Page 53 of Dark Therapy
He killedJake.
He killed him because ofme.
Jake’s body jerked violently, his breath hitching in a strangled gurgle as his hands clawed instinctively at his throat.Blood, dark and thick, spilled between his fingers, cascading in angry torrents down his chest and pooling at his knees. It soaked into the soft carpet beneath him—a vivid, horrifying reminder of Damien’s promise, now fulfilled.
I stood frozen, eyes wide as life drained from Jake right in front of me. The carpet, that same soft carpet Damien had taunted me about, was now smeared in blood, dark and spreading like a grotesque stain that wouldn’t just be on the floor—it would be etched into my mindforever. My mind screamed at me to do something, anything, but my body was paralyzed, bound by fear and disbelief.
Finally, the shock broke, and my body jolted to life. I staggered forward, rushing to Jake’s side as my knees hit the blood-soaked carpet. My hands trembled as I reached out, fingers pressing against his shoulders, shaking him desperately. “Jake,” I choked out, my voice barely a whisper, almost a prayer. “Please, wake up.”
But he wasgone. His skin, once warm, was already chilling beneath my touch, and his eyes stared blankly past me, seeing nothing. I shook him harder, the denial clawing through me as his blood spread across my hands, warm and thick, covering me as if it were my ownguiltpouring from his veins. The coppery scent filled my nostrils, almost suffocating, mixing with the tears that spilled down my face.
I couldn’t breathe. The weight of it all crashed over me, drowning me in horror and regret. I cradled his head in my hands, whispering his name,begging, as if somehow my voice alone could call him back.
“Now,” Damien growled, his hand clamping around my jaw with a force that made my bones ache. The bloodied knife hovered mere inches from my face, its metallic edge catching the faint light, a sinister gleam that made my stomach twist. He dragged me up by my jaw, fingers digging in, leaving bruises that would stay long after he’d gone.
“It’s your turn to learn, Millie,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise that chilled me to the core. My breath caught as a wild panic flared through me, every nerve screaming thatthiswasit, that he was about to end me right here, next to the lifeless body on my floor. My eyes widened, a frantic beat hammering in my chest, but he only smirked, feeding off my fear.
His hand shifted to my throat, fingers curling around it with bruising force, like a vice tightening just enough to remind me who held the power. He stepped forward, his strides relentless and calculated, backing me up with every step. I couldn’t do anything but stumble, his grip controlling my every movement.The pressure against my neck wasn’t enough to cut off my breath completely—but it was athreat, sharp and palpable, a silent promise of what he could do if he chose to.
My legs hit the edge of the bed, and before I could steady myself, he shoved me down, his strength unyielding. The mattress creaked beneath me as I scrambled back on instinct, desperate to put space between us. But there wasnowhereto go—no escape fromhim, no escapingthis.
But even now, I didn’t know if I really wanted to escape him.
His hand shot out, clamping around my ankle as he dragged me back toward him. The world tilted, the air shifting as he climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs.
His eyes were wild, whiskey flames burning withmadness, flickering between hunger and fury. He grinned—a dark,twistedgrin that sent a bolt of fear and excitement straight through me.
“Look at you,” Damien growled, his voice rough and manic, like he was barely holding himself together. “Fuckingperfect, even now. Even after letting that piece of shit touch you.”
I barely had time to react before his hands moved to the delicate fabric of my dress. A flash of silver caught my eye—the knife glinting in his hand, dripping with Jake’s blood. My breath hitched as he slid the blade along the black tulle, tearing it apart with savage precision. The soft rip of fabric filled the room, each shred falling away, leaving me in my corset and lace underwear, exposed beneath his consuming gaze.
I flinched as the knife moved again, the tip grazing my lips with unnerving gentleness. My stomach twisted, bile rising as I realized what coated the blade.Jake’sblood. His death lingered on the cold steel, and now it brushed against me like some sick reminder of Damien’s dominance.
He chuckled, low and dark, his eyeslocked on mine as the blade trailed downward. It kissed the column of my throat, sending a shiver through me, then slid slowly over the curve of my chest. The pressure was light, teasing.
“I have tofixyou,” he murmured, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of reverence. “Cleanseyou from him. Wipe away every fucking trace he left on what’smine.”
His words hung heavy in the air, laced with venom and obsession. The knife pressed against the corset now, vibrating faintly with the beat of my heart, as though it could feel the chaos raging inside me.
And that chaos… It waswrong. My body betrayed me, heat pooling low in my stomach even as fear clawed at my throat. My pulse quickened, not just from fear but from something far darker, something I couldn’t explain.
Jake’s blood was on mylips, and somehow, that thought set me on fire.
The realization hit like a freight train,sickandtwisted, but undeniable.My breathing hitched as the sensation built, shame and panic tangling with that inexplicable heat.
Damien saw it. Of course, he did. His smirk deepened, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper.
“Youfeelit, don’t you?” he said, dragging the knife lower, savoring every shudder that wracked my body. “You feel how fuckingruinedyou are. Don’t lie to me, Millie. Not now.”
I shook my head, the denial spilling out in a broken gasp. But evenIdidn’t believe it. Damien’s gaze burned into me, as if daring me to deny the truth—to denyhim.
As I felt him pushing the knife handle deeper inside me, I felt the heat rising, a betrayal that seeped into every inch of my skin, my pulse quickening against my will.
My body defied me, reacting with an intensity that made meweak. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to keep myself composed, but then he twisted the knife, forcing a moan out of my mouth.
I knew that waswrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Ah,” he breathed, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Your body knows who it belongs to, even if you refuse to admit it.”