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His dark chuckle echoed down the hall as he disappeared into the shadows. “Oh, i’ll make sure of that.”
Without a word, the guard seized me up and shoved me down the hall towards Serge’s office. I stumbled, turning and trying to fight him off, but his grip on me was unyielding, only causing bruises.
“Please,” I begged and dug my heels into the floor and continued to try and scramble away.
As we reached Serge's office, the door creaked open, showing dark shadows inside. The bodyguard, ignoring my pleas, kept pulling me closer to my inevitable punishment.
I spotted the small confines of that familiar cage, cold and harsh, and it felt like it was mocking me. It was so restricting, and I remembered how it barely gave me room to move, to breathe. I scraped my fingers on the floor, hoping for something to hold onto and delay what was coming. But it was all useless. Within seconds, the man had shoved me into the cage. The door closed with a resounding clang, sealing me inside.
“Serves you right?” The guard smirked at me before walking out, slamming the door behind him and the silence slowly drowned me.
I pressed my palms against the hard bars, the cold metal biting into my skin. The cage, a constant reminder of how powerless I was. I felt like it was squeezing the air from my lungs. In that small, lonely space, I let the tears fall. All the while hoping for something that I’d never thought possible. Hoping he’d find me and make good on his promise.
13
RAVEN
The air in the club hung heavy with the suffocating weight of secrets and sins. My senses were still reeling from my encounter with Spectre. I could still feel his hands on me, the roughness of his stubble on my neck, the way his tongue tasted of mint. As I ran my fingers down the base of my tender flesh, I tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway toward my makeshift bedroom. My heart was still pounding and I kept remembering his last few words to me. The way he was shaking, as if he knew something really bad was coming for me. I wondered what would happen if I did step out of this club, not that Serge would allow me. He barely allowed me to breathe.
As I turned the corner, a snarl cut through the silence, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Serge emerged, a dark silhouette against the dim lighting, his eyes glinting with that evil smugness that I wished I could slap off his face. The curl of his upper lip and the way he leaned in sent a cold shiver down my spine.
“Where the fuck have you been, Raven? You're supposed to be on that damn stage singing your heart out.”
“I-I…” I searched for something quick to say, but I was never good at telling lies. “I’m not feeling well.”
Serge stepped closer, his eyes giving me a once over. “You look plenty fine. Healthy even, especially with those rosy cheeks.”
He gripped my cheek and pinched it roughly until I whimpered in pain. I slid my hand across the tender flesh as he continued to look me over. I was weak when it came to Serge, I’d been a witness to his cruel nature before. He thrived on torturing lost souls and relished in their torment. The echoes of their suffering fueled the darkness that lurked behind his eyes.
I shuddered involuntarily, quickly noticing that showing my weakness only struck his sadistic side. He was a master manipulator, a puppeteer that had put these strings on me. Strings made from the fragile threads of my fear.
Serge leaned forward. “Are you lying to me, shifter?”
“N-no…”
He sniffed the air and snarled. “You reek of cologne.”
He glanced down the hallway where I came from, knowing full well what that area of the club was used for. His eyes narrowed and instantly I could see that spark of his temper flare up. His fingers curled like a vise around my neck and he shoved me back against the wall, keeping me trapped.
“Who were you fucking?”
I shook my head. “No one.”
“Liar!” He roared, his nostrils flaring as spit hit the side of my face.
His eyes fell to my breasts, and I yelped as he tore at the material, ripping until he could see th ered marks Spectre had left there.
Gripping me by my hair, he yanked me down the hallway and toward the security office. Once inside he ordered everyone to vacate the room. They quickly scrambled, casting uneasy glances in my direction as they ran out, almost knowing that this wasn’t going to end well for me.
“You want to lie to me?” He snarled, angrily scanning the video feed for any trace of who I’d been with. Tension coursed through the room and my heart was pounding in my chest for another reason now.Fear.
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 reqinded 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.
