Page 68 of Pretty Little Fears

Mythoughts are interrupted when he speaks again, crushing all hopes that just grew. “Iwould've had such fun with them too.Truly, such a sad case.”Hedidn't feel bad for me.Hesympathized with the fact he wouldn’t be able to haveasmuch fun becauseIwas his only toy and didn’t come with any accessories.

Myalready splintering heart cracks a little more.Ittakes me a minute to process what he just said.Myeyes widen and beforeIspit out, “Youare absolutely disgusting.”

Hechuckles and narrows his eyes at me. “Youhave no idea, baby girl.Iwouldn’t have minded purchasing you, already impregnated.Lesswork for me.ButIcan always do the job myself.”Hislips spread into a sinister grin.

Bileinstantly fills my mouth once more andIcan’t keep it down this time.Itry to lean over and vomit off of the bed but my wrists limit my movements, causing some to land on the bed and myself. “Youdisgusting girl.”Hespits out through gritted teeth.

Heshoves his hand in his pants pocket.Pullingan object out, and quickly pressing it to my throat.Thesharpness of the blade is a familiar one.Mymind quickly wanders to the night of theHalloweenparty, whenBlackwoodseemed exciting.WhenEmmettwas the one pressing a knife to my throat, awakening parts of me that were stuck in a deep slumber.Lorenzoholding the knife makes me wish he would glide it across my neck and end this nightmare for me, but of course, that’d be too easy and would mean less fun for him.

“Ishould let you sit in your filth a little while longer, butI’lllet you prove to me what a good little whore you can be.You’llclean it up.”Hecomments as he takes the knife and slices down what’s left of my shirt, leaving me bare to his devilish gaze.

Iwince, shutting my eyes at the proximity of the blade.Mychest rises and falls asItry to breathe through my spiking anxiety.Ilean back until my spine hits the headboard and there’s nowhere else for me to hide.

Hehums, placing his hand at the top of my torso.Goosebumpslitter my skin, disgusted by his touch as he glides his fingers down between my breasts, pausing when his hand lands over my stomach.

Bitsof vomit cling toLorenzo’shand and he shakes his head.Bringinghis hand to my mouth, he smears the bile across my lips, the smell infiltrating my nose and threatening to trigger more.Igag but force myself to swallow it down.Lorenzochuckles and anger pulses through my veins.Myrage radiates off of my face, the inner heat making beads of sweat form on my hairline.

Heleans in close and opens his mouth to say something.Icut him off when he’s inches away from my face and spit at him.Theresidue of my vomit lands on his face and he already looks more attractive.Ibegin to thrash and buck my body, bringing my legs up in a weak attempt to get him away from me.

Lorenzobacks up from the bed and drags the back of his hand down his face, cleaning the vomit off of him. “Ididn’t want to immobilize you completely, pet.ButIwill, should you choose to keep up this troublesome behavior.”Hecalmly remarks.Hiscalm is almost scarier than when he acted out his anger.

Iyank the cuffs around my wrists, making new indents along with the others on the post, but it does nothing to help my situation.Lorenzowalks over to the nightstand on the left side of the bed and opens the top drawer.Istrain my neck, trying to look past the post to see what he's doing.Pullingout more cuffs, he slams the drawer closed and strides over to my feet.

He’smaking good on his word.Fuck.Ibegin to kick more and this time,Iadd my screams.

“Someonefucking help me!Helpme, please!Myname isBlairStirling, help me!”Ishout, my raspy voice filling the room.

Lorenzolaughs heartily and shakes his head. “Stupidbitch.Noone can hear you.We’remiles away from civilization.You.Are.Mine.”

Hegrips my left ankle and begins to hook the cuff around it.Imanage a kick to his chest, it does nothing to waiver his strong build.Ikick again, this time with my free leg, missing his head by a fucking hair.Oncethe cuff is secured around the post, he moves to my other leg and begins the same process.

Tearsform in my eyes butIblink them back.Hewill not break me.Iam not his.Ido not belong to him.Emmett’svoice pops into my head andIhear him calling me his.Myheart swells, then shatters with the thought of never being able to hear his voice again.

Iadmit defeat for now.I’mterrified ofLorenzoand what he has planned for me.Panicovertakes my body.It’sbecoming hard to breathe and my teeth are buzzing.Myhead begins to spin andIfeel lightheaded.

Lorenzoplaces his calloused hand on my neck and gives it a rough squeeze.Hebends down so his mouth is in line with my ear and whispers, “I’llbe back later and then the real fun will begin.”

Slidinghis hand down to my breast, he lingers there for a moment.Icringe at his touch, unable to hide the desperationIhave for him to leave the room.Hetakes my nipple between his fingers and pinches.Hecontinues to squeeze harder and harder untilIyelp out in distress.Hechuckles as he glides his hand down my body, then slips his hand under my shorts, cupping my pussy.Hegroans and grabs his cock with his free hand.IthinkI'mgoing to be sick again.

Helooks down at me with a sinister smile and licks his lips.Pullinghis hand out from my pants, he turns on his heels and struts out the door, slamming it behind him.Ihear the faint click of a lock and my heart drops to my stomach.

Atear escapes, the fear for the arrival of “later” leaves me with no hope of getting out of here.Ilay my head back and close my eyes.Thesmell of vomit finally registers as my body's defenses come down now that the danger has left.Moretears begin to fall andIlose control of them.Ino longer have the strength to hold them back.

ThoughtsofEmmettflood my brain.Iimagine his reaction to him finding out we were pregnant.Wouldhe have been happy?Doeshe even want a family?Iknow he talked about getting me pregnant but was that because he wanted kids or to keep me tied to him forever?Theunknowns fill my head and leave me with more heartache, the only certainty beingI’llnever get the answersI’mlooking for.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

EMMETT

Myeyes batopen and immediatelyInotice two things.

1.Myhead hurts like a fucking bitch.

2.I'min a basement.

Where?Well,I’dlike to fucking know, too.

Myeyes strain, adjusting to the darkness of the room.Besidesthe faint glow from a flashing bulb hanging from the ceiling, the room is plunged in darkness and covered in shadows.Iattempt to stand when my arm is yanked back.

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