CHAPTERFOURTEEN
TRISTAN
I can’t believe Poppy picked Fast and Furious, but I don’t have a probably with it. It’s one of my favorites. Can’t beat fast cars and action. Relaxing on the couch, I pull her into me as we begin to watch the movie. I wrap my arm around her, and it feels so good to have her pressed up against me. Although I’m wondering if she wanted to watch the movie because of the hot guys.
“Did you want to watch this because of the good-looking guys?” I tease her.
“You know it. And the hot women too. You know you’re looking at them.” She giggles.
“Not hardly . . . I’m only looking at one woman, and I’m sitting next to her.” Our eyes meet, and I want to take her to bed and show her what she does to me, but I’m not ready. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for someone to see my body, to see what Dimitri did to me.
She blushes and focuses back on watching the movie.
“Do you want some more tea?” I ask, distracting myself from the dark road before I can head down it with thoughts of what Dimitri did to me.
“No, I’m fine now, thank you.” She quickly looks at me and smiles.
Fifteen minutes later, Poppy’s breathing evens out, and soft snores replace the quiet breathing from before. She adjusts her body and places her head on my chest, and wraps her arms around my waist. I chuckle to myself. I’m not moving her, and I hope she’s able to stay asleep after her bad nightmare.
The smell of her lingers around me, and it’s comforting. I continue to watch the movie, but my eyelids begin to get heavy, and I drift off with Poppy wrapped up in my arms.
My eyes flutter open, but I’m not in my living room. I’m back in the hell I was able to escape from. How did they get me back here? I try to move, but I’m chained to the ceiling. Wounds cover my body nude body, and I don’t know if I can survive this time.
“Oh, I see you’re awake.” Dimitri snickers. “Ready to have some fun?”
He walks in and grabs his favorite tool he likes to use, and he smirks as he slowly walks toward me, smacking the belt in his hand.
“I get off on knowing that I got one over on your siblings. They really think that you’re dead. This has worked out so well because they aren’t out looking for you. They won’t find you until I’m ready for them to find you.” He runs the belt down my back, teasing my flesh with the cold leather.” And I get to do whatever you want to you. Tonight, I’m going to have my fun, and then my men can have their fun too. I hope you can handle it.” The belt licks my ass, and I can feel blood running down the back of my legs. He’s opened old wounds.
Dimitri chuckles. “I’m beginning to think you like this.” The sounds of the belt hitting me echo through the room, my body is numb, and I close my eyes, wishing I was somewhere else. I know what’s coming next.
The sound of the belt hitting the floor causes my eyes to fly open, and I can feel Dimitri standing close to me. He unzips his pants, and I close my eyes tightly, and my body tenses. I don’t want to remember any of this. I think of everything except what he is doing to me.
I land hard on the floor, causing me to groan out in pain. The cold concrete is a welcome relief. I don’t move because I don’t know if I can.
“I don’t know who’s a better fuck, your sister or you. I’m going to let my guys be the judge of that.”
The door opens, and the sound of several footsteps fill the room.
“Have your way with him, boys. I got his ass ready for you.” He snickers as the others laugh.
One guy pulls me up and hangs me back up by my arms, and I dangle above the floor as they hoist me up. An ugly piece of shit uses a police baton to hit my legs as another guy hits me with a bamboo cane on my back. Black spots speckle my vision as they hit me with whatever they can get their hands on.
I glance around the room, and there is a man who just stands back and doesn’t do anything to me, and I don’t understand . . . why isn’t he like them? He turns his head when our eyes meet, almost like he’s embarrassed to be here.
Darkness takes over, and I pass out after what seems like hours of violent torture and sexual assault. My eyes flutter open, and I realize I’m still alive. I wish I were dead. I wish he would kill me already. If I make it out of here alive, I’ll kill myself. I know I will.
I blink rapidly as an image of Dimitri and the woman he’s had in his bed for a year and a half comes to life. I know who she is, but I will keep her secret safe. She doesn’t know that I know about them . . .
“Good, you’re awake. You’re not fun when you’re out of it.” Dimitri chuckles.
He grabs a whip off the table, and I know my body can’t handle anymore.
“No, just kill me. End this. Kill me. Kill me, Dimitri!”
“Tristan?” Poppy says as my eyes slam open.
I jump off the couch, panting for breath. Sweating, anxiety attack. Holy fuck. It was a dream. I’m safe. He can’t hurt me anymore. It’s all in my head. I go into the kitchen, and I need a drink of water.