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“Not now. Someday, when you least expect it. But first, I’m going to ruin your fucking life.”
Terror chokes me.No, no, no… The man I loved is going to kill me. He’s looking at me with murder in his eyes. “Bastien, I am so sorry! I’ll call your family and tell them I made a mistake! I’ll call the police in Lyon. I’ll get it expunged somehow…”
He slaps me again. My vision blurs, and I taste my own blood. “You stupid bitch! You think anybody would believe you now? And what difference would it make if they did? The damage is done!”
“I can call them up and tell them I lied,” I plead, terrified. “I won’t even say I made a mistake.” I’m not just saying it because I want to save my own life. I’m heartbroken over what I did. I am so sorry. I ruined him over a mistake. Even if he never forgives me, I need to make it right for him.
Even if he is threatening to kill me.
What a fucked-up mess I’ve become.
“You won’t say a fucking thing, to anybody,” he snarls. “It’s much too late for that. I know where your mother lives. Where your fiancé lives. Where your friend Pandora lives with her baby. If you call anybody, I will hunt them all down and kill them. Same goes for reporting me to the police. This is between you and me,mon petit chaton.”
My little kitten.
The name he used to call me.
Tears stream down my cheeks at the memory of his voice calling out those words. “I loved you. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Can’t you understand that I… My voice trails off hopelessly as I see hate making his beautiful face ugly. No. He doesn’t want to understand.
“I loved you, too.” He spits out the words like poison.
Then he begins tearing at my shirt, ripping it open.
I’m in shock. I hardly know why, being as though Bastien seems to be unhinged. I try to fight, and swiftly there’s a knife at my neck. Where did it come from? Did he have that in his hand the entire time?
His hands move to my skirt, shoving it down around my ankles. I gasp but don’t have time to protest before he’s barking orders.
“Step out of it.”
I obey, pleading for mercy with my eyes. I’m met with withering contempt.
I should fight harder. Go down trying.
“Now, pull down your panties and step out of them too.”
Numbly, I do it, giving up on the idea of pushing back. It’s the same as it’s always been with him. Something about Bastien calls to my inner submissive, and before I know what’s happening, I’m at his whim. Even years later, it would appear he’s still in control.
My shirt hangs open in shreds in the front, and at this point, it seems the least of my issues. He moves the knife quickly, slashing my bra. It springs open, exposing my breasts, and I whimper in response.
He bends my arm behind my back and walks me over to the glass doors that lead to the balcony. When he kicks the door open with his foot, I realize he’s going to make me go out on the balcony naked.
“No!” I cry out, struggling. I can’t, I won’t…people will see me.I don’t let Landon see me naked. How could I let strangers look at me?
He twists my arm up farther and presses the blade of the knife into my thigh. “Walk.” Agony shoots through my arm as he forces me outside, over to the railing of the balcony. “If you so much as scream for help, you’ll be dead before anyone has a chance to get to you.”
I believe him. He’s crazy enough to follow through.
We’re on the second floor. Down below us, there is a courtyard full of people eating dinner, drinking and listening to music. They’re oblivious to what’s happening to me, and right now, I’m grateful for that. The thought of any of them seeing me like this is worse than death.
He kicks my legs apart and releases my arm, sliding the knife between my legs. Any minute now, people will see me.Please don’t look up, please don’t look up… I’m crying from humiliation and hear him fumbling with his pants.
“Ready for the fun?”
I glance over my shoulder to find him grinning like a crazed man. I’m about to ask what he plans to do, but he makes it clear a second before.
“Oh yeah, baby!” he yells loudly, and now all eyes are on us. I buck back against him, and the knife cuts into my thigh. The blade stings against my tender flesh, and I cry out. It sounds like I’m in the throes of passion, not being cut by a lunatic.
“I’ll slice your pussy off,” he hisses into my ear. “Do as I say.”
