[3rd POV—Damon]Something’s not right.Damon immediately sensed it to his bone the moment he took a step inside Cara’s bedroom. The first thing he noticed was that all the lights hadn’t been turned on. He knew it shouldn’t be a huge concern since he came around just a little past her bedtime. Only that, right now, she wasn’t tucked in her bed like where she was supposed to be, considering he came around during late hours. Or that she would already be waiting for him to come around. The air around her room was undisturbed and cold and seemingly felt desolate with the absence of her presence. Her scent was a little faint, as though she had not come home since leaving for work this morning.Damon searches further inside the vicinity. Investigating what might have transpired if she hasn’t indeed come home tonight.Her living room was as barren as the bedroom of her presence. The dishes she used this morning were still intact inside the washer, and the glass she used before leaving remai
[Cara]I’ve been drunk and gone through many terrible hangovers but fuck! This is the worst!My skull felt like it was about to split open and have someone impaling an iron nail at the back of my head.The worst case is that I was never drunk. I was drugged by some psychopathic maniac. I couldn’t remember much since I passed out immediately, but I woke up the next moment with my ankles and wrists cuffed and was linked on chains bolted to the wall. Also, my entire body hurts as if I was thrown into a cold hard tiled floor.The whiteness of it, enhanced by four fluorescent lamps embedded in the ceiling, was hurting my eyes badly. The spot on my neck where the bastard had injected me was still throbbing relentlessly, my vision still blurred and blinking rainbows. Like my own sockets were sucking my eyes deep into the back of my skull.What the fuck?!I tried to stand, but my balance was out all over the place, and my head weighed five times over. The echoing footsteps caught my atten
[Cara] I know this was all just a figment of my hellish nightmare. The one that would hunt me for a week for having it. But it was too real…too vivid.Could they be real?The pain, the electrifying agony coursing through my bones while my body writhed into an awkward bend. Blood was gushing over the cuts he had incised into my bruised skin. My eyes inflated, and I could barely see anything.I was naked.Shivering with cold and hanging on a chain bolted to the ceiling inside a white-washed room. With my knees no longer able to hold up my weight, I could feel the bones on my wrists twisting and dislocating from the joints.My hair hangs in my face in thin clusters, sleek with the mixture of blood, tears, and sweat.He had done it.My captor, he had forced his way into me in the most macabre way.I am all in pain, yet the stinging soreness centered into my vaginal wall, flesh torn and bleeding all the way down to pool around my feet.“Dreaming of me?”I was jolted awake by the sound of
****Trigger Warning! This chapter is not for the faint of hearts. Readers’ discretion is advisable, or better yet skip the entire chapter.**** [Cara] “Fuck you!” I hollered, kicking and trashing, spitting and trying to get impossibly away from him, even though I knew it was futile since I was all hanging from the chains and just standing on my toes.When his head leaned a little closer to me, and his ear perfectly angled right in front of my mouth. I didn’t think twice and clamped my teeth into his lobe. Refusing to let go until I draw some blood.“Shit! You fucking bitch!” He howled in pain, delivering a quick punch into my midriff, knocking my breath away and having me wheezing. I hadn’t even recovered when the back of his hand lashed and came into stinging contact with my face. The impact threw my head to the side while I struggled to breathe.“You’re going to pay for that. Just wait till I am done with you.” He growled threateningly, and all the fears I had been feeling escalated
[3rd POV—Damon]Never in his entire life had Damon ever felt this frustrated over the span of three days with no leads about where in this goddamned green earth Cara was. He had dispersed all of his forces around the states and even farther afield, and even he had linked his connection to his satellite to get an overview of the vicinity where he had found Cara’s abandoned car. Nevertheless, whomever accomplished this properly knows his advantage, and they have moved discretely out of his radar’s range.Her mom and her best friend were calling him incessantly for any update on where she was, but he couldn’t answer them. All he could say to them was that he was doing his best to find Cara. Damon even thought it was the Rigby’s that kidnapped her since he had just recently killed their heir and sent them his head for touching Cara. He didn’t regret killing that boy, though. But when he walked into their front door and was about to set havoc in their place, the elderly man—the father kn
[3rd POV—Damon]On the southern tip of Roosevelt Island, an abandoned Renwick Smallpox Hospital was built in the mid-nineteenth century, but it wasn’t abandoned no more. It’s just right within the cityscape, sitting out in plain sight. That’s where the address Davien sent to him. Damon didn’t hesitate to drive his car at full speed into that area. Underneath whatever remains in that old hospital building is a hideout.He had spent an hour observing the entire area. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have just instantly thought that is like any other abandoned place located inside the city. Despite being urban, the entire area looks dreary and forlorn. It also appears to be haunted enough to discourage those stupid, curious paranormal dickheads from wandering in this area at night.Davien sent him another blueprint of the entire area. A computer-generated layout. There was a secret tunnel just a few yards away from the ruins, leading directly to the facility built hidden from the
[Cara]An explosion catches my subconsciousness, but I was in too much pain to even care to lift my head. My body still trembling, making the chains holding me on the ceiling rattle. I wanted to pull away. To kick him, or bite his ear again, but I already lost all the fight in my body.Even the will to survive.I just wanted to end this misery.My captor, assailant, this psychopath maniac caresses the side of my face. His touch was revolting, sickening, and it made my gut twist in pure horror and disgust at what he did to me.To my body.“Looks like our awaited guest has arrived.”He sounded thrilled. The smirk on his face makes me want to vomit like my intestines were clawed out from my throat and yanked them all out.“You’ll need this necklace.”My eyes were only half open and my vision hazy, but I noticed him pull something from behind his back.A collar.With a detonator in it.How do I know?I could hear the faint beeping sound coming from the blinking red dot in the middle. This
[Cara]“What? Aren't you going to say something?” I grilled out, steeling myself not to break down as the memories from those horrid nights started to come back and haunt me.Those that made me feel so dirty that I couldn't stand being in my own skin.He didn't talk.My phantom has just turned his dark eyes toward me and is staring at me as though he’s seeing nothing but me. Contrition most of all was gleaming, and much like me, it looked as though he had a lot of things he wanted to say to me but couldn't.Or that he is completely at a loss for where to begin.I trusted him. Somehow in the hinder-most part of me trusted him that he was going to find me after finding out I was gone for three days. I wanted him badly to come and save me, kill that motherfucker who did this to me in the most brutal way possible.But he didn’t.I ought to have been more prudent. He always visits me every night, but he didn’t even do something or might wonder why I haven’t been home.“Why are you here? Is