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“Don’t hurt me,” I beg, tears streaming down my face.
His laughter echoes through the warehouse as he forces another kiss on me, his lips rough and cruel against mine. I try to twist away from him, but his arms and the chain hold me fast.
“Get used to it, sweetheart,” he taunts, his breath hot and foul on my skin. “By the time I’m done with you, no other man will ever want you again.”
I feel sick, the bile rising in my throat at his words. I can’t let him do this to me. I can’t let him break me. Somewhere deep inside, a spark of defiance flickers to life.
“Go to hell,” I spit out, glaring at him through my tears.
“Already been there, babe,” he smirks, running a finger down my cheek. “And I’ll be happy to take you with me.”
My mind races, searching for any possible way to escape, to fight back. The chain binding me to the floor seems impossibly heavy, but I know I can’t give up. I have to find a way out, somehow.
“Enjoy your last moments of freedom,” he sneers as he steps away from me, his eyes raking over my body with a predatory gleam. “Because after tonight, you’ll never be the same.”
The fire inside me burns hotter, fueled by my fear and anger. I can’t let Rager break me. I have to fight back. As he moves closer, I grit my teeth and tense every muscle in my body.
“Get away from me!” I scream, kicking at him with all the strength I have left.
He stumbles back, surprise flickering across his face for a brief moment before it is replaced by fury. “You little bitch,” he snarls, lunging toward me again.
“Go to hell!” I shout, swinging my good arm in an attempt to hit him. The chain rattles as I fight against its weight, desperation lending me strength.
“Feisty thing, aren’t you?” Rager growls, grabbing my wrist and twisting it painfully. “I like that.”
Tears stream down my face as I try to wrench my arm free from his grip. In my struggle, I forget about my broken arm, still encased in a cast. The sudden jolt of pain is blinding, but it only makes me more determined to escape.
I use the pain as fuel. My vision blurs with unshed tears, but I push through, fighting Rager with everything I have.
“Stupid girl.” He tightens his grip on my wrist. “You can’t win.”
“You don’t know me,” I say, my voice shaking but defiant. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“Then show me,” he says, his eyes glinting with malice.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. It feels like the world is closing in around me, but I refuse to let Rager see how terrified I am. I have to be strong.
My nails dig into Rager’s hand as I struggle to free my wrist. The chain clatters and jingles with every movement, a cruel reminder of my captivity.
“Nice try,” Rager taunts, but there’s an edge to his voice now. He knows I’m not going down without a fight.
“Leave me alone, you bastard!” I hear myself shout before realizing what I’ve just said. It’s the first time I’ve ever truly stood up for myself, and the words echo through the warehouse like a battle cry.
It’s clear that Rager doesn’t expect this level of resistance from me. His grip falters for a moment, and I seize the opportunity to yank my arm free. Pain shoots through my injured limb, but I ignore it, focusing on my desire to escape.
“Stay away from me,” I warn, my voice shaking but firm. “I won’t let you hurt me.”
Rager glares at me, his face a twisted mask of rage and frustration. I can see he’s struggling to regain control, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of breaking me.
He lunges at me, and I know I have to act fast. My heart races as I raise my good hand to his face, digging my nails into the soft flesh around his eyes. He howls in pain, momentarily blinded, and I take advantage of his disorientation.
“Get off me!” I scream again, my voice raw with anger. The chain connecting me to the floor glints at the edge of my vision, and an idea forms in my mind.
Ignoring the throbbing in my broken arm, I grab the chain and wrap it around Rager’s neck. It feels cold and heavy in my grip, but I hold on tight, using every ounce of strength I have left. I pull it taut, cutting off his air supply.
“Rebellion . . . stop . . .” Rager chokes out, clawing at the chain. His eyes bulge, desperation and fear clouding them. But I don’t relent—I can’t. I am fighting for my life—and for Dion, and for everything that could be between us.
“Let me go!” he chokes, clawing at the chain as I tighten my grip. Desperation clouds his eyes, but I can’t afford to show him any mercy.
