Page 61 of Isabela

A girl has to have goals at a time like this.

Both of his hands are on the base of my neck or fisted in my hair as he fucks my throat. The tears flow as he uses me for his own pleasure, and I break. Picking up the hilt of the blade I almost blindly slice away from me, falling to the ground with his cock still in my mouth.

Screaming, I grab it and throw it across the room.

Blood is in my mouth as I spit, my gorge rising as I puke it up. I need it out of me, I need… I’m in my own little nightmare as I turn to find Charles trying to stem the flow of blood from the partial nub of his penis with his hands.

I can feel something sticky on my face and gag. If I think about it too much, I won’t be able to finish this.

Keep it together, baby. Almost there.

Panting from exertion, I rise to my feet, walking closer to him. One foot in front of the other is all I have going for me as Charles screams.

“You stupid bitch! What the fuck have you done?!”

“It’s not nice to touch things that aren’t yours,” I rasp. My throat is on fucking fire between it being dry from whatever Lily injected me with and Charles’ ill use of it. I can barely breathe without pain somewhere in my body as I walk around him and pull his hair back.

I don’t want him to try to overpower me, not that he’ll be alive for long with the way he’s bleeding.

“Isabela!” Charles roars, trying to grab for me. Unfortunately, his hands are covered in his own blood and keep sliding over my skin, and I shudder as he transfers it to me.

“You’ll never use my name again,” I whisper, dragging the blade across his throat. I make sure to use pressure as I cut him, watching in fascination as it slices through like butter.

The mayor takes very good care of his blades, and I’m enjoying his efforts.

Charles gurgles as the blood spurts and pours out of him. The initial cut sprayed across my face, and I try to clear my vision from the blood as I blink furiously, stepping away from him.

He falls off the chair onto the ground, struggling to breathe.

“Just die,” I beg, my legs failing me as I collapse a few feet away from him onto my knees. I hold the knife tightly, even as my body feels as if it doesn’t belong to me. Charles stops spasming, and I force myself to look up at the keypad.

My breaths come faster as I come to terms with the fact that I’m locked in a room with a dead man, and I sob.

“Help me!” I scream, knowing it probably won’t do any good.

“Isa!” a voice responds, making me attempt to scramble up. Gael. Unfortunately, I’m shaking too hard, and my fingers can’t even continue to hold onto the damn blade. It hits the ground, and all I can do is scramble away, so it doesn’t cut me.

My body won’t even do what I want it to.

“Gael!” I scream.

A fist slams on the door, making me jump, and I beg my body to move. Somehow, I get onto my legs, tears running down my cheeks.

“Isa, there’s not a lock on my side, just a keypad. Is it the same on your side?” Gael asks.

I’m nodding before I realize numbly that he can’t see me. And I respond instead, “Yes. There’s no lock here either. Please, get me out.”

“I’m going to break down the door. The fucker paid for all of this security, but left the shitty door up,” Gael growls.

I want to tell him that the ‘fucker’ is dead, but don’t. I feel dizzy as I hear him kicking at the door, and weave on my feet. My eyes drift to the vacant, dead eyes of the mayor as he reaches out to me. I shudder, turning away.

There’s blood on my arms and body, and I’m shivering as I hug myself when Gael storms through the door. He doesn’t even allow himself to slow down before he picks me up into his arms.

“Where is he?” he asks, turning to gaze around the room as he cradles me to his chest. Gael stares at the body and the knife before looking back down at me. “Who’s blood is this on you?”

“His?” I whisper. My teeth are chattering, my body twitching out of control.

Turning his back to the door, he yells, “I need a clean up and a blanket now!” Gentler, his eyes take in the nightmare I must look like. “You did so good, baby. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Fuck, I’m so?—”

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