DAMIAN
My footsteps echo off the black granite floor polished to a high shine. The cream-colored Venetian plaster walls provide a subtle contrast, while the dark wood trim adds depth and warmth - a far cry from the state of my heart which has now gotten colder than the ice in Antarctica. I continue through the foyer, my footsteps quiet and in sync with the beat of my heart, descending to the basement where the latest captive is being held. I feel like I'm at a crossroads. Waiting. The outcome of the next few hours will determine my final decisions; if I return to my duties or if I continue to hunt. One thing is for sure; I will never rest until I feel peace within me. Else, I don't mind reducing this world to ashes for her. I would go on and on until my feet give out beneath me and my bones find their way out of my skin in exhaustion. I stop right outside the door where sounds of muffled screams meet my ears. I turn my head this way and that to get rid of the kinks in my shoulders before I place my hands on the heavy doors and shove hard. I step into the room and immediately, my eyes lock onto the captive woman. Her brunette hair is dishevelled, framing her heart-shaped face. Her slender nose and mouth shaped like a bow tremble with rage. An angry-looking, purple bruise mars the left side of her cheek. Her clothes are ruffled with the first few buttons missing, exposing a hint of delicate blue lace. She must have given my men a tough time. Such a vicious lady. The type I love to see come apart under my torture. Green eyes blaze with defiance as her gaze meets mine. My chest burns hot with impatience to douse the fire in there and crush her spirit. The same way Stellëza was ruined. Images of how someone with so much vibrance coiled into her shell until she became a shadow chooses now haunt my soul. I push the image to the back of my mind. “Remove the tape,” I order to the man standing to her right. He complies, ripping off the duct tape ignoring her pained groan. The moment she spits out the gag, her eyes flash with a murderous rage. She struggles against the cuffs keeping her hands bound behind her. She gives up with an exasperated scream. “Let me go, you demented psycho!” She yells followed by a slew of sailor curses and a series of threats tumbling out which end with, “Wait until Theodore gets a hold of you! My family will destroy you!” The corner of my lips curl upwards in a smug smirk. I'm amused by how someone so small holds such a volcanic explosion within. “The game hasn't even begun. Your husband would feel your pain in hell by the time we're done playing.” Hands deep in my pocket, I stroll toward her with the deliberate pace of a predator. Her anger rolls off her in massive waves but I remain calm. “Do you know Nicolo?” My voice is even as I ask. She aims her gaze anywhere else that isn't my face and I know right then that she's avoiding the question. “I do not owe you anything until you release me.” Daring little thing, I muse as I grasp her chin with my fingers wrapping firmly around it. She struggles against my grip, but her efforts are feeble against it. I drag her face towards mine even though that doesn't deter her from looking somewhere else. “Where is Kyle then?” I repeat, my voice dropping to a chilling quiet. Pain slashes across her features as her eyes meet mine. They're burning with rigid stubbornness and more anger. “You're wasting your time.” “Perhaps,” I chuckle darkly. “But I have plenty to spare.” She glares so hard that I can see through her eyes how badly she wants to mark my face with daggers. “You're just a coward hiding behind your goons. Shameless, cowardly piece of trash!” She fires. Her entire body vibrates from the weight of anger coursing through her. I close my eyes when her spittle lands on my cheek. I give her a smile to show how unfazed I am. “And you're just a pawn, trying to protect a monster.” Her eyes flash and she pushes on her feet in a pathetic attempt at freeing herself from the chair. Once again, she is unsuccessful. “Kyle is not a monster, you are! He's ten times the human than you will ever be.” She retorts. That statement sparks a round of laughter between my men and I. My shoulders shake in amusement. Like I promised, I have all day. “Darlin’, I never said I was human, did I?” Her expression cracks for a brief moment when she tries to decipher my words. She recovers quickly with fresh venom in her words. “Take me back from where you picked me right this instant!” I take a step closer and lower my head so that our faces are within inches of each other. “Last chance,” I warn, “Where is your husband, Kyle?” She gives a lopsided grin. Suddenly, she spits into my eyes. Momentarily, I am blinded by her actions. It all happens so fast. Just as I open my eyes, a fierce cry leaves her lips. She rears her head back and slams it forward with her forehead crashing into mine. The impact jars my skull. Bone crunches and pain explodes around my head. Her headbutt is vicious. I can tell it was aimed at breaking my nose. “Fuck!” I grind out, shaking my head to clear my vision and ease the pain. My fingers fly to my nose to check for crimson flowing. Nothing. I glare at her, inches away from wrapping my fingers around her thin neck and wringing it till it snaps. One of my men lands a punch on her cheek before I give out orders. She yelps out in pain and before I know it, I put a bullet in his head. He drops dead. She looks up at me with a