“But don’t worry, the hope you feel deep in your belly will soon be gone. I’ll shred every bit of attachment you have to this world until you are begging me to die, only then will I return you to Matteo.”
He’s going to keep me alive. That’s the only words I focus on. He doesn’t want to kill. He can’t kill me, or Matteo would kill him.
Matteo still thinks that he can crack me and convince me to tell him where Nina is. I’m beginning to believe that Armas might be part of that plan. Once he’s done with me, he’s right though, I’ll be begging for death, and I’ll give Matteo whatever he wants.
Blood pours out of my lip, into my mouth, as I bite down on my lip while Armas takes my nipple in between his teeth again. He’s cruel, treating me like an object that he can do what he pleases with.
He removes his shirt to reveal his muscular body. He has a fit body, but it’s nothing like Matteo’s. I close my eyes, hating myself for comparing his body to Matteo’s. Both men are evil. The fact that they both have hot bodies is irrelevant. It doesn’t make me want to fuck them.
Hands tighten around my neck so that I can’t breathe.
“Open your eyes.”
I try to hold out, but I need to breathe.
I open my eyes.
“Good girl.”
He stands back and pushes his pants and boxer briefs down. “Like what you see?”
I turn away in disgust.
“Look at me bitch,” he says, as his hand grabs my neck again, forcing my head to turn back to him.
He smirks. “You like my body. Your pussy is begging to feel a man again.”
He’s insane. There is no way I could feel anything positive about this man, not even lust. My leg is shattered thanks to him. My body is tied up, and he’s about to rape me against my will.
I spit in his face. His hand crashes against my face. He doesn’t slap me like I was expecting. His fist was tightly balled as he punched me.
Dots. All I can see are black spots, no matter if my eyes are open or closed. My head throbs so severely that I don’t want to move it. I don’t even want to think.
His hands are at my pants, and my body trembles, as he rips my pants off.
I’m naked. Exposed. I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life. Not even when Matteo kidnapped me. This man is going to rape me. Nothing is stopping him.
I try to squeeze my legs together, but his hands grip my thighs, pushing me wide, while his body settles in between my legs. I can feel the head of his erection pushing at my entrance, and a tear trickles down my cheek.
My arms thrash against the restraints, but I’m tied up so tightly that I can only wiggle them an inch.
My body tries to twist away from him, but his hand crashes down on my chest, putting his entire body weight on my chest.
I can’t breathe. I try to move my lungs up and down to let air in, but I can’t. His hand is pressing down too hard.
I stop moving. I stop trying.
Only then does he let his hands up enough so that a little air pushes into my lungs.
I don’t want the air anymore. I want to stop breathing, stop living. I won’t survive this.
No.
He doesn’t get to win.
I will survive this.
My eyes fly open. He’s going to have to look me in the eye when he rapes me. He’s going to see the anger that he’s causing instead of the pain. He’ll see the rage that he created, and he’ll know that I will spend the rest of my life coming after him. That I won’t let him rest until I’ve hurt him like he’s hurt me, and then I’ll kill him.