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I silently prayed I hadn’t been seen but that turned out to be pointless. Besides, God had left my side a long time ago. Serge suddenly rewound footage and right there, clear as day, my biker’s handsome face highlighted the screen. Even with the graininess, anyone could make out his leather clad form. You could clearly see him strolling into the club without any fear burdening him as he risked his life to get to me.
Serge's curses erupted, a storm of profanity echoing through the room. Being consumed by his rage, he slammed his fist into the control board breaking his own skin. The room reverberated with the impact, and the acrid scent of blood that now penetrated the charged atmosphere.
In his rage, he suddenly shifted his focus back to me, and without warning, he reached towards me with his bloodied hand, seizing my throat and pinning me against the door. The cold metal pressed against my back as I struggled to breathe under the pressure of his fist.
He squeezed me tightly, and I clawed at his already injured hand that gripped me.
The devil's own fury seemed to course through him, and his eyes bore into mine with a disgust that made me shake in fear. I felt the walls closing in, and the room quickly became a suffocating enclosure that Serge had created just for me. He wanted to break me. To show me he was the only one with the power to control me.
"You fucked the biker? My fucking enemy!" he roared, his voice piercing the small confines of the room. The intensity of his anger flared, and I could feel the vibrations of his rage as his grip on my throat tightened, his bloodied hand a vise that seemed to squeeze the very breath from me. The air grew thick with tension as his eyes locked onto mine, pupils dilated with a lethal combination of fury and possessiveness.
His lips curled into a snarl, revealing the darkness that crept beneath the lie that was his composed exterior. The room seemed to shrink, closing in on me, continuing to suffocate me. My nails tore at his flesh as I fought to breathe.
"Did you think you could betray me,bitch?" he hissed, the words dripping with venom. "You're mine, Raven. Mine to control, mine to toy with. And you dare to betray me for that biker trash?"
The cold metal of the door pressed against my back, the only reminder that I could still feel something other than Serge’s grip on my body.What could I possibly say or do? I swallowed hard, trying to respond, but the words only came out in a gurgled wheeze as his bloodied hand continued to choke the breath from me.
Serge's eyes flickered with this twisted, sadistic glee. He was overcome with the power he knew he had over me, I was trapped in his twisted dance of dominance that he craved, and I could feel his lust for me, pressing against me.
"Listen to me very closely, Raven," he sneered, his lips grazing my ear with a chilling warning.
It took every ounce of me to stare back at him, defiance in my eyes. His grip tightened on my throat and I choked, wheezing in an inhale.
"If I ever catch you with that biker again, the torment I’ll unleash on both of you will make hell seem like a fucking paradise. Do you understand?"
I managed a strained nod, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. Serge's eyes were devoid of mercy, and he smiled evilly for a moment, watching me struggle for breath before he released his grip, letting me crumple to the floor.
“You go near him again and I will cage him and torture him every day. And I’ll have you watch as I tear his heart out.”
“Please,” I gripped his pant leg. “He has done nothing wrong. Please don’t hurt him. I’ll do anything you ask of me. But please…”
Begging him was probably futile and fueled by my instinct to protect the man who had shown me the only care I’d ever felt from anyone in this world.
A sinister smile crept across Serge's face and I realized in that moment, that I was signing off my freedom once again. He wouldn’t miss the opportunity to tighten his hold on my chains.His eyes were cold and calculating as he stared down at me.
"Anything, Raven?" he mused, the corners of his lips curling into that evil smugness he had perfected. I hated him to my very core.
“Yes. Anything. I’ll do anything just please don’t hurt him.” I already knew what he was capable of. I’d already endured it. There was no escape and I only had to wait it out, because eventually, he’d kill me and finally end this torture.
“Oh my sweet bird. You always know what to do to please me, don’t you? He snarled.
His hand, still stained with his blood from his violent outburst just seconds before, reached down and gripped my chin. I could feel the sharp edges of his nails digging into my skin, a cruel reminder that any semblance of kindness was just a cruel game he played.
"What a disgusting display of loyalty for a piece of shit that used you and left you at my mercy.”
His grip tightened, and I winced in the sharp pain, I knew from the sting that he had drawn blood.
His tone became laced with a sickening sweetness as he ran a finger down my bruised neck. "I suppose you wouldn’t know what true love means. But I’ll teach you something to live by. Loyalty should be a two-way street, my sweet shifter. And you have literally wandered off your path."
I shook, knowing that he was trying to put these negative thoughts in my head but I remembered Spectre’s eyes, and the way he had begged me to wait for him. He’d be back for me. I didn’t have faith in anything anymore, but I had faith in him.
"Every choice comes with a price, Raven," Serge intoned, his voice dripping with self satisfaction. "And now, you've offered me a blank check which I am more than willing to collect."
He released me abruptly, shoving me aside as he tore the door open. One of his guards stood on the other side.
“She’s to be caged until I say so.”
“No!” I grabbed for him but instead was hauled to my feet by the bodyguard. “Please, Serge! I won’t see him again!”
