[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.“
[3rd POV—Damon] “I’m not going to ask you twice. Where is he?” Damon murmurs impatiently, straightening his stance as he adjusts the bloodied brass knuckles inserted around his fingers.The chains rattled around the man tied to a wooden chair. His face battered beyond recognition, yet the bastard was still conscious and hard to yield despite the unfortunate condition.“I don’t know, fucker. That old man’s slimy as an eel.” He drawled, strained voice heavily accented. Spittle mingled with blood dribbled on his chin. A few of his teeth were knocked out of his mouth and were found discarded on the ground right next to his bound feet.“You think I’m a fool?” Damon snickered vindictively as he grabbed the man by the collar, pointed the brass knuckles into the man’s throat, and threatened to plunge the sharp blades directly into his beating flesh.“No, you’re not.” The man panted, fear lacing in his voice, yet he was only trying to be brave about it. “You’re just like him, blinded with rage
[3rd POV—Damon]“You—” anger came rolling in him soon as he recovered from the horrible news. “How could you let this happen!”He had the agent on the collar in one fluid motion and pressed him against the car. This action alerted the FBI team and made the tension thick in the air.Burson got her. Damon isn’t a saint to not know what he will do to her once he gets his filthy hands around Cara. Just the notion of him touching her sends his emotions spiraling into haywire, turning his vision black and red. He shouldn’t have listened to Davien and stopped her from leaving the mansion. Then this wouldn’t have happened.He was too consumed with his ego and anger that he hasn’t thought about her safety in the hands of the FEDs. He had an unrealistically high level of confidence that the pig could keep her safe.Oh, boy he was so wrong, and it only served to infuriate him more about his carelessness.“Mr. Montreal, get away from Agent Munk or we’ll shoot you!” A woman’s voice ricocheted in t
[Cara]My breath sucked out from my lungs as it felt like someone had delivered a hard blow right into my gut. The tears I was trying so hard to hold back turned into a gush of running water down my face as my eyes fell on the woman I trusted.Another thing I learned the hard way about the world I have lived since Damon entered my life was that betrayal comes to those who I trust most in a very unexpected way.“A-Ashley?” My voice cracked both in disbelief and anguish. Even her real name sounded foreign as I said it aloud.I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she was this monster’s daughter. She was so innocent with her sweet voice and gentle smile. But right now, all of it was gone. All I could see was a woman full of hatred and pride on her face. Her soft big brown eyes, which I usually adore, were now sharp, pinning me with a piercing gaze.The sinister grin she held for a moment now faltered as she took another step closer to my cell. Her hips swayed excessively as t