CHAPTER 11: Consumed by desire

It had been three days. Three days of searching for Mercy. Three days of sleepless nights. They searched everywhere but there was still no sign of her. Every time they thought they found a lead, they always hit rock bottom. Everyone was a mess, especially Vic. Mercy's disappearance hit him harder than anyone. He blamed himself for not paying more attention. If he did then maybe he would have noticed sooner. He didn't know if she was still in the country anymore. Was she safe? Was she scared? Did she eat? Mercy had always been the baby of the family and he knew she wouldn't survive any harsh living conditions.

Ed Sheeran's Perfect snapped him out of his thoughts. Victor stood at the alter in his black tuxedo, his eyes scanning around the crowd until they landed on Natalie. She was in her mermaid white gown, a veil covering her face with some white lilies in her hands. Her father had his arm hooked around hers as they slowy walked to the alter.

Victor sighed, bored. He could feel rage filling ever pore on his body. He should be out there, doing everything he could to find his sister but instead, he was here sealing Elijah's business deal. He was against this marriage from the begining, but Elijah forced it down his throat. His cold gaze lingered on Natalie for a while, imagining a hole carved on her chest, her white wedding gown drenched with her blood. He could just kill her and get rid of his problem, but he knew he couldn't.

Mr Murau handed her over with a straight face. He stared into Victor's eyes, who maintained the stare.

"Keep her happy. She is my only daughter."

Victor kept quiet, still staring at him. Mr Murau cleared his throat then moved back, and walked to his seat.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Victor Dube and Natalie Murau in holy matrimony." The priest's voice brought everyone to order.

Natalie smiled, her heart racing excitedly. It was finally happening. She was finally marrying the man of her dreams. She couldn't even explain the joy she was feeling.

Victor stood there, his mind drifting off, the voices around him disappearing. Why was he doing this? He asked himself. Why didn't he just say no? Why the hell did he allow Elijah to take everything from him? An image of Mercy's smiling face crossed his mind and he clenched his jaws, anger filling him. What if they hurt her while he was there, throwing his life away? What if...what if....so many what ifs filled his mind that his breathing changed.

"Are you okay, Victor?" Natalie's voice brought him back to reality. That just reminded him how he hated everything about the woman he was marrying.

The priest asked him to repeat the vows after him. Victor took a deep breath and recited the stupid vows, his voice cold and detached.

"Act normal," Elijah had said so that's exactly what he was going to do though it took everything in him not to lose it.

"I, Victor Dube, take Natalie Murau, to be my lawfully wedded wife." He said, his voice echoing through the church.

"To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, until death do us apart."

Natalie's eyes sparkled with tears as Victor spoke but his face remained cold and unwelcoming. She didn't care about that. Hearing him say his vows shifted something in her.

After he finished speaking, the priest turned to her and asked her to repeat her vows. She spoke up, her voice trembling and filled with emotions.

After she was done, the priest asked Victor to take his ring. He did as told.

"Repeat after me-"

"Can we just skip that part." Victor said, impatiently.

There were murmours from the crowd, but he didnt care. He was fed up. He wanted to get it over and done with.

The priest sighed. "You can put the ring on her finger."

Victor slipped the diamond ring on her finger and she stared at it admiringly, before she slipped one on his finger as well.

"With the power invested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Victor's eyes met Natalie's and for a moment, they just stared at each other. With a heavy sigh, Vic lifted her veil and brushed his lips against her, planting a gentle peck on her red painted lips.

**

Mercy wiped her tears as some of the fell on the book she was holding. Tanaka was generous enough to let her watch Victor's wedding online. She could see it on his face that he wasn't okay. His eyes were hollow like he hadn't slept in days and he was so tense. She knew that he was not okay, her disappearance was hitting him hard. It wasn't surprising that he felt responsible for her.

Pain choked her as she continued to watch the live feed on the TV mounted to the wall, her eyes stuck on her brother.

The door cracked open and she quickly sat up straight, her heart pounding. After that night, she hardly slept. She kept seeing him in her dreams and she was scared that if she slept, he would come back again like he did the last time. She tried so hard to forget about what had happened but she spend most of her time doing nothing but think. There was nothing to keep her busy so she found herself lost in her thoughts.

Tanaka had apologized, but she ignored him. She didn't want him anywhere near her. He was the sole reason why she was raped in the first place. If he hadn't kidnapped her then she wouldn't have to come across his brother. Her hate for him kept on growing. She couldn't even believe that she once loved him.

