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Chapter 4 - Let Me Go!

Lucifer's POV:

Am I breaking someone who is already broken?

I didn't know what came over me. I did take two most stupid decision ever.

"Uncuff her," I ordered. Tris quickly uncuffed her wrist. Walking to her bed, I bent down and scooped her in my arms.

Tris's eyes widened but she kept her mouth shut.

I didn't need to give anyone any explanation. My word was the law in my world, I was the God here.

I walked out of the shitty warehouse, carrying her and reached the garage. I opened my car door with the remote control key and placed the fragile girl on the seat. Her unconscious body was swaying, so I strapped the seat belt over her. Hopping on the driver's seat, I drove

away to my house.

After reaching my mansion, I opened the door and headed inside, taking the little thing in my arms.

It was the first time that I brought any girl home. Workers and staff were stealing confused and shocked glances. I called my head housemaid.

"Margo, cook something nutritious and open the 2nd guest room and prepare it," I instructed her. Margo nodded.

I placed her unconscious body on the couch of my room and waited for the guest room to be prepared.

"Sir, the room is ready," Margo informed me twenty minutes later. I quickly took her inside the guest room and laid her on the bed.

Her brown shiny hair was a mess, the face was bruised. If not treated sooner this beautiful face would be scarred. I already called an experienced female doctor, Dr. Melissa. She was a short woman in her mid-fifties. She had been working for our family even before my birth. And I heard she even helped my mother during her delivery.

I didn't why I didn't want any man to look at her, to expose her body even though it was a doctor. So, I called Melissa.

Strange. No? Who was she? She was no friend, no lover. A mere prisoner, wife of my biggest enemy.

Melissa arrived and was taken to Camelia's room.

"Treat her, clean her, do anything you feel necessary. Make sure there is no mark in her face and she gets better." I told Melissa.

"She looks pretty beaten up. For better, I have to look at her body properly and a little bit of privacy would be necessary." Melissa spoke wearing her gloves.

I left the room and waited outside. Half an hour later, She called me in.

I looked at the pale, unconscious girl. She seemed dead.

"What is her condition?" I asked puckering my brows. I was eager to know.

"Lucifer, her knees, arms, ribs are badly bruised. She was beaten very badly. I am not sure if her kneecaps are fractured. Better we run an X-ray." Melissa informed me first. I knew it. Cindy didn't go easy while interrogating someone. It was wrong to hand her over to Cindy.

"She has been assaulted sexually and raped. Her intimate parts are covered with painful bruises too. The overall condition is not good. She is malnourished too. And about her head injury, she was slammed into something hard. I don't know how intense the blow was. After she wakes up, a CT scan is necessary if we don't want to risk future complications." She stated.

"I have already cleaned the wound in her head and injected her medicine to reduce her pain. When she wakes up, she needs to be fed well and taken the medicines. After she gets a

little better, we should do the CT scan fast. For now, I have I injected her medicines for fast relief of pain." She said, pulling her medical bag.

"And I will be coming tomorrow morning to check on her. Then I should go. Goodnight." Smiling, she walked to the door.

Leaving the only and new unconscious guest, I headed to my room. I had other works to check.

I was checking on accounts. Almost an hour later, a maid knocked on my door.

"What?" I looked up at her, removing my eyes from the laptop.

"Master, the lady you brought, she woke up. And tried to leave. We caught her." She informed me.

"Hold her. Don't let her leave. I am coming." I sent her back to the guest room. After neatly keeping everything, closing the laptop, I headed to the guest room.

"It hurts. Don't hold me so tightly. Let me go. I don't want to be sold. Please let me go!" I heard screams coming out of that room.

"Sorry, Miss. Forgive me. I am holding you gently now. But I can't release you. Boss, ordered us to keep you here."

"No! Please let me go. Don't sell me!"

I heard loud noises coming out of the room. I strode inside and saw two maids were holding the girl against the bed. One held her arms and the other held her legs. She was struggling to free herself.

"Master," One of the maid acknowledged me.

As soon as the girl heard her saying, she snapped her head to see me.

"You!" She gasped. Her face paled and eyes watered.

"I really don't know anything. Please let me go. Keeping me here or torturing me wouldn’t get you any information. Please don't sell me. Let me go, I mean no harm." She wailed.

I walked to her bed.

"Let me go! Please! Tell them to release me." She loudly sobbed.

"Both of you, leave!" I motioned to the maids. Nodding, they quickly released Camelia and exited.

"Ahh." A groan of pain left her mouth, as she rubbed her legs, getting free from them.

At that moment, she was afraid of me. I could see the sheer terror in those beautiful blue orbs.

And I knew that even though she was scared, the first thing she would try to do was leave.

She was injured and weak. I still didn't know if she could give me any secret info to destroy Dawsons. What if she didn't know anything about them? Would I let her go?

NEVER! I didn't want her to leave. I didn't bring her in my house just for her to leave. Not before I own her. To keep her here, I had to use the fear against her. Extreme fear

can subdue your willpower. And that's how she wouldn't dare to leave.

Derek was a piece of shit and I was no angel either. If I got her, then it means I would own her wholly, whether she liked or not. Luck made her stumble before me, another monster.

And soon she would find two options before her. Submit to me or submit to me.

"Listen, Camelia." I opened my mouth. She gazed at me.

"How do you know my name?" She mumbled.

"I know a lot of things about you." I got on the bed and sat beside her. She visibly flinched and quickly scooted away. Her shoulder became tense.

"Stop moving. I am not going to touch you." I assured her. "At least not now." l internally said.

"No one will mistreat you here," I assured her.

She lowered her head and stared at her lap, joining her fingers.

"I am telling the truth. I really don't know where Derek is." She whispered. A few drops of tears fell on her knuckles.

"I know, Camelia. I know that you don't know about him." I softly spoke. She didn't move, stayed silent.

"But you will not be leaving here," I stated.

"Why?" She looked up.

"Because I don't want you to leave. Besides I want you to do something for me too. So, you are staying here. My word is the law here." I clarified.

"So, you are keeping me here to use me?"

"What do you want to do to me when I don't know anything you need. You are planning to sell me? That's it. I knew it. You all are animals devoid of any humanity. What have I ever done to you? You don't care about human life at all. Bastards!" Suddenly she hissed, glaring at me.

Red capillaries of her eyes were showing.

No one raised his/her voice at me ever. But she dared. Automatically I felt my jaw clenching in anger.

I would make anyone silent who dare to yell at me. Either by tearing off his tongue or putting a bullet in his head.

"Stop now. No one will hurt you." I tried to keep my calm taking a deep breath.

"I won't let you sell me. I won't let myself be someone's slave again." She shook her head, pointing her index finger at me. Her eyes enlarged. She began breathing hard. Something was wrong.

"Stop it. I said.

"No one will hurt you, let alone selling you. Calm down." I asserted. But she didn't seem to hear me. She was talking her mind, shaking her head, like she was in a strong reverie of illusion.

"I won't let you sell me. I would rather die." She kept on going with her chant, shaking her head.

"Fuck! She must have lost it." I muttered.

I leaned toward her, grabbing her head, smashed my lips on her soft ones. She froze instantly. My right hand caressed her cheeks, feeling the soft, buttery smooth skin.

I kissed her harshly, entering my tongue inside her mouth but didn't lengthen it. It was just to distract her, to snap her out of whatever she was into. Then released her.

She gasped and stared at me, blinking in disbelief. She moved her hand and touched her lips with shaky fingers, still not believing that I had just kissed her.

Comments (7)
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Mbali Letlala
I like this story
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Brenna
Then you’re just as bad as him.
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Christina Rice
make sure there is no mark on her face
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