[3rd POV—Davien]Davien watched Damon inside their torture room behind the thick glass wall. Flinging, throwing, kicking, and smashing everything he can get his hands on. He was screaming nonstop for hours and his hands were already bleeding from punching the wall and tearing the room apart.Ever since Cara left the mansion with that FED guy, Damon simply lost all control and turn feral. Davien couldn’t even control him anymore. Three men are dead because he beat the shit out of them. He basically turns into a beast the moment his beauty was gone. Davien didn’t know what to do with his brother anymore. It upsets him that they didn’t know where Burson had taken Nancy and now Cara knew about everything, she’s gone too.This is one of the reasons why he doesn’t want to get attached to someone that would soon leave him. Davien admits felt a twitch with Nancy and it made him so mad to find out she’s gone missing. If he doesn’t know how to control his emotions just like Damon, he would have
[Cara]Simone stared at me in blended emotions of confusion and incredulity. Probably he was thinking about how I could ask such a thing to let a man roam free if ever he was proven guilty of multiple crimes. He sighs and remove his hands from mine as he stood up. He looked stressed one hand akimbo waist while the other rubbing on his temple. “Cara, I know a dangerous man when I see one. Mr. Montreal screams all kinds of danger in every of directions.”“I know.” That I couldn’t argue with.Simone was very right when he says how dangerous Damon can be. He saw with his own eyes how he reacted when we were about to leave his place. The brewing storm inside him was ready to unleash anytime and whatever was stopping him from pulling the trigger was thinner than a strand of hair and was ready to snap. We were lucky to get out of there unscathed.There was a long stretch of silence shrouded between us. I finished my drink, wincing at the strong aftertaste fuming out of my nostrils. Without
[Snow] One thing that I am glad about with human biological imprints is that no matter how stressed and hurt a person can be, the body knows when to rest and shut everything off, letting me sleep dreamlessly.The following day, feather-light caresses roused me up. At first, in my half-asleep state, I thought it was Damon, considering how many times he had disrupted me in the middle of my sleep. But then, I would immediately recognize his touch. His palm was rough, and his hand was heavy. This one is the exact opposite. Smooth and light like the angel’s touch or like one from a mother.Just like that, a melody of a voice drifted into my ears, making me instantly smile before I got to open my eyes. “Hey, sweetie, good morning.”“Mom.” Her smiling face was the first thing I saw, and I prayed to God I wasn’t dreaming, and I was indeed with my mother. It was not even a minute before dread spiraled down my spine and settled on the bottom pit of my gut when I remembered how the conversatio
[3rd POV—Damon] A little bit calmer than the last time, Damon settled on his black leather couch in his study inside his mansion. Staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey perched on top of his desk while absent-mindedly tracing his finger on the rim of the glass he was holding. Unlike his usual impeccable state, the tie around his neck hung loose. His coat was haphazardly thrown into the floor, his hair unruly and sticking up in all directions. The three first buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the fine sweaty hairs littering his chest with the tips moistened with sweat.He hasn’t changed his clothes since his little outburst of rage a while ago, even though Davien managed to talk him out. The wave of anger boiling him up inside didn’t abate.Cara’s face played in the forepart of his mind, her subtle laughter ringing distantly in his ears. Her smile and the feel of her soft skin against his body. The ache twisted horribly on his chest whenever he saw the pinkish scars marr
[Cara] Only then it came to my attention that five other faces were watching me flinging retorts with their colleague. Mainly of them were men, aside from Aunt Margarette, who settled on the couch right at the far corner of the living room. Silently observing the little dissension going on around.I know she must be thinking, how are we going to find Nancy if we are arguing like some two scorned women in the first place. My attention flitted to Simone, pinning him with my exasperated gaze. “I see you’ve made an introduction about me without my knowledge.”So this must be the team he was talking about. I don’t know, but I kind of seem to have high expectations from them. However, after listening to this woman, that assumption somehow plummeted significantly to the ground.Though, I shouldn’t give them this verdict too early.Simone looks at me apologetically and sighs. “I’m sorry, Cara.” He motioned his hand to the woman and introduced her to me. “This is Special Agent Sharleen, our i
[Cara]The throbbing pain on the back of my neck felt like I’d been bludgeoned with a mallet. Rousing me into consciousness. Hissing and wincing in pain, I forced my eyes to peel open. The putrid smell of human waste assaulted my senses, eliciting a violent revolt in my stomach.It was dark, and the only thing that provided me with any kind of illumination was the sliver of light that shone through the hole in the wall. The ground below was damp, and I didn’t want to know what kind of moisture it was. Bracing for the pain, I slowly inhaled deeply, allowing my body to fully function before I pushed myself up. Wracking my brain with every last bit of memory I can scour to recall what just happened.The last time I remember was talking to Hannah. She told me how Damon sexually assaulted her, showing the bruises around her throat. I was livid, furious when those men with full-face bonnets showed up, apprehending us, and gunfire broke out, then someone hit me in the head. Instantly knockin
[Cara]Only with a bit of help from the dwindling light, I managed to examine Nancy’s body to see if she had any severe injuries. Relief flooded me when I saw none aside from bruises and minor cuts. Also, she was trembling terribly. I know from the pain, and from the horrors she went through.I’ve seen a short clip on how she was electrocuted with a prod, and it haunts my memory with it every single minute.But right now, as I hold her in my arms, I have to make sure that she’s safe. I have to be strong and brave for her. I have to keep myself in check so that my anxiety will not hit me while we’re in this hell. I need to be calm and collected.I took a deep breath and wiped away the tears on my face.“Nancy, can you lift your arms for me?” I ask, robbing off the few tendrils of hair that got stuck on her forehead. “I just want to make sure there wasn’t anything broken.”I may not see anything major damaged on the outside, but I couldn’t make sure if she had any broken bones or one th
[Cara] He’s right there.So close that if I slip my arms through the bar gaps I could wrap my hands around his throat and choke him to death. But I know I couldn’t, I wanted to, yet I’d be dead before I can make it happen. His face was just like in the picture, but with more gray hairs peppering on his head and wrinkles creasing on his forehead.Ten years changed him so much, but I know it was still the same monster that once ruled this place. He had a thick accent that I couldn’t decipher which country it was coming from.If only Nancy wasn’t here with me, I would have already taken the chance to lunge into the steel bars and claw his face.She was cowering and whimpering against me. I could feel her traumas flashing before her eyes triggered by the electrical hum vibrating from the single bulb suspended above us. I protectively wrapped my arms around her, hoping that I could offer her some sense of protection even though I am as helpless as a fly caught in a piece of sticky paper.“