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“Don’t move.” He let me go, and the heat from his body disappeared for a fraction of a second, before a soft piece of cloth went over my eyes, blinding me. Was he going to kill me? God, would he dump my naked body out here in the woods? No one would find me.
“Whatever he did, killing me won’t fix it,” I rushed out.
He laughed lowly, warm breath fanning onto the back of my neck. “I’m not going to kill you, Rebel; I’m going to keep you,” he softly admonished.
“What do you mean…keep me?” I was surprised how normal my voice sounded, considering my heart was jackhammering in my chest.
“I’m going to play with you until I break you,” he explained, in a way that reminded me of someone talking to a child.
“And then what happens?” I whispered.
“I don’t know yet, but none of that’s important. You’re mine now.” He placed a kiss on my temple and linked our hands together. Without my vision, I had to rely on him to guide me as we walked through the house.
“Is my sister ok?” My tone was reserved. I wasn’t sure how to handle this situation.
“For now, that will largely depend on you.”
“What do you want from me, Pierce?”
“Everything you’ve already given me, for now.”
for now. That left a huge void of uncertainty for my future. I knew we were back in his room when the smell in the air changed from old coffee to his cologne. He untangled our hands and shut his door.
A second later, I felt his warm breath on my face, before he placed a kiss on my lips. I didn’t give him any kind of reaction, curling my fingers into fists to stop myself from clawing at his face
“Turn around.” His voice was harsh, making me hesitate to do what he asked.
“Why?” I questioned. Pierce took hold of my shoulders, forcibly turning me and pulling me back against his chest.
“When I tell you to do something, don’t ask me why. Just do it,” he ground out, running a hand down my hair.
“Do you understand me?” He gripped it and lightly tugged my head back. I nodded rigidly, mentally calling him every expletive I could think of.
“Words, Rebel, I want to hear words.”
“Yes, I understand,” I snapped.
“Better. But next time say it like you mean it. Now, take your clothes off.” He removed his hand from my hair and slightly moved back. I didn’t trust him enough not to hurt me, so squeezing my eyes shut and fighting back angry tears, I hurriedly disrobed. Though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his eyes on me.
“Why am I blindfolded? I know who you are.” I spoke in the general direction I thought he was standing.
“I wouldn’t give a shit if you didn’t know who I was. I want you like this. Get on the bed.” His voice had gone flat, emotionless.
Using my inner sense of direction, I held my hands out in front of me and slowly inched forward.
When I bumped the wrought iron frame, I curled my fingers around it. Once I was settled on the bed, a pregnant silence ensued.
“What are you thinking right now?” He moved in front of me and gently swept my hair behind my shoulders. So many responses fired through my brain. I could feel my hands trembling where they rested on my thighs.
“I’m thinking you should let me go,” I whispered. The room remained silent, but I could still sense Pierce in front of me. He reached out and took hold of my trembling hands.
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” He placed a soft kiss on both of my palms.
“You said you were going to break me.”
“And I will, but I promise it will be in the most beautiful way possible.” The conviction in his voice disturbed the rhythm of my heart.
“Sweet Rebel,” Pierce murmured, trailing his fingers along my chest, almost sounding regretful. I swallowed. He was the only person who ever called me that. His fingers disappeared for a brief second, and then I felt them tracing my scars.
No. Without thinking, I grabbed his hands to stop him. He reversed the move on me, easily breaking free and taking hold of mine.
“Tell me who did that to you.” He sounded angry. Part of me didn’t understand why; the other part did. If I saw what he saw, ruined flesh forever branded by a monster, I would be angry, too. No, I would be livid. I was livid. Every time I looked at my body, I was forced to acknowledge and compelled to remember what had been done to me.
And by the man who had once promised to protect me and be the father I never had.
I tried to use my scars as motivation to remind myself of where I came from and how far I’d come. I didn’t want to be that broken little girl anymore.
