[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
[Cara] Have you ever experienced déjà vu?Like something had happened in a constant loop of events.Death could be much easier than this torment.It is what it is I felt right now, waking up again with the sound of a beeping machine echoing in the background, the pump release of oxygen fluid bubbling as it flows air through my nose, and the strong sterile scent of disinfectant on the floor.The feeling that I had gone back in time to watch something that I most definitely did not want to remember.I am still in the hospital, and before I shot my eyes open, everything I did the last time came flashing back on me.I guess that would be the last time my phantom ever visit me again.Yet, there was still this feeling of uncertainty. A foreboding twist in the gut, that what I’ve been through will be just the beginning and worst is yet to come.But I don’t want to think of anything yet. I want to be blank as an abandoned canvas whose artist procrastinated for so long that they forgot how to
[Cara]Days passed and the doctor already gave me clearance for discharge. Tomorrow I’ll be discharged from the hospital and they have already scheduled me to a psychiatrist. We’ll be having a session once every week for forty-five minutes.I don’t know how to feel about it, and everyone around me aside from mom and Nancy seems to be walking on eggshells for fear that I will explode into a ballistic rage when they try to engage me in conversation. Others visited me throughout the length of time I was confined, but the one person I hope to see even just for a moment didn’t come. I supposed it was because I wanted to thank him for saving my life.Yet, all he did was sent flowers and chocolates. I do appreciate the thought, to say the least.He must be disgusted with me now after what I went through. Seeing me in such a damaged state, incomplete ruin beyond repair. But why saved me though? Was it out of pity?I don’t think he wanted to be associated with me now.“Honey, is it okay to lea