ANGEL
My head was splitting apart. My neck felt like it was being stabbed by a pin constantly. My eyes were too heavy to open. I hadn’t felt this sick in a long time, the kind of headache that made me feel like the organ which I supposedly needed to survive was working against me, trying to explode through my cranium.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Sting. Sting. Sting.
In my neck.
"What the hell—!" A weak groan of discomfort left my mouth, what actually stopped my curse was my voice, it sounded strange.
It felt as if my windpipe had been crushed, and I had gained Batman-like abilities.
My tongue felt swollen, like it could no longer fit in my mouth without clogging my throat from swallowing.
With an electrifying, sickening awareness, my brain registered everything wrong
Like how the pressure on my wrists was forcing my hands together. My ankles glued my legs together.
What?
I couldn’t move. My eyes felt too heavy, but I forced them open with every willpower I possessed.
Blackness. Everything was pitch dark like I was trapped in a void, a bottomless pit that cloaked around me.
It was more like I couldn’t open my eyes at all. Something tight was stretched across my eyes, around my ears to the back of my head.
Was I tied up and blindfolded? For just a second, I thought perhaps, I was still dreaming, that this was some horrifying nightmare, or maybe a side effect of the candies.
Candies?
Memories bled through cracks in my skull without warning.
Hysteria bloomed in my blood as everything that’d happened slammed into me with full force.
Kevin.
Oh god. Oh no. Kevin.
Damien had appeared out of nowhere in that vip. And he had...smashed Kevin with that vase, and then...
Was Kevin even still alive at all?
Damien had stabbed something into my neck, causing me to lose consciousness.
But why was he tying me up?
Where was I?
I was breathing too fast, the darkness clawing at me from all angles.
A frightful panicked sob wrenched from my dry, scratched, bruised throat.
I was ten again, trapped in that dark closet, not getting enough air, the feeling of being buried alive while you breathed. It was so dark, so tight.
My bound arms flailed.
My feet kicked at nothing but the sheets.
My movements felt too sluggish, too weak. What did that bastard inject me with?
Claustrophobic anger surged in my throat, until I could taste bile from the rising bitterness.
How dare he?
How could he tie me up like I was an animal?
I struggled even more intensely, strengthened by the fury pulsating in my blood.
The more I tried, the crueller the ropes or whatever I was bound with cut into my flesh.
I knew without a doubt that my skin was raw and bleeding, but I couldn’t stop, because the angry fingers of darkness were still trying to grab me from all corners.
"H-Help!" My voice broke on the word, my throat hurt. Struggling was futile, this couldn’t be happening. Whenever I got trapped in the past, Daddy was there, but this time, I felt a cold finality in my chest, everything told me that I would have to fight out of this on my own.
But still, what the hell was that lunatic thinking?
I was Vincenzo Hale’s daughter. Not even Damien should be bold enough to kidnap me without fearing Daddy’s wrath.
I trashed and trashed. Then, I rolled.
My body greeted the hard floor, a painful thud echoed, one that trembled another whimper from me.
My left hip and ass stung from the wrongful fall.
Wait.
My brain registered something odd. Cold skittered my skin, like crawling insects.
I was naked?
Like completely naked?
A different kind of horror tangled in my chest, what did Damien want with me to go to this extent?
I had been naked when he drugged me, but seeing as I was still unclad now, who knew what he’d done to me while I was unconscious.
No.
The bile rose higher in my throat, anyone could touch me, except him. I hated him so much. He was the last person I wanted in my body.
I clenched my thighs together, trying to feel anything, maybe signs of his invasion.
No. No. No.
My insides felt funny, and I didn’t know if it was because of my full bladder which was suddenly starting to scream for release. Or was it something else?
This couldn’t be happening!
I was supposed to be on a flight to Europe by now, I had prayed for any miracle that would make me stay, but this couldn’t be it.
Was Daddy looking for me? Damien was his best friend and brother-in-law, Daddy probably wouldn’t even suspect him.
No one was coming for me.
Tears soaked up the blindfolds, my body
shook with every sob even though I didn’t want to give Damien any satisfaction of watching me break.
A sound reached my ears, the jiggling of metals.
My body stiffened, holding my breath.
Someone was here, probably outside the door.
Damien?
Why was he here? To hurt me? Torture me?
I wiggled like a worm and somehow managed to lie on the mattress again.
Maybe I could just pretend to still be asleep, at least, until I knew what he was up to. The moment my body touched the mattress, the door pushed open. I could hear it.
Approaching footsteps.
Closer.
More closer.
My eyes were tightly shut within the blindfolds, but I could feel him. Even without seeing him, I knew it was him. The way the air suddenly felt oppressive and harder to breathe.
Those eyes of his were touching me, I was painfully aware of how naked I was.
The humiliating memory hammered through my mind causing me to squint my eyes tighter, he had forced me to touch myself and prove that I hadn’t cúmmed when Kevin ate my pussy.
He had been so furious too. He’d looked feral at the possibility of me getting pleasure from another man.
He had no reason to be, I could sleep with whoever I wanted. He didn’t own me.
The silence in the room felt louder than any sound, and for a moment, I almost thought he had left.
Why wasn’t he saying anything? It was becoming harder to regulate my breathing and pretend that I was still unconscious.
Then, he spoke, his voice as harsh as gravel vibrated through the air.
"I know you’re awake, little girl,"