Tanaka walked in, his hands raised. "It's just me."

Mercy sighed, relieved. She hated him, but she prefered him over Trust.

He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "How are you doing?"

Mercy almost clicked her tongue. The nerve of this boy to ask her how she was doing after keeping her against her will for a week and letting his brother...she took a deep breath. She needed to forget about him and what he did to her. She ignored him, trying to concentrate on the book she was reading.

"B...Mercy, i'm really sorry for what my brother did. If i could take it back, i would in a heartbeat. I know my sorry won-"

"Could you just stop!" She snapped. "This is exactly what you want. You got it now just leave me alone."

His heart sank. Yes, maybe when he first saw her it was part of the plan, but after spending so much time with her, he realized just how evil his plan was that's why he told Trust not to go through with it, but the little prick went behind his back. He clenched his fist. He was going to deal with him.

"Mercy-"

"Please, just leave me alone." She begged, her voice breaking. She just wanted to be alone with her thoughts. Was it too much to ask for?

The hatred in her eyes was burning hot. He could feel it radiating from her and that broke him. He sighed then stood up. He gave her one last look before walking out.

**

Later that night, Victor came out of the shower wiping himself dry. He glanced over at Natalie who was sitting on the bed, her wedding dress still on. He ignored her and lotioned his body then changed into simple clothes. He grabbed his car keys and turned to walk out.

Natalie's voice stopped him when he was about to walk out. "Where are you going?"

He sighed, frustrated. Was this what being married meant? He shook his head. "Sweetheart, i don't report my movements to you. I've made my intentions clear with you from the first day. I do not love or desire you. I will never look at you like that so don't expect anything from me. You are just Elijah's business deal. Let be this the last time you question me. You can live your life, date whoever you want, i don't care. And oh, this is my room. I don't share it with anyone. You are free to choose one of the rooms. Stay away from mine. Have a great night." He walked out, banging the door behind him.

Tears trickled down Natalie's face. She thought since they were married it would be different bit she realized that it was only getting worse. Pain choked her as she took of her wedding gown. This was supposed to be their first night. He was supposed to be the one taking it off.

She sniffed, stepping out of the dress then stood in front of the mirror. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't he look at her differently? Was she ugly? She checked her reflection in the mirror, looking for a flaw that could be turning him off. She touched her nose. It was big and she was only noticing it now. Was it the reason he didn't find her attractive? She sighed then slowly walked to the bathroom.

**

Victor found himself parked in front of Tariro's flat. It had been a while since he last saw her but he needed her, his body did. He needed to feel something apart from the anger, hurt and guilt he was feeling. He jumped off the car and walked to the door. He took out his gun and shot the door knob then opened it, walking in.

His feet led him to her bedroom where he found her fast asleep. He placed his gun and knife on the dressing table then stepped out his clothes. He grabbed her leg then pulled her off the bed. She fell down on the floor with a thud, making her jump up startled. She rubbed her eyes so as to get a better vision. She could feel a presence in her room and that made her heart beat on her throat.

Victor smirked, he could smell her fear from where she was standing and that turned him on. One by one, he buried his thoughts at the back of his mind and focused on the woman in front of him. He finally switched on the light, putting her out of her misery.

Tariro sighed, relieved. The fear she had replaced by anger. "You!" She said, "what the hell are you doing here?" She demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

Her gaze landed on his hard dick and her breathing pattern changed. She was trying so hard not to show him that his presence was affecting her. All those feelings she had been trying to burry came back. She quickly looked away.

"You need to leave." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Victor stepped closer, his eyes boring into her soul. He was tired of talking. He had been doing that all day. He just wanted to fuck amd forget.

"On your knees, little one." He ordered but Tariro stood her ground.

"No. You need to get out of here, now. Leave, please." She had a bag full of money in her closet. If Elijah finds out that Vic was there he was going to kill her. She needed him gone as soon as possible but her heart and pussy was saying a different thing. He got her hooked so fast and she knew there was no going back.

Victor reached for his gun and pressed it on her forehead, his cold eyes boring into hers. "I'm not in the mood for the back and forth today, little one. On your fucking knees or i shoot you, right now."

Her pussy responded to his threat. She was dripping wet. She fought so hard not to cross her legs. With a pounding heart, she dropped down on her knees and opened her mouth. He picked up his vest and tied her hands behind her back.

