Page 163 of The Betrayal
The door unlocks and I feel my pulse quicken. With each day that slips by, more my hope dwindles of them finding me. But if this piece of shit is as clever as I think he is, he will have planned it out so they follow the breadcrumbs that lead them here. That's when he will attack. One of them will lose. But who?
“There she is,” Wolfe smiles, closing the door behind him and locking it, he walks towards me, hands deep in his pocket. “How are we this morning?” he asks as he sits on the edge of the bed, and I stiffen. His hand lifts as he tries to stroke my cheek, but I turn my head. How silly of me. He grabs my face and forcefully turns me towards him and my eyes are welling. “No point fighting me mostriciattola,” and the way the words roll off his tongue make me sick to my stomach. “I will do what I want with you, I've had you once, I can have you again. After all, you let me take your virginity.”
I can't argue with that.
I did.
He didn't force me.
But do you want to know why? For some reason, I thought TallDarkandHandsome was Keaton. How fucking foolish of me. I gave myself to this man willingly, shared my most intimate moments and it was Wolfe all along. The one that tried to kill my dad, tried to hurt Amora and Twyla. My bottom lip trembles. I didn't stand a chance.
“You will submit to me, you can fight all you want, but being bound to a bed gives you little to no chance,” he laughs, pushing his hand into my face so the back of my head dips further into the pillow.
He sits tall, running his hand down the side of his black, slick hair before he reaches for the dinner plate and spoon.
I force my lips shut, rolling them under my teeth and praying I can fight him off.
He spoons mash and peas onto the spoon and hovers it in front of my lips.
“Arizona, if you don't open your mouth, I will force it in,” his tone is sharp as he runs a finger across his brow, “and I will continue to do so until you choke.”
I breathe heavily out of my nose.
“I will kill you Arizona, don't think I won't. It would give me great pleasure when your dad turns up and your lying dead in the bed.”
Tears prick behind my eyes.
“Don't tempt me mostriciattola.”
My lips are still rolled tight, so what does the cunt do? He pinches my nose, holding it tightly so I have no option but to open my mouth and I fucking hate myself.
He feeds me, praising me as he does, and I have never felt more humiliated then I do now.
“Then after this, I am going to bathe you. Wash every inch of your body and then, you're going to let me fuck you and fill you.” I gag, just as he shovels another spoonful of food into my mouth. The sound of the spoon hitting the plate echoes round the room.
“Then, maybe, I’ll leave you alone. It all depends.” His hand reaches behind my head, grabbing the hair at my nape, dragging my head all the way back and his mouth is on my skin, and I feel repulsed. My scalp burns from how tight he is grabbing, and I want to die. His tongue glides up the column of my throat and I shudder. The growl vibrates in his throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to black everything out. But I don't have a chance. He shoves me away from him in disgust before undoing the restraints from the bed, but my hands and feet are still bound. He drags me off the bed, then knocks my ankles out and I fall to the floor in a heap. Everything aches. He is going to kill me. Grabbing my hair from the root, he proceeds to fucking drag me along the concrete floor towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind us.
Tossing me in the shower like I am trash, he turns the water on and it's freezing cold. He strips me down and all I want to do is curl into a ball and hide myself, but I can't.
So, I close my eyes and black everything out.
It's the only way I can get through this.
The only way where I don't want to rip my skin from my bones and burn it.
I am tarnished, and it's all because of him.
CHAPTER SIXTY
KEATON
DAY FIVE
Five days.
Five days of no sleep.
Five days of no food.