CHAPTER 85

Ken's hands were all over me in an instant. He was touching every bit of my skin, my back, my arms, my waist.

I whimpered as he sucked on my neck, moaning into my skin.

It didn't bother me so much what he was doing to me. He had done this to me before I presumed, so I didn't shiver at the thought as much as I shivered at the thought of him killing or harming Scar.

What worried me was that Scar was here and he was saying nothing. Ken knew what he was doing. He was a psychopath, and he was never going to let me be.

I expected Scar to shout or scream or beg, anything to show his hatred for the scene that was currently playing before him. A scene where I was being touched by another man, by hands which weren't his.

Does it mean that he never cared about me? That he doesn't love me and he couldn't care less if another man used me for his pleasure while he watched? I thought, closing my eyes to all the horror, fear and pain I felt.

Tears fell down my eyes but it wasn't because Ken was kissing me but because Scar didn't care that he was.

I sniffed and Ken must have noticed that I was crying now because he immediately backed away.

He held my shoulders and looked at me squarely, "Oh baby please don't cry." He purred, wiping the tears of my chin with his thumb. "We only just begun."

"Just stop." I begged. My lips were shaking so bad as I was eager to stop any tear from falling down my eyes again.

I couldn't afford to look weak.

"Now back to my question." Ken smiled, ignoring my plea. He let me go and moved back a few inches, his eyes never leaving my body.

I cleaned my lips and my cheeks refusing to look at scar. I felt dizzy but I didn't cry again not even a single tear fell from my eyes.

I won't be weak not anymore.

If Scar didn't care then I won't too.

"Don't you want to know what I did to you that night?" Ken asked, his lips were gradually upturning to a smug smile.

I dared to look at his eyes and what I saw scared me.

"Please stop. You've done enough." I whimpered.

"No I won't, not until you beg for me. Not until you scream my name!" He yelled, closing the distance between us.

"I would never to that!" I screamed, locking eyes with him.

We continued our stare down contest for a while until Ken broke eye contact with me.

I felt a bit triumphant.

He smirked and turned to scar. "She is brave isn't she?" he asked, laughing.

I finally braced it up and looked at scar but I saw nothing in his eyes. There was no emotion, just nothing. His eyes and demeanor gave out nothing at all. He really didn't care! He doesn't Mira, accept it! I said to myself as I drowned in despair.

Ken turned to me, chickling a bit. "He's still so quiet. While we wait for him to speak why don't I tell you all I did to you that night."

Again Ken closed the distance between us. I was about to move back when he grabbed my arms and pulled me to him.

"So first of all, I kissed you." He murmured. He crashed his lips on mine, kissing me slowly and gently at first.

I was unable to move even an inch backwards. His hold on me was so firm I could only cry into his lips.

"Then I moved from your lips to your neck." He whispered mirroring his actions with his words. He trailed kisses down, from my lips to my collar bone. He pulled both my hands up and took of my gown. Then my bra followed.

I didn't fight him anymore. It was obvious that he wanted me to struggle now.

I had to buy time.

He kissed my chin, then my neck again and again. I felt like I had done this before with someone I actually wanted, but It was impossible. It had to be, because I didn't remember him.

I scrunched my nose up in disgust. I was breathing heavily through my mouth as I watched him kiss my body.

"You smell so good." Ken whispered in my ears and I swallowed.

Lord please I need your help, help me!

"Then I went to your breast but you didn't have any then.  Although It still felt better than all the ones that I had touched in my life including my aunt's own." He smirked. "But that inadequacy of yours has been made up for now."

"The sight before me is glorious!" Ken gushed, taking a step back to really look at me.

I felt as if a thousand insects crawled away from the bin and was feasting on me.