Page 94 of Deadly Vows

“You want clothes? Maybe you should fucking earn them,” he growls out.

Suddenly, his fist collides with my stomach, knocking all the air and strength out of me. My legs buckle as I hold my stomach, wheezing. His fingers rip through my hair, lifting my head just as he pulls his cock free, stroking it lightly as he looks down at me.

I flinch, attempting to pull away as he presses his shaft against my face, smearing the thick precum seeping from the bulbous tip over my cheek. He lowers his tip to my lips, but I keep them pursed, giving him my most defiant glare as I deny him what he wants.

He releases my hair, slapping me hard across the face. My jaw aches from the pain, and he roughly grips it, pressing the tip of his cock against my lips as he threatens me.

“Next time, I will break your jaw.”

My whimpers are ignored as he pushes himself past my lips, and I fight the violent wave of nausea that washes over me as I taste him on my tongue. My heart beats wildly in my chest as my adrenaline spikes, and I no longer feel the need to plan my escape as desperation hits.

I bite.

His screams are music to my ears as I gnash his flesh between my teeth. And suddenly, instead of his open hand, he punches me. I blink wildly, attempting to remain conscious as he hunches over in pain. My face is on fire, and my nose is dripping blood like a faucet, but I focus on my task, blindly stumbling to the door as I pull it open, praying that I can escape.

Alexander’s cries follow me into the hallway as I try to find my way to his study. My brain isn’t working properly after he hit me so hard across the face. And even as I stumble through the hallway, I notice that my vision continually blacks out.

“Shit,” I murmur aloud as I realize I may not be able to make it to his study let alone escape.

I continue to groan in pain as I finally find the familiar door that leads to Alexander’s study. I pull desperately on it, my heart falling into my stomach when it doesn’t budge.

“No,” I whisper.

I pull against it violently, shaking it with all the strength I can muster.

“No!” I scream.

I press my head against the door, my trembling becoming more violent with each passing second as I imagine what Alexander’s going to do to me once he catches me. He may very well kill me this time.

“Elise!” I tense, my hands gripping the door even harder when I hear his footsteps. There’s nowhere to run. Even if I made it out the front door, nothing but snow and mountains surround me. Alexander would only have to wait for me to almost freeze to death before dragging me back to inflict more damage.

My breath hitches when I hear his approaching footsteps. They are slow and deliberate, just to frighten me further. He knows what we both know—I have nowhere to run.

His deep chuckle echoes up the hall, and I force myself to pull in a deep breath as I turn to face him, holding my head high with false bravery. Alexander’s smile is wicked.

“I just might fucking kill you,” he growls.

I swallow my nausea, blinking back my tears as I look at him.

“Do it. At least you’ll have my death to comfort you when Luca finds out what you’ve done,” I hiss.

Alexander’s face remains expressionless as he looks at me. Then, he laughs, shaking his head.

“I’m sure it will come as a great comfort.”

I scream as he reaches for me, grabbing my arm. Instead of dragging me away, however, he fiddles with the locks on his study, ignoring my screams as he opens the door, throwing me inside. I hit the ground hard, my wrist screaming in pain as Icatch myself. I turn just in time to see Alexander moving to his desk, dragging out sinister-looking tools.

I recognize some from when Luca threatened me in the Annex after he thwarted my escape attempt. It makes it even more difficult to swallow my dread as I know anything that caught Luca’s eye to use for torture must be painful. Alexander slowly drags his fingers over a pair of pliers, his gaze shifting to mine as he lifts them, slowly approaching.

“Maybe we need to get rid of those teeth first. So that we never have another incident like this, huh?” he asks.

I watch him carefully as he takes his slow steps towards me, remembering why I was trying to enter his study in the first place. I flip over on my knees, scrambling for the shelf, but he grabs my leg, snatching me back just as my fingers brush the bottom of it. I flip over, kicking with all my might, and land a blow hard enough that he releases me.

“Fucking bitch!” he growls as I desperately move to the shelf once again, my fingers brushing under it. My fingers slip over the weapon, but I can’t get a grip as he pulls on my hair. I scream, the pain of the strands slowly ripping from my scalp as I reach for my one chance at escape, motivating me until I finally have it in my grip just as Alexander pulls me to my knees, angling my head back.

“I’m going to enjoy ripping out those pretty little teeth—Hck!” I plunge the blade into the side of his throat, ripping it out within seconds. I know not to leave it at that. Alexander stumbles back, shock on his features as his hands cover the wound. Blood splatters from behind his grip, covering me as I scream, plunging the knife into his chest again and again until he can no longer stand, his legs giving out as he collapses, choking on his own blood.

Alexander’s choking fills the air as I step back, trembling. I hold the knife pointed at him just in case he tries to get up, but he doesn’t. He glares at me with wide eyes, holding his throat.

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