Page 26 of Green Lights and Obsession
He gripped her arm and yanked her back. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
“Let go of me.” She turned and attempted to pull her arm from his grip.
Tom only gripped her harder the more she tried to pull away. He slapped her and pushed her to the ground. Her arms jerked to push him away as he climbed on top of her. Her legs were trapped between his, her wrists held back by his.
“Fuck you, Tom! Let me go!” She wiggled beneath him.
He was too big. Stronger than her as he moved from holding her wrists with both hands to only one as he moved to readjust himself to be between her legs.
“No!” She panicked as his hand moved to lift her dress. “I said no, Tom!” She couldn’t help the tears that formed in her eyes.
His hand rose and came down fast on her face. “Shut up! Just let it happen. The sooner we get this over and you get pregnant, the sooner both of our families are off our backs.”
“I said no,” it came out as a whimper as he unbuckled and lowered his pants. “This is rape.” She shook her head.
“Nobody will believe you.” He jerked her panties to the side and adjusted himself to force his way inside of her.
She opened her mouth to scream and he covered it with his hand. She was helpless beneath him. Hands pinned above her head. Her face started to hurt from where he squeezed it to cover her mouth. Anything to stop the screams.
A knock came on the other side of the door just as he began to move inside of her. “Daisy, can I get your help with something?” Jordan’s voice rose from the other side.
Daisy’s eyes grew. If she could get his hand away from her mouth, she could scream for help. Tom glared down at her and only tightened his grip as he moved partially out and back in. He shook his head.
“We’ll be out in a minute.” His voice came out softer than it should. As if everything were right in the world. As if he weren’t raping his wife.
Daisy attempted to lift one leg, but it only made him go in deeper. Tom groaned in appreciation. His eyes closed and hands loosened in reflex. She took the opportunity to twist her head to the side and scream. It was the last thing she did before his fist came down to her face and everything went black.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JAY
Letting her leave the next morning was hard. It only served as a reminder that she wasn’t completely his yet. It would only grow more difficult to let her walk away. Maybe if he were a good guy, he would let her go completely. If he were a great guy, he’d find a way to help her escape her situation and leave them all behind.
For all the dark things he knew about her family and her husband, it was nothing compared to the situations he’d found himself in over the last couple of years. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. She would learn soon enough.
The next day, Nick had given him a list of names. The ones responsible for the mark on Daisy’s arm. Part of him wanted to thank them for getting rid of something he planned to take out of her himself, but nobody but him was allowed to bring her pain and she hadn’t earned it this time.
He started with one of the uncles that had helped hold her back. One of the ones responsible for not letting her push away the one who did the act. It wasn’t hard to sneak into his high-rise apartment.
Jay took his time as the man slept alone, covering his mouth with tape and tying his arms back. He couldn’t wait to see his eyes grow with the realization that he would be stuck and unable to call for help himself.
He dug the knife deep into the man’s arm. The man awoke with a scream, muffled by the tape. Pathetic. It wasn’t enough. The man cursed and flinched as Jay watched the blood run down his arm. How could he know if it was enough pain? So he pressed the tip of the blade into the cut and twisted it.
“I should say thank you.” Jay smirked beneath the dark mask covering his face. Not that Daisy’s uncle would know what he was talking about.
He considered having a few people help him. He could have all the men responsible for the pain they caused Daisy in their own form of torture at the same time, but this was personal. Jay wanted to do this himself.
The next couple of hours were entertaining. Word must have spread in their family that something was happening, because the fear was evident as Jay twisted the knife in their arms. It was early in the morning that he noticed the fear was gone. Perhaps it was just this man that didn’t get the message. It was also the man who did the cutting, so he needed to feel it more.
After Jay dug the knife into the man’s arm. He realized it wasn’t as sharp as it had been at the start of the night. It was duller, and this was just the man who needed to feel the pain. So, he reached down over the man’s briefs and cut through both the cloth and skin until white turned red and his dick lay unattached to his body.
Jay was finally satisfied, for now. The man’s muffled screams were soon left behind, like a memory that wasn’t his own. It didn’t matter if the man lived or died; he could bleed to death for all Jay cared. He went on his way, carefully cleaning his knife and making a mental note to sharpen it before returning it to his chest of tricks.
Later that afternoon, a knock on the door came from someone he wasn’t expecting. It was nothing compared to the words out of his friend’s mouth.
“Daisy’s been hurt.” Nick forced his way inside Jay’s house. “Her family says she’ll be fine. They’re telling everyone she took a tumble down the stairs. We both know it’s a lie. Her parents haven’t left Jordan alone either. She knows what happened.”
Red. All he could see was fucking red.
