Page 134 of Shattered Veil
Wesley takes out his gun and presses the barrel to my forehead. “Who’s dangerous?”
“Wesley, please. I’m having a baby.”
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, anger transforming his face. “You let that fucker dump his poisonous seed inside you?”
I close my eyes. “Please, Wes.”
“You won’t be pregnant by the time I’m done with you.” He digs the gun harder into my skull, and I have to breathe through the pain. “And you’re going to pay extra for letting another man touch you.”
I shiver at the thought of him, or anyone, hurting my babies.
“You’re sick, Wesley. But it’s not your fault.” I try to use sympathy as a ruse. “Just untie me. We can talk, work this out.”
He ignores me and takes out another phone and texts someone.
“Who... Who are you texting?”
“The doctor.”
I heave, bile rushing into my throat. Gagging, I struggle to sit up to swallow down the stinging acid.
“Wesley, my acid reflux,” I gurgle out.
I’m sure he remembers those times when I bolted out of our bed, choking, to get to the bathroom. When I woke him, interrupted his sleep, and he kicked me while I lay huddled in a ball on the bathroom floor.
“Choke on it. Like that guy’s cum.”
I will myself to breathe through my nose, yanking my neck up. Through watery eyes, I see him smile at my pain.
“If you hate me so much, why the hell do you want me?” I cry.
“I don’t hate you. I love you. You just need to be taught a lesson.”
“A lesson?”
“On how to act. Be the wife I want and need.”
“Oh, being a normal human being isn’t your thing, I forgot.”
“Don’t fucking sass me. You’re tied to a damn table. I can put you in an unbelievable amount of pain.” He smirks. “Oh, right, I plan to do that anyway.”
My fractured mind wonders if he’s bringing a butcher here to give me an abortion. My babies? Oh, God. Balor. I’m so sorry. Where are you?
“Wesley, what is the doctor for?” I ask quietly.
“To laser off these tattoos.” Wesley takes out a knife. “I’ll have to find new places to carve my initials into your skin.”
“Why?” I scoff. “If I’m never to see the light of day again.”
“Oh, you’ll see the light of day. I’ll even let you see your father. And when you do, you will be perfectly behaved. I’m going to beat the will to fight me right out of you.” His smile makes my stomach turn. “There’s no way to escape me this time, Ella. I thought I could trust you, but you ran away from me. Never again. I also used a contact at the State Department. Your passport has been invalidated. Can’t leave the country this time with your crooked old man.”
And with no driver’s license... Even if I did get away...
“Fuck you.” I pull violently against my restraints. “You’re fucking insane.”
Wesley grips my face, squeezing so hard my eyes feel ready to pop out. “And just for that, you won’t get any anesthesia to laser these tats off.”
Terror rushes through me, but I refuse to just give in. I’m not going down without a fight this time. “You don’t know who you’re really messing with by doing this to me.”