he approached me. As each second ticked by, I knew Darren was getting closer
while Holly’s life expectancy exponentially shortened.
“Wait! No! Please! Get off me!” I shouted, squirming in Scott’s arms as he tried
to get me under control while Hank fought to regain himself. Now that the decision
had been made, my panic set in. My breath was unsteady, and my blood rushed
with fear knowing Holly was about to die. And the fact that there wasn’t shit I could
do about it hurt far more than I wanted it to.
I fought harder against Scott, kicking, scratching, punching, and elbowing
everywhere I could, but he would not let go. Hank finally seemed to get a hold of
himself as he marched toward me, grabbing my wrists when suddenly a gunshot
went off somewhere in the house, immediately ceasing my fight. I froze instantly,
tears inadvertently spilling down my cheeks as I centered my attention on the
announcement of Holly’s death.
In my moment of brief distraction, I felt something poke into my skin and jerked
my head down to find Scott had injected a needle into my arm. A wave of dizziness
overcame me, and I felt my knees buckle.
“You fucking bas…” was all I could manage to say before my mind went blank,
and I fell completely into darkness.
19
RETURN
Two Days Later
I was numb, hopelessly and utterly numb. I had cried so much in the last day, I
couldn’t feel anything anymore. I sat on the edge of my bed, my short legs
hanging off the side while my feet dangled a few inches above the floor. My hands
gripped the edge of the bed as I stared out the window of my suite, watching the
rain pebble down the window. Today was supposed to be a good day, the start of
something fresh … because today we were leaving the island. Instead, it was a sad
reminder that one less person was leaving … or had already left.
After I’d woken from my drug-induced slumber, I found myself in Darren’s bed.
He’d been sitting in the chair adjacent to me, waiting for me to wake. I’d turned
away from him, unable to look at his gorgeously demonic face, and tried my hardest
not to cry in front of him. Eventually, he’d gotten up and fucked me the entire
night, reminding me of what I was and who I belonged to. He’d dragged me across
his knee to strike my ass thirty times for attacking him and then bent me over to
fuck me from behind. I refused to participate, keeping my face stone cold and
emotionless, even when he’d force me to look at him while he emptied himself into
me. And throughout all the hate, all the pent-up rage and despair, I’d still managed
to lose count of the orgasms he compelled from my body. I’d told him the least he
could do was get me off after all the shit he had done. That had earned me another
set of twenty over his lap. Even as I sat here, my ass was still stinging.
Luckily, I hadn’t seen him yesterday. He’d left to make sure everything was
prepared at the estate for my return, meaning he wanted to make sure all the new
security provisions were executed properly. My suite had already been packed up
and put away, looking like I was moving out of the damn place completely. Hank
and Blondie were still sitting in their usual seats near the door while they watched
me. Darren had arrived on the island several hours ago; we were just waiting for the
plane to be refueled while pilot rested up. I’d been praying like crazy before he got
here that the damn thing would crash, only to be swallowed by the ocean and never
seen again.
Another hour went by, and I still hadn’t moved from my bed. The rain had
stopped, but the remaining water droplets still clung to the window, sliding down
like the ones on my cheek. I hadn’t asked what happened to Holly because I hadn’t
wanted to know what Darren had done with her body. He hadn’t even asked me if I
wanted to pay my last respects. He just tossed her memory to the dirt like she’d
never meant anything. Fucking bastard.
“Miss Jaden,” Hank said, pulling me from my thoughts. “It’s time.”
So it was.
I nodded, standing without issue as I walked over to the door, Blondie opening it
so I could walk through. My long cream-colored floral dress drifted over the floor as
it flowed around me, and I wondered why Darren had requested I wear a longer
dress. He usually preferred to have my legs visible, not to mention shorter dresses
meant an easier chance of exposing myself and keeping my physical fight to a
minimum if I didn’t want to see more bloodshed than necessary.
Hank and Blondie escorted me outside where a car was waiting to drive me to the
runway. It was only a ten-minute walk from here, but I suppose
