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"This isn't over, pet," he said in a barely controlled voice. "I'm coming for you. And when I do…I'm never letting you go."
The bedroom door closed with a thud.
* * *
Venezia started counting in a low,tremolos voice.
One. Two. Three…
Only when she reached one hundred did she allow herself to move, swinging herself off the bed and falling to her knees as her legs gave out.
A harsh breath escaped her.
Something was wrong. Something was awfully, awfully wrong.
With strength she didn't know she possessed, she managed to get herself to the bathroom, flicking the light on and squinting as her eyes accommodated to the sudden brightness.
Closing the door behind her, she locked it for good measure before she gripped the hem of her dress, taking it off and flinging it to the side, avoiding to look at the red stained material.
Something was wrong…
There was pain. So much pain radiating from between her legs that she didn't know how she had withstood it all—how she hadn't started bawling the moment he'd entered her, almost tearing her apart in the process. She'd been entirely dry when he'd breached her, despite the lingering sweetness of that first kiss. Factor in Michele's size and his daunting girth and he'd simply split her in two.
Every thrust after the first had been more and more vicious, the pain reaching such a crescendo she thought she'd almost pass out from it.
But she hadn't. She couldn't allow herself to do that and show weakness. Because that was the only way to deal with Michele.
Tonotshow weakness.
She limped to the toilet, taking a seat as she tried to calm herself down. With a trembling hand, she made the courage to reach between her legs, touching the tender spot and winching out loud at the sensation.
By God, she felt like howling in pain.
Yet just as she suspected, something was wrong.
Her entire palm came out covered in blood, and at the sight of it, she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started sobbing, broken cries echoing in the bathroom.
Her lashes misted with tears, she managed to roll some toilet paper and soak some of the blood, even though every little touch was extremely painful.
Yet even as she wiped once, twice, the blood still wouldn't stop.
Too scared to do anything else, she jumped in the shower, washing herself thoroughly in an attempt to remove every little trace of him from her body.
But it was all in vain.
He was everywhere.
On her body. Inside her body. Inside her mind. Haunting her thoughts.
He was absolutely everywhere.
Including part of the baby she was still carrying. That only made her terror increase tenfold as she wondered if his brutal treatment of her would have had any bearing on the baby.
She was sure he'd hurt her down there given the throbbing pain and the bleeding that wouldn't stop. But was that enough to hurt the baby, too?
She didn't know…
In that moment she wished she was smarter, more knowledgeable. Maybe then she would know how to deal with this.
