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Even after doing this over the past four days, I still don’t feel it is enough to make him pay for what he has done. I am starting to get a sinking gut feeling that no matter what we fucking do to him, it will never take away what Daniel did to me. My own fucking father gave me to a man like Sebastian, part of me wants to ask him why, and the other part knows he will either fucking lie or try to play a game. I don’t know yet if I am willing to fucking play to get the answer.
The first year in the basement, I kept holding on to this fucking hope that Daniel would come in and save me. I held on to the hope that he was out there searching for me and worried, but he didn’t care. He moved on with his life and washed his fucking hands clean of me.
He didn’t fucking care that Sebastian and those men were raping me, abusing me, using me however they fucking wanted. He didn’t care that I screamed, cried, and tried to get away. My father didn’t fucking think of me at all the three years that I was in that fucking nightmare. He knew who he was selling me to. From how he looked at me when he woke up, he didn’t think I would ever fucking get out of the damn basement, but Christian changed my fate, just like he has changed fucking everything.
At the beginning of this, torturing him, cutting into him was fucking me up inside, but now it has changed. Now I don’t feel a fucking thing for him as I cut into his flesh, as I see his blood spilling from the fresh carvings, the same fucking brands I have, and the same kind of brand Christian has. He deserves to fucking have these scars. He deserves to have to stare down at those filthy fucking words up until the second he draws his last fucking breath.
Daniel needs to fucking feel how it feels to be hopeless and helpless and scream and cry. He needs to feel what it feels like to wish that someone was coming to save him, but that person is never going to fucking come. No, he is going to die in this fucking house, and everything that he cared about more than me is going to be fucking destroyed. Everything he thought he was saving by giving me away is, in fact, everything he is about to fucking lose.
Man, that is a fucking bitch, Karma is a fucking bitch.
Soon, Daniel will be nothing but a distant memory, and we will be able to leave this house and never have to return. Soon I will have my fucking revenge, and even though it will never give me back what those men took from me, what Sebastian took from me, at least I will know Daniel suffered by my hands and by the hands of my husband. At least I will know that before he dies, it will be my fucking face he sees. He will look into the monster he has fucking created. The monster wants fucking blood, and I will get it. I will fucking watch the light leave his eyes, and at the end, I will feel nothing for him.
I slowly stand and take a step back. I feel Christian’s hand resting on my lower back as I look at Daniel chained up in the chair, the same type of chains Sebastian used on me for three years, and the same chains Christian showed me that they can used for pleasure and not pain. Christian has been able to replace everything those men did to me, or at least almost all of it.
Christian has shown me that I am not dirty, I am not a whore, I am not a slut. I am not a puppet, and I am not fucking broken. Once again, I am feeling out of control, the voices of the men and Sebastian keep trying to come to the surface of my mind, but I won’t let them fucking control me anymore. I have come to fucking far for that, and Daniel has to fucking pay for what he has done.
Everything those men wanted me to believe, I now understand it was all a lie, and even though the voices are loud inside my head, and sometimes I can’t see what is real or not, I know that Christian will be right by my fucking side to remind me. To help me, he will walk through it with me with no judgments or questions. He is my King, and I am his motherfucking Queen.
68
Christian
Nicole slowly stands up and backs away from her father, still holding the bloody knife in her hand. I come up behind her and rest my chin on her shoulder as her father’s screams finally fucking start to calm down. I don’t know when the resting of my chin on her shoulder became a thing, but it is a small gesture that we have both become used to, just like we will create many other fucking gestures that mean the world to us even if to other people it means nothing.
“You don’t know fucking shit, Nicole. You want to know the truth,” Daniel screams at her, making my stomach drop.
I fucking knew it, he is fucking hiding something. Something that he was waiting to use against her, to her hurt, this Figlio di puttana.
She takes a deep, shaky breath. I already know her answer, which Daniel does, too. “Yes,” she whispers.
A smile forms across Daniel’s face. This is not going to go fucking well. I just know it. “Your mother didn’t fucking die giving birth to you,” he confesses in an amused dark voice.
“What?” She asks, her body stiffening against mine.
Daniel laughs, the smile spreading across his entire face. “Yep, I fucking killed her,” he confesses simply.
Nicole shakes her head. “I don’t believe you,” she replies. There is pain and confusion in her voice.
“You were always fucking meant to belong to Sebastian. Your fucking boyfriend killed my brother,” he snaps.
“Husband,” I softly correct him.
“What the fuck ever. Your mother was going to stop me from giving you to my brother, so I killed her, but not before I let Sebastian and his men use her, use her like they probably fucking used you,” he says, laughing, making my heart stop, as we all stand still.
I feel Nicole’s body stiffen against mine as I tighten my hold on her. Her father starts to laugh again. “I still remember the night like it was yesterday. She looked so fucking gorgeous, covered in cum of three men. Too bad that is the last memory your mother had before I fucking slit that bitches throat,” he snaps at Nicole. His eyes filled with pleasure, desire, and pure fucking hate. He enjoyed what he did to her mother almost as much as I can tell he is enjoying this.
“Stop, please stop. I’ve heard enough,” Nicole begs him, making my body stiffen against hers.
“Why? Come on, Nicole, like mother like daughter. She was a good little puppet, too,” he says in a low voice as another menacing laugh escapes him.
“That’s fucking enough,” I scream as I let go of Nicole and make my way over to him. Before my brain can process everything, I am on him, punching him in the fucking face over and over again; his blood splatters on my face. Daniel continues to laugh as my heart races, and I force myself to step back. I turn and quickly go back over to Nicole. The sting from the hits goes up my arms, and I don’t need to look down at my hands to know they are bloody.
We all stand still as Nicole’s father’s words sink in. He fucking gave her to her fucking uncle. Sebastian was her fucking uncle. The fuck is wrong with this guy. Suddenly, the door behind Nicole’s father opens, and four guys walk in. Clearly, the one in front is in charge while the other three stand behind him. All four are holding knives, but I am not fucking stupid; they have guns. They would be stupid not to.
Ty steps to my side as I wrap my arms around Nicole tightly. She rests her hand on my chest as the man stops beside Nicole’s father.
“Sebastian, get me the fuck out of these chains right fucking now,” Daniel snaps at him.
