He arched his eyebrow.
I nodded, sure I had just taken care of all the messy business. He moved me towards the house, not saying anything else. As I was pushed inside the door, my fear started to settle in. I’m not sure if it was the chain links attached to the walls, or the locks on all the kitchen drawers, or maybe it was the daunting box that sat on the floor that had a pair of handcuffs attached inside.
He shoved me onto the floor so I landed on my rump right by the chains in the corner.
“If you behave, you can roam the house. If you try to escape, or disobey me, then you will spend time in the box,” he pointed to the wooden contraption. “Do not test me. If you enjoy using an actual toilet instead of a bucket, and actual silverware when you eat instead of lapping out of a dog bowl, you need to be a good girl. Understand?”
I nodded my head. Did he really think I wasn’t going to try and escape? I mean, he hasn’t hurt me, he could just be talking shit. I’m going to call his bluff. He had to know this.
He roughly pulled my ankle to the metal clamp he attached around it. I realized I was screwed if I let him chain me up. That was when the real fear set in. I’m not even sure what all happened. Everything occurred so quickly.
I tried pulling my leg away but before I knew it, he had me in a crab lock, was securing my ankle with a padlock and I was beating him on his back.
His hand around my throat cutting my oxygen off made me remember he was in control. Black dots were forming in front of my eyes as I started to lose consciousness.
The air burnt my lungs as I sucked in a deep breath when he let my throat go. “Don’t fucking fight me again.”
Whimpering with tears in my eyes, I just glanced up at him. He stood there glaring at me. He pulled me up, then took me from room to room in the cabin. The chain gave me enough slack to roam comfortably inside.
“Go to the bathroom now, you won’t get another chance tonight.” He barked at me.
I looked at him. Was he serious? The stern look in his face was enough for me to realize it was futile to argue. Quickly I peed, then stood up to pull my panties and pants up. He shook his head no.
He yanked them back down. I knew then exactly what he had planned for me.
Chapter Five
Havoc
She was finally starting to understand that I was in control. The look of fear on her face when I cut the pants and underwear off of the shackled leg let me know she wasn’t going to go down easy.
I knew she thought I was going to ravage her, but that would happen only if I deemed her worthy, and so far, she wasn’t. At least, that’s what I kept trying to convince myself.
That would complicate things. I’m not sure I could go down that road and come back unscathed.
Marseille
My fight or flight was kicking in. No way in hell was I letting this animal rape me. He came closer to me and I just started screaming then hitting him with everything I had when he touched my arm.
Of course, he easily deflected me, with a smile nonetheless, which only pissed me off more. He wrapped his python arms around me to subdue me, then squeezed me so hard I thought he was going to crush my ribcage.
“Are you finished?” He rumbled in my ear.
I nodded my head slightly. I was aware he was touching my naked body, and my traitorous body was giving signs of appreciation. What the hell? This man was scum of the earth!
Albeit scum, if this had been a different place, different situation, I probably would’ve been absolutely thrilled to be alone with him. The point was, he was scum now.
Shoving me towards the wooden box set up on the floor, he said, “Climb in.”
I stood there, not fully comprehending. His patience must have been wearing thin because he grabbed me painfully by my hair, then pushed me head first inside the box, smacking my head on the back panel.
I crawled inside so he wouldn’t hurt me anymore. After
