All Chapters of Intercepted: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Soon Zakariah returned back to his apartment. He was exceptionally silent, he didn't talk to anyone and the guards who knew him could tell that it was the silence before a storm.At his apartment, he saw her belonging scattered here n there. He opened his wardrobe, which belonged more to her rather than him. All he could see was her clothes.He collected all of them...all her clothes and other belongings on the floor and set them on fire.He thought by doing so, maybe his rage will settle down abit. But it only got fuelled more.He smashed everything his hands could get hold of.By evening, his whole apartment was in ruins.He remembers quite distinctly, he had never felt such rage and anger before, for anyone, least of all his kitten. She had betrayed him in the worst possible way.'I am glad, you were successful in running away Sarah, had you been still here after that. I would have killed you very painfully and slowly ', he was still furious, despite venting his anger out on diff

It was early morning when he nudged to wake her up. She slowly opened her eyes and fell into despair, when she saw him standing near the bed's edge and glaring at her.She recalled the last night and his brutality. Her eyes watered when she winced by the pain in her private parts.He held her wrist and harshly pulled her out of the bed, to make her sit on a chair. She winced in pain by the amount of force he had applied for a simple task. Sarah was avoiding meeting his gaze because she was afraid of what she would find there. Her heart was beating fast and legs were shaking out of fear, his fear. She had seen enough of him to fear him, and she was right in that. He was capable of any amount of cruelty and she was aware of that. She knew he will never forgive her, and was now wondering how will he end her life. To expect kindness and mercy from him, was a sign of foolishness and she was none.She was taken aback when suddenly she realized he was putting tape on her mouth.Her eyes expr

Sarah's next few days were quite difficult as a captive, as expected. He kept her tied like an animal, most of the time and released her only for basic needs or If she had to do any household chores as demanded by him. He always kept an eye on her, never letting her leave his sight even for a minute. She was almost sure, he had something going on in his mind. He wasn't going to kill her, that she was sure. He was too obsessed with her, for that. He fucked her wild and raw each night as if there was no tomorrow. He was making her mad with the contrasting emotions, he made her feel. He loved hurting her, to see her in pain was somehow healing the raw wound her betrayal had left behind. He was healing and in the process, she was slowly burning away. He had tainted her soul, to a level where turning back was not a possibility. He had damaged her for an eternity by his callous ways. She often wondered, what exactly was her fault! Why was she being punished? He had broken her soul into so

'I wish to return to my life in my country', she replied.'Haahaaaha', He started laughing at her.She stared at him blankly; she shouldn't have trusted him. Now here she is, sitting like a fool!'I knew you wouldn't do that', she said dejectedly. He lifted his arm to caress her lower lip with the pad of his thumb and rubbed it lightly. Then he traced his hand over her neck. He could feel her gulp, his hand glided under her shirt and rested on her shoulder. Her heart was beating fast, with his hand still lingering on her body. She hated how he doesn't feel the need to ask for her permission before touching her. She flicked her tongue on her lips and waited for his next step.He yanked her shirt, to open, with his hand, which exposed his mark over her breast.'What about this ?', he asked her with a straight face.'Wha..what do you mean?', She asked.Frankly, she was a plastic surgeon herself, and removing it won't be a big deal for her, she thought. But clearly, he wasn't asking about

Sarah rose with the first light of dawn, her movements careful not to disturb the man sleeping peacefully beside her. With a soft exhale, she slipped out of his embrace, her heart heavy with the weight of the secrets she carried. She tiptoed across the room, her gaze falling upon his unattended phone resting innocently on the table. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest as she hesitated, torn between the desire to reach out to her family and the fear of betraying Zakariah's trust. But the longing for connection won out in the end, and with trembling hands, she reached for the phone, her fingers hovering uncertainly over the screen. She stole a glance at Zakariah's sleeping form, his features softened in repose, before steeling herself to make the call. Her heart hammered in her chest as she dialed her parents' number, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for them to answer. With each ring, her anxiety mounted, her mind racing with a thousand different scenarios of what mi