chapter 33

(33)

I was currently moping in the corner.

When I woke up this morning, Damien had left, sticking a note in my palm.

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" I'll be back at 5.

Finish your meals along with the meds.

Don't mess with the bandages.

See you, doll."

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I sighed and crushed the note into pieces.

I scooted into the bathtub filled with warm water, I guessed Damien prepared that for me since it was already lukewarm.

As soon as the warm water consumed me, I was relaxed. I peeled off the bandages and saw the wounds were almost gone.

That was pretty impressive that a gunshot wound was gone just in about a week. What on Earth with the injections he's been giving me?

Of course, Daniel was forcing me to take those injections every day.

I lay in the bed tub, lost in thoughts. A sudden wave of pain in my heart formed at the thought of Mateo. But why? I had nothing to do with him.

But he helped me with his life on line? I don't get it at all. What even is his purpose?

I doubted if he was still even alive.

Damien was keeping a stoic face at my refusal to speak any further about my time while I was away with his sister in the woods. He didn't even brought it up. But I know better...

A monster would remain a monster no matter what. Something is up. Something is up his sleeve.

I shooed away the maids as they wouldn't go anywhere but stuck to me like freaking worms. I made sure I was alone in the room.

I stood in front of a full-length mirror and stripped down my clothes until I was completely naked.

Yea, my body was healing slowly but the fainted scars were everywhere.

Especially on my back where Damien used to beat with a leather belt, that belt was his favorite, but he used that only when I pushed his buttons and his sick mind overwhelmed him. Freaking psycho rat bastard.

My face scrunched in terror as the memories flooded again. The sight of tattoo was pushing me to the edge of insanity.

"Cling. Cling." The phone rang off, the phone that was only able to receive the incoming calls of course.

I lazily picked it up and held it into my ears. It felt cold against my cheek but nothing compared to the coldness that swallowed my fingers.

" Miss me, doll?" An amused voice.

He usually didn't make calls unless it was necessary. Or to tick me off.

"With every bullet so far," I replied.

He chuckled and said, " So sassy when she wakes up..." he laughed.

" Just leave me alone," I seethed.

" Oh, doll, I wished I could but the show is fucking great!" I had to pull the phone away from my ear at the high pitched voice. The fUck? He sounds like the run down

I furrowed my eyes and sighed.

What was this time?

" I still couldn't believe a little girl like you got so fucking sexy curves," he cooed.

What the heck he was saying? Verbal assaults as usual?But wait, he said the show was great and about curves...

I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me.

Mother fucker has already fixed the cameras in this fucking room. I could hear another squeaking laughter from the line.

" Oh, my smart girl. But you know, you're too naive sometimes," he chuckled.

" Go eat breakfast after you done with your little show...and don't you wanna count me in while you're at it- " he started moaning. What the-

Ugh.

I dumfoundedly stared at the wall in silence until he breathlessly called me out one last time.

The line went silent for a while.

I heard him sigh deeply.

" See you later, doll. I have to continue asking your little friend where did he hide your parents," he chuckled darkly and I heard some groans before he hangs off quickly.

What the heck????!!!! Did he mean Mateo?

I knew it! Damien wasn't that generous and stupid to leave my parents alone!!

The blood was streaming down from my knuckles with shattered glasses deeply sticking into my knuckles as I keep pushing into it.

The mirror no longer showing my reflection

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(Evening)

I tired myself off after crying.

My blood was drying off so far but the maids only came inside to clean the mess.

I sat down on the wet floor in the bathroom and washed my hand sniffing and looking down at my blood-stained white gown.

Damien would be here in a minute as I could hear the car being pulled up.

I heard things being broken downstairs.

Oh great, Vivan. You were fucked up now.

The moment he mentioned hurting or anything about my parents I couldn't remember much after that.

Damien stormed into the room with his heavy steps. I only focused on washing my hands. I knew he was standing at the entrance as his heavy breath was vibrating.

I looked up at him as he was silently standing there for more than five minutes.

His face held confusion and anger.

His gaze turned between my hand, my bottom, and my eyes, and he licked his lips.

" Give me a good reason not to drag you out of there and spank that tight ass of yours,"

What?? Did he not just say that? He would beat the shit out of me if I tried any kind of self-harm before, but what was holding him back?

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"You're acting like this ungrateful little bitch just so you can finally get me to give my sole attention on you huh?" He continued to accuse me.

" you want Daddy's attention, aren't you, doll? look at you... can't go a second without me." His voice low as tightened his grip on my throat.

Digging my nails at his wrists become my salvation as he kept gripping harder when I push at his chest.