sprinkling of blood on the side of her face. I catch the movement of her tongue as it pokes the inside of her mouth, pressing against the injury. Then, like the roles have been reversed she curls her lips up in a devilish grin while my initial smile is turned upside down. But that's a facade. The sight of fear is unmistakable as she looks at me. My vision blurs again yet I go close to her and force a hold on her chin, refusing to be gentle and give her the delusion that I am relinquishing control. This is my zone. I see the bruise beginning to form on her forehead even as she smirks at me. “You're… quite… fierce.” I manage in a strained voice. She struggles with a firm kick on my shin. My hold tightens so hard that she winces. “Don't bother,” I advise. “You're never getting out of here.” Her chest heaves. Her breasts rise and fall. That stubborn resoluteness remains on that face. “And you can never break me, I promise you! I will never tell you anything!” “In that case,” I pull away from her as I straighten my spine. “Let's see what my men have to say about that. I'll know if you'll remain tight-lipped after my men take their turns easing themselves.” Panic rises in those defiant green eyes but it's too late. She had her chance and she blew it. “Ti çmend i shqerrë!” She curses in Albanian. I walk out of the room with a wicked smile on my bruised face. Call me a crazy motherfucker all you want, I'll get back my pound of flesh.LILIANA The moment the sadist exits, his goons fall in line, gagging and confining me. I'm left alone with the haunting presence of the corpse. My mind begins to conjure gruesome images which amplifies my fear. Being locked in with a corpse isn't something I have gone through like I do a walk in the park. Seconds bleed into minutes and hours until I hear the door creak open once more. The men walk in and my restraints are removed. Simultaneously, my heart leaps into my throat when their boss's threats come back to haunt me. He would be in for a surprise if he thought I'd let these men have sex with me without one of them losing an organ at least. Again, my eyes flit over to where the dead man lies with a hole in his head and blood that forms a halo around his head. A shiver racks through my spine and I tear my gaze away. How did I end up in the lair of such a dangerous man? If he could kill one of his own without remorse, there is no telling what he could do to me.
DAMIAN The walk to my bedroom takes longer than usual and the rising need to get away from that she-devil comes faster than my erections at the sight of a willing woman chained to my bed. This one threatens to consume me. How can such a small woman make me lose my cool, twice in barely twenty-four hours? I muse to myself while the image of her face pops up. If I don't hear from her husband, I'd have to order her death. No one is to be spared if I don't catch the real culprits. Stellëza would be looking down at me with an upturned nose and her pouty lips curled downward in disapproval but what do I care? They touched what was mine first. I produce my phone to bark orders at my men who are still on the lookout for the rest of those killers. Their response is in the negative and it only manages to make me see more red than I have ever seen. I nearly punch a hole into my bedroom door as soon as I approach but the urge simmers down when a familiar sultry voice calls my name. W
LILIANA As I sit bound to this chair, the last person I expect to see walks in - a petite girl with a ragged doll clutched in her fingers. On her frail form is a flower-patterned dress made out of cotton which almost succeed in making her look harmless.She has a head filled with dreadlocks which blend with her caramel skin. Yet, she looks… deranged? No, unstable is the word.One of the men quickly bring a chair which they place in front of me. She mutters something to their hearing and they nod. Lowering herself to the seat, she says, “I need to go back to bed.” Her voice is barely audible. Her head, bowed. “You only have a few minutes to answer my question.” Laughter bubbles out of my throat before I think twice about it. I toss an incredulous look at the burly men situated in the corners of the room.“You all are so pathetic for dragging a little girl into your sick mess. Your boss ran away with his tail for a dick between his legs and presented me with this?” I scoff.“What n
Chapter 8LILIANAThe men go to work untying my hands and feet while shoving me this way and that without regard for the condition of my battered body. As for my face, I am certain that if I accidentally stepped into the set for “The Nun”, I would get the lead role without even trying. A soothsayer didn't need to tell me how sunken my eyeballs had become and how disgusting I looked. From pauper to palace and now to prison. A sudden fall from a place of position.“Move!” I'm shoved from behind and that is when I notice my hand and feet have been released. The door opens. When I rise to my feet I nearly teeter and fall back, save for the hand that gives me a gentle nudge forward. I grit my teeth but bite back my disgust. In silence, I'm guided out of the dingy cell into a dark and grim corridor. I keep my gaze fixed on the dirty floor. The tranquility is broken all of a sudden as labored grunts pierce the air. I look up to see a huge man, twice the size of his handlers, being for
