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[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
[3rd POV—Damon]There was a fine line between revenge, madness, and murder.A tiny thin strand that could barely see, or to some, it doesn’t even exist.The state he saw what the bastard had done to Cara immediately drove him to madness and with other things running around his mind, one remains topmost. Murder.A long, excruciatingly painful death he could warrant.Yet, aside from that, he was also too close to slipping into madness.Davien just made it in time and rushes Cara to the hospital while he remained for a moment in that hellhole rat nest to clean them up. Killing every single one of them, save for one person.Walsh.“Damn you, Montreal.” The scarred face man, Walsh, grunted in pain when Damon pummeled a screwdriver to his side and then kicked him hard into the jaw. Sending the man to lay helplessly on the floor with the pool of his own blood.Damon's ear is filled with the horrible sound of a fractured bone, which fills his ear with delight. Nonetheless, it wasn’t enough t
[Cara] Okay, I don't know why the fuck I am panicking?It’s not like this is the very first time I've talked to him. Though, I am quite aware that our recent encounters may have not been very cordial. Especially, right before I was taken captive.It doesn't help either that I went crazy inside his own mansion. Though I couldn't be entirely at fault that time, I was grieving, and dropping the bomb on my face of what will my future be isn't really something that I could take on lightly. Well, let's just say the news didn't sit with me nicely and I kind of went a little overboard with my reaction. However, with everything that is going on, the horrors I've been through and mom receiving the same black envelope with a crest of a rose and snake.Considering what mom had suggested, it seems that marrying Damon Montreal is the best option I have left. I've already seen the video dad left me and explained why he had to do such a thing, compromising my inheritance in the hands of Mr. CEO Da