He roughly shoved his dick inside her mouth, making her gag a little, with a gun pointed to her head. He fucked her mouth, hard and fast then pulled out when he was about to cum. He ditched the gun then reached for the knife and slit his wrist, hardly wincing at the stinging sensation.

Blood dropped on the floor and he brought his hand to her face, making it drop on her face.

"Open."

With hesitation, she slowly opened her mouth, his blood dropping inside her mouth. At first, there was a weird taste in her mouth but when she got used to it, it felt...good, like nothing she had ever tasted. The more she drank it, the more she was soaking wet down there. She could feel her juices trailing down her thighs.

Victor let out a satisfied smirk as he reached for his gun again the shoved it into her mouth.

"Suck it, like you are sucking my cock."

She slowly licked and sucked just like she did to his dick. She was judging herself for enjoying blowing a gun. She imagined it was his dick and she let out a soft moan.

Vic stared at her, surprised. She was enjoying it? That made his dick jerk. He was so hard and all he wanted was to be inside her. She looked so perfect, on her knees, blood all over her face and her hands behind her back. What a fucking goddess! Her enjoying it was just a cherry on top.

He shoved the gun out and threw it on the bed. He made her stand then picked up his knife and cut her clothes off her then told her to get on the bed, ass up in the air. She didn't potest.

He got behind her, stroking his dick. Without warning, he rammed into her, her juices making it easy for him. She winced. He was in too deep but as always, he didn't care. He fucked her hard, his hands grabbing her ass. He grunted softly as his dick disappeared in and out of her tightness.

"Aaah..." Tariro cried out in pain as he fucked her thoroughly. She moved forward trying to get some of his length out but he held the knife on her throat. The blade piercing her skin, drawing out a little blood.

"I dare you to do that again." He warned.

Her coochie clenched around his dick, making him groan softly. He resumed his strokes, drilling into her deep and hard. Her coochie muscles clenched tighter around his dick, the mixture of pain and pleasure bringing her closer to her orgasm. She could feel it building up.

He quickly slid out and she whimpered with want. She needed him to fuck her mercilessly. She wanted his dick back inside her canal. He dropped the knife in front of her then flipped her over and picked the gun up. He rubbed it on her opening before shoving all of it inside.

"Awwww..." she cried out but he didn't care. Tears blurred her vision. She felt so full.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb, wanting her to get used to the gun inside her.

"Mmm" she moaned softly, wanting to at least touch him but her hands were still tied together.

He slowly thrusted her with the gun while she moaned loudly. He pulled the gun out after a while then slammed his hard dick inside. He drilled into her, filling her up with his meat. She started moving her waist, meeting his thrusts halfway, driving him crazy.

"Fuck!" He groaned loudly like a wounded animal as he drilled into her

"Vic.." his name rolled smoothly off her tongue. "Harder.."

He was already fucking her hard but he upped his pace, like she requested.

"Vic...i'm cumming." She screamed

He pointed his gun on her, his finger on the trigger. "You don't fucking cum until i tell you to." He warned as he continued fucking her, his jaw clenched tight.

Tears rolled down her face as she watched his dick disappearing in and out of her. She fought so hard to hold it in but her body just wanted to release.

He pulled the trigger, starling her as she cummed hard around his dick but nothing came out.. the gun was empty. Her whole body shook while heart pounded hard against her chest but somehow it made the whole thing sweeter. She thought he was really going to shoot her.

A deep groan erupted on his throat as he gave her his final strokes, fucking her through her climax.

He shoved his dick further inside, filling her little hole whith his cum. He thrusted into her a few more times, emptying every single drop then collapsed on top of her.

**

Next morning, Tariro pressed her phone going through her facebook. A shared post caught her attention. She curiously clicked on it and her heart nearly stopped beating.

She casted her gaze over at Vic who was just finishing getting dressed.

"You are married??" She blurted out.

Victor stilled, his body tensed. He breathed out then slowly relaxed. "My personal life has nothing to do with you, little one." He took his knife and gun then walked out, leaving her stunned.

Nothing to do with her? After he fucked her the whole night? After shoving his gun into her vagina the whole fucking night he had the nerve to tell her that his personal life had nothing to do with her?

She clicked her tongue angrily then dialed the police.

"Hello. I would like to report a rape case."