~Javi’s Point of View~
I gave up trying to convince Rae to blow off her stupid hair appointment. It was a Friday but given what was going on nobody expected us to go to work. I had on a dress shirt and some actual dress pants. I looked down at myself and just had to shake my head.
Married, I was getting fucking married.
Had someone said this to me a year ago, I would have laughed my ass off. But Rae is just so … so incredible, so amazing and I definitely don’t deserve her, so shouldn’t I hurry up and do this before she changes her mind?
I couldn’t shake this feeling that if she knew what I really was, if she knew … about my monster, she’d run.
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~Rae’s Point of View~I woke up feeling like I had a bad hangover, my head was pounding. I looked around to see ... wait what?Where the hell was I?I sat up and hobbled to the window.The outside was moving through the window, over water...A boat … oh, I’m on a boat. I sat back down on the bed and relaxed ... for a millisecond.Wait, what?? I’m on a boat?! I shot right up off the bed. I tried to focus and it hit me.I was standing at the salon and people grabbed me off the sidewalk.
We rode in silence for well over three hours before coming to a castle/mansion I wasn’t even sure what to call it. It was probably older than my country and just as heavily guarded.I had fallen asleep on and off and I wasn't sure I could handle any more surprises. It was going to be tough to get out of this place, and even if I did, we were miles from anywhere. I only had on sandals. I was certainly in no condition for running … as if I stood a chance.We pulled up in front of the main door and someone opened my car door. That same man waved his hand to follow him and he led me inside. There were military like men every twenty feet or so all around. If this were Colombia I would think it was a drug lord’s house, heavy military presence for security and ridiculously extravagant.
Over the next few weeks, I was waxed from head to toe. The maid instructed me to put lotion on myself several times a day. I was put on a strict diet with a lot of fruit, which I didn't actually mind. My hair was softened and cut a bit which kind of pissed me off.A doctor “investigated” me to make sure I didn’t have a birth control implant. That part, didn't go over too well. They had to tie me down since I put up quite a fight.In between all of my "prepping" I was also having fittings for my wedding dress.I tried to speak with some of the servants to get information, but the language barrier was an issue.Dr. Karlsson came and tried to speak to me again, multiple times, but I told him to go fuck h
A maid returned and I put my small bag in a slightly larger one that had a change of clothes and a pair of flat shoes. I eagerly met her at the door, so she wouldn’t come in and see the broken mirror. She seemed in a hurry so she didn’t care about anything I was doing.This place was so damn big, we walked for nearly ten minutes across the house and upstairs before finally coming to a door.My heart was racing and it was about to pop out of my chest. I was grateful no men saw me walking around dressed like this, but maybe they were all ordered to stay away.She pushed the door right open and no one was in there. I went in, clutching the robe around me, and feeling very naked.I sat my bag down on a dresser and sat in a chair, careful of the
He began to play with my panties using his tongue, but he brought his hands back up to my chest grabbing me hard. I just laid stiff wondering if I really had the balls to do this. I couldn’t allow any room for doubt, I couldn’t psych myself out.One thing was certain, I wasn't letting this man rape me, I would die first. That only meant one thing, I had to do this.I was so lost in my thoughts I pretty much separated myself from what he was doing. My hands were now up under the pillows clutching the shards, and he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention. I needed to get his throat back up near my face, but he seemed content where he was down below.He started moaning and kissing over the outside of my panties. I took a deep breath and sharply kneed his face, trying to close my legs tog
I ran to a mirror on the wall and saw my face pretty worked over, and lips were bloody. I immediately held my burning stomach, realizing I shouldn’t have gotten up so quickly.My shirt was ripped in several places and I had numerous cuts. It had to have been Hashem.Whoever it was must’ve kicked me real good, likely had some broken ribs. I looked around for my bag … nowhere to be found.I stuck my shard sock back in my pants.I heard yelling then POP POP POP POP!Gunfire?Fuck!I ran to the window, and I was still on the first floor thankfully. The window didn’t have any obvious locks but ye
My eyes opened to a flashing light, and I was moving.I was running … no I wasn’t the one running.I felt like I was on fire, I felt like I must be dead.Voices, voices everywhere.Was I dreaming, was I dead?I was being carried, that’s who was running.I just saw lights flashing by, someone breathing heavy and the pain.Ohh, there’s the pain.“I got her, I got her!”English?Who was this?More voic
Just when I was about to ask what all was going on and where Marcus had been the last few hours, I heard a door close and he walked in.“Ian and Luke are solid,” he said beaming.“Fuck, that’s great, really great,” Javi said.He turned to me, “we can’t all leave at the same time, it would draw too much attention. We’re the last three, now we just need a plan for us to get out.”"Honestly, I still think my plan is a good idea, it’s just a matter of getting someone with some money, that travels, where it won’t arouse suspicion that they are here,” Marcus said.“What’s your idea,” I said.