DAMIAN “What the hell are you trying to do?” I yell at the woman whose eyes are well rounded into saucers, fear etching onto the soft lines of her features. “I–” she stammers. Alice stumbles out of the bathroom with a towel in hand, her eyes darting around quickly for something. When they land on the figure on the bed, she closes her eyes with a weary exhale. I glance towards the men. “Who gave orders to have her brought up here? Don't keep me waiting. You only have about two seconds to spit the truth. One…” No one says a thing. My gaze sweeps to Liliana. “Two…” I dip my hand into the band of my trousers to retrieve my gun and point towards her, reveling in the dread I see on her face. “My fingers are trigger happy and I don't think any of you would like to be at the end of this baby.” “You will do no such thing, Kristoffor.” Alice shrieks with an inscrutable glance at Liliana. “Lower the gun down, will ya? Scaring the printsessa half to death.” “Is anyone going to an
LILIANA If glares were lasers, they'd be burning holes through this man's arrogant head. His haughty stare as he shackles me to the window like a captive animal works to fuel my anger. My jaw locks hard with efforts to contain how much I want to bruise the stupid smirk off his face again. So what if he's not wrong about the escape part?I'm frustrated.No, deeply distressed would be the word. The amount of disrespect I have tolerated from these people has gone beyond my tolerance level.For hours, I have been left in the dark about my alleged crime; the reason I got kidnapped in the first place. I'm being held without explanation and the only question posed concerns Kyle's whereabouts. I have even started to doubt the transparency between my late husband and me.A fleeting thought creeps in, searing itself in the back of my head that I might just be a mere pawn in the greater scheme of things.I shake my head in denial. My captor is a liar as much as he's a terrible person. Kyl
DAMIANI stand rigid, leaning heavily against the toilet sink. My fingers grip the cool porcelain like it is my last lifeline. I don't dare to raise my eyes to the mirror because I am scared of the truth it would reveal: An unworthy accomplice. A man who deserves death in her stead.“Memories of you overwhelm me.” I croak through the emotions that gather thick in my chest. “Reliving your laughter, our careless whispers, and plans for the future…”Now forever silenced. My fingers tighten impossibly against the sink. Regret and remorse find their way along the lines of my hardened features. It crinkles the scar on my face. Slowly, I release the sink and raise my hands to my view. These same hands pulled the trigger which ended her life.Self loathing bubbles fast within me. I'd taken lives before. Without hesitation even and not once did I feel a sliver of sympathy for my actions. The people I killed were deserving of it. This… this was different in so many ways. She was my rede
LILIANAI don't know how long I've been running for but I force myself to push further despite the protests from my burning lungs.I propel my body forward with my toes as a spring. The fear of being caught and bound again keeps me going. Overhead, storm clouds start to form, black and thick with impending rain. My feet burn from exhaustion and my lungs have constricted so much that I fear I'm running on very little air. It won't be long before I pass out on the tarred walkway. What a convenient way to present myself before my captor. On a golden fucking platter!I stumble forward with a hollow gasp for air. My parched throat is burning. As if in respite for my plight, the floodgates of rain open and it begins to pour in torrents. I open my mouth heavenward to let in some of the cool liquid. The downpour soothes my sweaty skin and revives me, quenching my thirst.Just like that, my zeal for escape is renewed and I forge ahead.With each drop, the sweatshirt and pants meld itself t
LILIANAThe journal feels heavy as it sits in my palms. Not because it is thick or leather-bound or anything grand. It’s just heavy…filled with my sister’s wordings–Well, I don’t know that for sure until I open it and that’s what I’m scared of. I stare at it intently and it’s almost like I can hear it whispering at me to open it and face what I’ve been running away since I returned to this cursed house.Rachel watches me from the corner of her eye, not saying a word until I sigh. “You should come with me. I don’t think you want to be in here as much as I do.” Her eyes are filled with untold tales. “Let’s go to your room. You don’t want to be seen like tis in the hallway.”I nod, then rise to follow her stiffly, following her down the corridor like a ghost. My limbs are moving, but my mind’s reeling. Even my heart isn’t beating right. Once we’re inside my quarters, I drop the journal on the bed and start grabbing my things. “Liliana.” Rachel approaches me gently. “What did he tell
DAMIANHer eyes widen in caution as I approach her. Like she’s scared of me, or maybe scared I’d hurt her even when I’m certain she knows I can’t. She doesn’t really know the power she holds over me, does she?I should say I am disappointed but how can I when I can’t even tell her how I really feel about her? That’s just hypocrisy. Behind her is Stelleza’s wardrobe full of her things which I stowed away in her memory. “I couldn’t throw her things out, neither could I burn them.” I remember the exact angle where I kept the journal hidden. Since this is her blood sister we’re talking about, then perhaps she has a right to know what it entails and the truth about how she died.Reaching further into the back, my fingertips graze a hard leather. Bringing it out, I flip the leather-bound journal and hand it to her. She gazes down at the book, not taking it yet. “What is this?”“She wrote this,” I murmur, recalling the dark words that birthed my rage. “She wrote every word on every page b
