Twenty

 Torment takes another toll. 

Sienna’s POV. 

Ever since I did what Dominic requested from me, I can't help but feel relieved. I already made it pretty clear that I wasn't going to partake in his threats any longer. Although, it would be nice to start gathering some things about him in order to protect myself from whatever curve ball he intends to throw. I know he will. He is a parasite that keeps feeding off people and I'm not going to let myself be blackmailed and dragged around like a pawn. 

As I made my declaration to protect what's left of my life, a message popped up from my laptop screen. It was my nudes.

Again. 

My mind went to Dominic instantly because I know he is the only person capable of doing something like this. 

“Dominic, I already told you. I am done with all your demands! I won't be your pawn in your little game. Go find someone else to play around.”

I fired up a text message as a response to his threat. My eyes almost teared up as I was tired of everything. 

The reply I got made me realize immediately that it wasn't Dominic at all. Dominic would have used some joke about how he slept with me and I slept with his brother the same night to mess with my brain. This message was too direct and it made me scared.  

This meant that the person that was partaking in this wants something just as much as Dominic wanted and now, instead of trying to remove myself from the bondage of Dominic and Dominic alone, I'm now a slave with two brutal masters with hectic needs that must be met to their demands perfectly. 

I crumbled down in my room and cried hard. I wanted to scream but my scream was concealed from the world to avoid me spilling the truth; spilling the mess I created for myself. It's always best to listen to your best friend because if I had listened to her, I wouldn't have never been in this fiasco. 

And now, the only thing that's left is to face the consequences of my actions or else, I become a menace to society. 

The response of the text said I should meet up in a factory near the docks. Whenever meetings are called in this location, all one can do is be scared. 

But now is not the time for that. My life and my reputation was at stake. Yes, I would probably get kidnapped or worse but I would go out with all trackable devices to ensure that my body is at least found in case anything happens to me. 

As I reached the location, I looked out for escape routes and perfect hiding spots. In case cars come in, I would have no other option but to hide and wait for them to leave so I can escape.

But instead, a man came out of the shadows and emerged. It was more scary than having a bunch of cars surrounding me. I tried moving back but something in me yielded. 

My body betrayed me and it felt like this man approaching me is nothing but one who I've had an encounter with in the past. As he removed his cap from his head, it became known to me that it was the other man I had sex with in the club. 

His hips moved the same way they moved in bed as I'm very certain that my vivid mental images would never betray me. I snapped my mind of that thought and brought myself to reality. This same man that stood in front of me, harmless, was the same man that blackmailed me. 

Moving very close to me would make my knees drop. So instead, I stopped him with my hand. 

“I think that's enough distance for a conversation.”

At first, he obeyed and it seemed to be the only thing I cherished about him; his ability to obey instructions and not be all dominant — until he showed what he truly was. 

He continued to move closer to me, paying deaf ears to my demands. 

“You're not in the mood to make demands here, sweetheart. This isn't a negotiation.” 

I became engaged not because he disobeyed me but because of how attractive he was up close. For a second, I remembered why I had sex with him and if I was being honest with myself, I would do it again. But right now, my life was on the line and that needed to be addressed.  

“I can't believe you also took images of me in an intimate moment.” I was disappointed in him and it made me feel like there was no dignity in men any longer. My husband is totally unpredictable, his brother is insufferable, my own father sold me off to marriage to protect himself and I don't even know what the new one has in store for me. 

“I'm going to cut to the chase here. I'm sure you've been through enough trauma as it is. Leave Julian or else I'm going to release your pictures to the internet, let him know about our one night stand before your marriage and not to talk of the possibility of me being the father of your unborn daughter.”

A flood of emotions burst through my mind like a dam being destroyed. My mind couldn't even comprehend what was going on. I held my stomach trying to pet my baby into happiness and not the rage and sadness I was overwhelmed with. This took on another turn. I always thought the enemy was Dominic until I met him. With him laying down all these things in detail, it feels like I have been watched in the shadows conscious and unconscious. How could I shake this feeling and how was I going to go on with my life and act as if everything is safe when everything wasn't even close to an oasis I hoped to bring my baby into.

Out of all these, there is a question to be asked here and I wasn't going to miss my chance. 

“Who are you?” I asked him.