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My entire body wastrembling, because it was him;Dom. He’d found me. Despite all of my hiding, and aliases, and constant moving, he’d fucking found me.
He removed the blindfold once he realised I’d figured it out. He just stood there, staring down at me as I panicked, and fought against the restraints at my wrists and ankles.
“It’s so good to have you back where you belong, Victoria. I’ve waited a long time for this, forus.”
He still looked handsome, if you could ignore the cruel grin on his face. I’d managed to hide from him for more than ten years, although some of that was spent in hospitals, and other facilities, while I tried to recover from what he’d done to me.
He leaned down, so that his face was close enough that I could see every bristle in his lightly stubbled face, the dark look in his blue eyes as he glared down at me, and the blonde hair, which looked like it was now dusted with grey. At nearly forty, he could be attractive, if he didn’t have such hate and cruelty in him.
His fingers approached my face, and I flinched, waiting for pain, but instead he merely chuckled, and stroked through my hair.
“I like it. Still enough hair to grip, but short enough that you could hide it under all those wigs, and other disguises.”
He smoothed his fingers along the scar he’d given me a decade ago; it ran from just below my left eye to my chin. He’d smiled as he’d carved into my skin, declaring that no man would ever want me after him. He’d been right, and I hated him for that, almost as much as I hated him for what he’d done to me before. What I knew he was planning to do again.
He grabbed my chin in a tight grip, smiling at my panicked gasp.
“We have so much catching up to do, Victoria. I dare say you’ll need to spend a lot of time making it up to me. And I think a matching scar is in order. Let’s make sure you can never hide from me again.”
I trembled, as he revealed a knife in his right hand, tracing the cold blade over the scar he’d left last time.
“I do so enjoy symmetry,” he reminded me. Instead of taking the blade to my face, he trailed it down my neck, and over my collarbone. A sting of pain told me he’d just cut me. Then there was another. And another. He was doing what he did before; small cuts, minimal blood loss, but plenty of stinging and pain.
I tried to calm my panicked breaths that were coming so fast, I was feeling light headed already. Tears burned my eyes, before they dripped from the corners onto the pillow beneath my head. I’d promised myself I’d never be in this situation ever again and I’d failed. If I’d only gone to Ryder when he demanded it, I’d be there instead. Safe, or maybe at the mercy of another man, but if it was Ryder, maybe that would have been okay.
He kept trailing the knife over my chest, and my breasts, making tiny cuts, over and over, until my entire chest andstomach were on fire. Every cut burned, as if he’d rubbed salt in them.
He set the knife aside, sliding his fingers over the cuts, smearing blood over me, and then he lifted his fingers to his lips, and licked them. Ugh. I forgot that he does that.
“Hmmm… you still taste delicious, Victoria.”
“Go to hell.”
He threw his head back as he laughed, his hand closing over my throat, squeezing firmly.
“Only if I take you with me, cunt.”
I felt myself starting to lose consciousness as he kept squeezing, his face lowering to mine so he could enjoy my terror. Just as the room started to darken around me, he released my throat, my first painful breaths making me cough and gasp.
“Perfect. You know… I’ve had time to think since you ran from me. I’ve had time to plan, and prepare. Perfecting my skills, and my processes.” He held up a syringe.
“This stuff… now this stuff will knock you out… well, it’ll paralyse your limbs, but you’ll be awake. Aware. You won’t keep fading out on me. You’ll feel every cut, every blow, every thrust of my cock. You’ll be able to scream, and beg, and cry, and I can’t wait to hear you, Victoria. Don’t hold back. I’ve waited a long time to enjoy this.”
He slid the needle into my neck, and I winced, as I felt a strange lethargy flowing through me, more rapidly than I’d imagined possible.
“Yes… it’s good, isn’t it? I have a whole lab full of people willing to work on serums like this. You know, if they want to remain alive and unharmed, and with their loved ones intact.”
A gasping sob tore from my lungs, as I realised that my body wasn’t responding anymore. I tried struggling against the ropes, but my body wouldn’t obey. Tears poured from my eyes at the intensified feeling of helplessness, and despair. I wouldn’t beable to fight him, or escape. I’d have to suffer through every moment of his intended torture on me.
“Please don’t,” I begged, as he began to unbutton his shirt, taking it slow, making sure to draw out the terror. I couldn’t turn my head away, couldn’t escape what he wanted me to see. He had complete control of my body, just like before, only this time I wouldn’t even have the mercy of unconsciousness to protect me.
Ryder
The compound, because that’sexactly what it was, had been fairly well protected. Several of my brothers though, they’re sneaky bastards, ex special forces, great at the stealth attack thing. While those of us as useless as I am sat back and watched, from the shadows of the high walls and tall trees, they took down several of the men, with swift, soundless attacks. Dragging their bodies out of sight. Were they dead?I really couldn’t find it in me to give a flying fuck.
They took my woman, and I was here to take her back, even if she didn’t want me. Even if it turned out that I didn’t want her. I just couldn’t leave her to suffer this again.
Once they’d cleared the side we’d sneaked in through, and we had a clear path to the structure, which clearly wasn’t a house, but more of a damn fortress, we edged our way across the ornate gardens, and to the side entrance of the building.
