Page 4 of Bedlam

There is no coming back from this

Dario

***On Page Rape***

Spade left to go talk to Slim as I waited for an update on Jameson. The nurses said it would be a few hours, so I lay my head back against the cold wall and shut my eyes for a bit. I’m so fucking exhausted, both mentally and physically. It’s been non fucking stop the last twenty-four hours.

Marsela won’t stop blowing up my phone. I know I’ll pay for ignoring her, but I couldn't care less right now. My brothers and Jade are more important, even if the contract is still in place. The need to find a way out of this engagement has been weighing on my mind heavily as of late. I’m not a liar. I meant every wordI said to Jade. The love I have for her makes my heart want to burst out from my chest.

Fuck, I hope Spade comes back with an update on her, and he tell me she’s okay. I can’t live in this world if she isn’t breathing in it. What’s the point?

My phone continues to vibrate in my pants but all I see in my head is green eyes,hereyes. I don’t want anyone else but her. Jameson being in surgery is a good thing; that means his heart is still pumping. It feels like hours since Spade went to talk with Slim.What the fuck is taking so long?I’m sick of waiting for answers about the girl we love.

Sitting up, I finally take out my phone when suddenly, multiple people grab me, shoving a sac over my head and slamming the butt of a gun against my temple.

Unleashing a roar, I throw jabs left and right. I don’t need my sight to see; I use my other senses to connect my hits. Grunts and groans echo around the waiting room as I keep hitting anyone standing in my way, until the last double blow to the head has me falling to my knees and my head meeting the tile floor.Shit.

Waking up to water being thrown in my face sends me into a blind rage, but I can’t fucking move as I realize my wrists arecuffed and chained to a hook suspended from the ceiling. I try to move my legs, but they seem to be chained as well, but with a spreader bar in between. I can only look so far with my arms above my head.

Suddenly, the feeling of nails trail along my back and I jolt as they grip my ass, realizing I’m completely naked. Fuck, I know this is Marsela, I can smell her overly expensive perfume that makes me want to vomit.

“What is this, Marsela? You have me chained like a wild animal. What the fuck do you want?” I grit as she continues to run her nails over my ass, up my ribs and around to my chest, finally showing herself.

She stands in front of me in a hunter green lace bra with a matching thong and garter belt attached to stockings, a pair of tacky matching pumps finish her cheap little outfit. I look her up and down with disgust. No matter how many times she flaunts her body at me, my dick stays soft. I know the monster underneath her perfect face and tits, and I want nothing to do with it.

“Did you forget about me when Maxim invaded the Academy? I didn’t see you come to our room to save me, but you saved your little whore.” She spits, dragging her nails deep down my chest causing my flesh to bleed. I stay silent, knowing she’s trying to get a rise out of me.

“I don’t need your words, fiance, because I already know the truth. And the best part about all of this, is you are finally all mine. I took care of the problem.” She smiles, jumping up and down.

“What do you mean, you took care of the problem?” I spit, grinding my teeth so hard I'm surprised I don’t shatter them.

“I made a little phone call and orchestrated the invasion. I was sad to learn she passed her test by killing her own father and was still alive, but other little puppets set things in motion. Your littlewhore is so fucking predictable.” She laughs and I want to knock her teeth down her throat.

“So you’re the reason Maxim came and caused pure mayhem in the school? Is that what you’re saying?” I growl. I need to get the fuck out of here, but more so, the need to kill this fucking cunt is almost unbearable the more she speaks.

“Yes, Loverboy, and now, your little blood queen is dead.” She squeals with excitement, stepping close to me again while running her ugly stiletto nails down my jaw. She continues tracing them over my chest and past my stomach, right to my flaccid cock. She grips it, scraping her nails along my ladder.Why do I have to love pain? Why?My dick twitches the more she digs her nails along my length. Jesus Christ. I don’t want this to feel good, especially coming from her.

“She’s not dead. You’re a lying fucking cunt.” I grunt with a smirk as she pumps my now fully hard cock. I bite back a moan because she doesn't get my pleasure. Only Jade.

“Oh, but she is. They called her time of death after I had a certain someone inject her with a little ‌‘Deathtone’.” She brags as her hand continues to pump my cock.

“I don’t believe you.” I spit, and she just laughs.

“You will find out soon enough.”

“So, why am I chained up like an animal if you succeeded in everything you wanted?” I groan as she runs the tip of her nail over the head of my cock.

“You won’t give me what I want willingly, so I’m just going to have to take it.” She spews, slowing down her strokes as she bends, taking my length into her warm mouth and down her throat, swallowing me whole.Fuck, shit. Fuck.

“Marsela, enough!” I command, but she doesn’t let up. I try to wiggle myself backwards, but my arms being above my shoulders aren’t giving me any leeway. She just sucks harder andharder.Fucking Christ.I try to think of anything but the warm mouth wrapped around my cock.Shit. Fuck.

“Enough! Or I’ll piss in your fucking mouth, I swear to God, Marsela. Fucking stop!” I demand and she releases me with a pop.

“Give me what I want, Dario!” She yells.

“Which is what?” I growl.

“My heir.” She smiles, and I shake my head.

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