I squirmed underneath his body as the water keep filling up the tub.

" Shh. " Water from his partially curled hair dripped on my face as he hovered above me. My back hurting from the crushing weight above me. My sensory was overloaded as he kept biting and bruising around the corner of my mouth. Gasping for a breath of air become too overwhelming it basically was him granting me a puff of breath only when he felt like it.

That goes on for another five more minutes.

I began feeling like I was a floating rock. But I could feel the grip on my neck also becoming looser as I zoned out and my limbs going weak.

He let me go with a quick kiss to my numb lips where I sat up and greedily inhaled sharply until falling into a coughing spur, throat tight and itchy with burning for air.

"Giving up already? How about we take a break? " I felt him feeling up my breasts as he snickered.

I gathered the spit in my mouth to spit at him. But the look in his eyes caught me off guard, his eyes are ... Red....it must be from water going into his eyes right? There's no way he would f-cking cry-

I saw the lone tear spilling down his right eye as he stared at the wall behind me. He didn't even seem like he's here.

As he shifted his gaze on me...and I knew...

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The familiar pain spreading through my wet tousled locks as I gritted my teeth keeping myself from screaming again.

As if on cue, the pulling becomes unbearable as he yanked me up and keep my head in place.

A yelp caught in my throat as I was bounced on the bed with him straddling me.

I gripped the sheets and tried pulling myself away from him. With a tug on my ankle, he flipped me face down into the sheet as he trapped me beneath him using both of his grips in my hair and my wrists.

My vision becoming blurry as I felt him trying to restrict my movement to nothing by just laying on top of me.

" I know you liked that bastard," I felt his breath directly on the back of my head.

" Don't you, huh? He is your f-cking superman, " his accusing tone had me biting back my tongue. " Fucking admit it, you little whore!!!" His nails were digging into my flesh.

I sobbed in pain.

"No,"

Suddenly I was flipped back onto my back. I felt his cold palm stroking me painstakingly gentle. " You like me better right? Right?"

I felt him licking my nose. Yuck. I grimaced as I felt his fingers prodding my closed eyelids.

" I'm better right? "

And so the endless circle repeats.

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Third person POV -

The fabric of her shirt was strained beyond its limits in his tightly clutched grasp, as he shoved her with great force back into the open doorway of the building.

She hit the cold tile floor with force, her hands and knees landing first before catching herself on her shins to prevent a potentially dangerous fall.

The sudden sound of the door slamming shut echoed in the empty corridor.

He took a brutal grip on her upper arm with his large and rough hand, and forcefully yanked her upright, dragging her along at a pace that proved too quick for her to keep up. She stumbled and stumbled, struggling to stay upright and on her feet as she was dragged forward by his relentless grip.

She attempted to kick and squirm within his relentless grip, but her small sobs proved insufficient in freeing herself from his grasp, her skin beginning to burn as he continued to tightly twist his grip, not letting go of her even as she continued her desperate attempts to free herself.

But he seemed unbothered, eerily so, almost as though he was doing something as mundane as carrying in groceries, a sack of potatoes and not a distressed little girl.

Completely nonchalant as his dark curls, wet, laid slick and dripping over his eyes where he held an almost deadly calm stare on ahead of him.

To the basement it was...

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I couldn't even feel my legs as I was dragged alongside.

He growled loudly and yanked my hair more aggressively, dragging me along the way. I was practically running to keep his pace because I didn't want to be dragged along.

And his long strides weren't helping me at all.

" You dare to say 'no' to me? Am I not enough for you? You of all people?!" He seethed while dragging me towards the basement. " My f-cking property?! " he snapped angrily at my face.

I guessed he reached his destination as he threw me onto the cement floor. I looked up and saw a beaten-up, Mateo. Yes, I had nothing to do with him but- but- he helped me to meet my parents again. My head is spinning like crazy. It really was him whimpering.

The wave of guilt strokes me hard like lightning.

But Damien again held the back of my head and forced my head up making me look at Mateo.

The mere idea of Damien forcing me to watch him possibly end Mateo caused me to shut my eyes tightly and break out into tears. The terror of such a scenario occurring gripped me, leaving me overwhelmed and fearful of the possibility that such an event could transpire again.

"Open your fucking eyes!!!!" Damien placed a plier inside my palm. Wait, a plier?

" Are you sure you don't wanna play the game?" Damien breathed into the back of my head making me shiver.

"N-No! Just kill me a-already!" I sobbed as the mental and the physical burden was too much for me to handle.

"Wrong answer," he mumbled and I felt him gripping my hand tight with the device.

The next thing I knew was a loud, painful, unpleasant groan from Mateo.

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