LILIANAIt’s supposed to be Stelleza…but this woman bearing such a dazzling smile…My heart stutters but I can’t bring myself to drag my eyes away from the horrifying revelation staring back at me. It’s been thirteen years since the last time I saw her. Thirteen whole years of fumbling in the dark, left alone to navigate the maze that is life. She shielded it from me for so long until she couldn’t handle it anymore.“L–lajla…Lajla…” I whisper unable to believe the sight before me. She looks the same…except for her forest green eyes, now dulled from being immortalized in a photo frame. It’s an understatement to the real sparkle when you look at her in real life. And her smile, now frozen in time, is just like I remember it. But brighter. Better.“Forgive me, Lajla.” The first drops slide down my cheeks. “I failed you over and over.” I sniffle, trying my best to hold back the dam from bursting forth. “I did what you asked and went an extra mile pleasing the wrong people.”I crumble fr
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LILIANAThe words strike right in the middle of my chest like lightning hitting a spot twice. It just doubles the ache I’ve been feeling since I woke up. Could it be any worse?I’m certain I’ve heard this from the man himself. As though fate is playing a cruel joke on me, his words echo in my ears again.‘I killed her.’ ‘I pulled the trigger that killed her.’Is that why he wanted me to stay away from him? Oh, Liliana, how much of an idiot can you be? The signs have been staring at me naked. I ignored the way I did Kyle’s red flags until he landed me in worse trouble. Is this just the universe’s way of teaching people like me lessons?“You look pale. Maybe you should just go back and wait…?”“No. No, I’m fine.” I don’t know if I’m ready to hear more of what she has to say, yet I tell her– “Go on.”She nods, casts a nervous glance around and then looks at the door. “I don’t know what he hides in there that he’s refused to let anyone in. The only person who managed to see in here by m
LILIANARachel is waiting by the door by the time the car pulls up inside the fancy prison I familiarized myself with as home. Not anymore. Maybe soon, this nightmare would be over and I’ll get over him. “You’re back early?”I manage a fake smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Don’t tell me you miss me. I’ve barely been gone for a week.”She reaches to take my bags and I pull away before she can touch it. There’s no need to fool anyone with exaltations when we are both alike in more ways than we think. She’s a slave here even though she’s willing. I’m the captive. Still sounds the same to me. Yet, why do I need all of this special attention? It’s just bullshit around here.Speaking of captives, I stop and turn to Rachel. “Did Melanie stop by at the house today?”She pauses to think, then shakes her head. “That was last night. I told her you were on a trip and she made me spill the location. I don’t know why she needed that information anyway.” After another long pause, she gasps
Buckle up people, this is going to be a long ass read but I guess we've seen this coming.LILIANAMelanie?I look at Damian for help, wondering why in the hell she is standing on the property of his private island. Wait–how does she know where we are? Damian looks as shocked as I am as well. So we’re going to say he’s not aware of her arrival? I don’t believe whatever facade he’s wearing on his face now. It’s hard to believe he doesn’t know about this and something within me breaks. I’m not sure what that is.“Well, well, well,” she starts in a demeaning tone reeking of spite, “if it’s not the captive and her captor enjoying a week out of town so they can spend time alone. How romantic!”Damian looks like he’s fed up of her nonsense. “What are you doing here, Mel?”“That’s not such a nice thing to say to someone who you once called better suited for your cock. Now that’s not very nice, is it? I should be the one asking the questions here, not you baby boy. What are you doing here?” Sh
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LILIANAThe water ripples as he sinks in behind me, large body settling under the surface with practised ease. His legs open and he guides me between them, pulling me back against his chest. His arms come around me.I melt right into him with a greedy inhale of him.We sit like that for a while with the water lapping around us and his fingers massaging my scalp. Then, they stop and disappear into the water. Before I get the chance to protest, his fingers lightly begin tracing patterns on my stomach. His chin rests on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything stills. Until his hands drift lower. And lower.“You’re insatiable,” I whisper, smiling. I already know how this is going to end.“And you,” he says as he grazes my ear with his mouth, “are impossible to resist.”He shifts me, wrapping his hands around my waist to turn me so I can straddle his lap. The second our eyes lock, the air becomes charged with sexual tension. His hands are hot on my thighs. I rest my hands on his should