Page 37 of Lost in Me

“Don’t make me kill you,” I whisper, looking at her, pleading with my eyes begging her.

“I’m sorry,” are the only two words she whispers as she lays back down. She is defeated, and fucking so am I. I quickly close the small distance between us. I reach down and grab the chains, pulling her arms over her head. She doesn’t even fight me as I connect them to the metal bed frame. I slowly kneel nextto her.

She turns her head and looks at me. There is fear in her eyes. So much fucking fear but not enough to get her to change her mind. So, I am going to force her to change her mind. I am going to go farther. I am going to have to take this to the next level.

She is fucking making me do this. She is choosing this. Why the fuck does she have to push me? Why the fuck does she have to do this?

“You did this. Remember that.” I quickly stand up and punch her in the face hard enough that she screams. Her body starts to shake, partly from her fear and partly from the shock of the punch. I reach down, placing my hand on her stomach as I lift the knife and then bring it down to her skin slowly and gently, starting to make little cuts.

She starts to struggle against the chains, but it will not help her. She tries to kick, but the chains on her ankles stop her as I continue to cut her skin, making my way up to her breasts and then down each of her sides … making sure each cut is deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to kill her. She continues to scream. The tears continue to leave her eyes, turning me on even more than seeing her fucking blood.

She wants to tell me no. She wants to stick by her words, saying she has nothing to give me. I will fucking show her how wrong she is. She will fucking submit after this. She will give me whatever the fuck I want. She will see just what kind of monster I can be. She thinks I have put her through hell before. She hasn’t fucking seen anything yet.

I continue to cut down her sides, making my way to her stomach. She continues to struggle against the chains. “Please, Jesse, stop!” she screams, but I can’t. I can’t stop, and even if I could, I wouldn’t. She is fucking beautiful. This is how I show her my love. This is how I show her just what I am willing to do tomake sure I keep her.

Like I said, Shawn doesn’t love her like I do. No one fucking loves her like I do, and no one ever will.

“He doesn’t fucking love you like I do!” I scream as I slowly make my way down each of her legs. I take a step back and look down at her now bleeding body. All the cuts will leave scars, reminding her every day what fucking happens when she refuses to give me what I want. I drop the knife on the ground and slowly get on top of her, pinning her between me and the bed. I cup her heat with my hand as I lean in and begin licking and biting her skin, tasting her blood on my tongue. I feel my dick spring to life as I continue to touch her.

“No, he doesn’t love me like you do. That is the point, Jesse!” she screams back at me even through the pain. Even after all the cuts I have covered her in, she still fucking has the guts to snap back at me.

She will be wet soon. Her heat can’t fucking say no to me. Her words might, her mind might, but her heat needs to be fucked, and I will be right here, ready and willing to do just that. Once she is wet, that is when I will fill her with my dick, reminding her once and for all who the fuck she belongs to.

I sit up and grab her throat. “Shawn!” she screams, making my blood boil even more. She can scream his name all she wants to, but it won’t change what happens here. It won’t change what I do to her. He is not here. I fucking won. I outsmarted him. I took what he took from me. He thought he could protect her, but the truth is he never could. I was always five steps ahead of him, and he never even saw it.

“He can’t save you, my Dove. It is only you and me,” I state as I take my hand from her heat and begin punching her in the face.

“Please, Shawn!” she screams again, making my heart race and sink at the same time. What the fuck am I going to haveto do to erase him from her mind? What will I have to do to make her forget him and realize he never fucking had a chance?

“He is not fucking here!” I scream back as I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off her air and making the screams become silent as her eyes start to close.

“He is really worth dying for, Dove?” I ask as I continue to hit her.

She doesn’t respond, but then again, I am making it impossible for her to say anything. She has had her chance to submit, and she chose to go against me instead. She will learn to never fucking do that again. I watch her head fall back onto the pillow as I continue to hit her and cut off her air supply.

I know I need to stop. I know if I don’t let up, I will fucking kill her. I don’t want that, but I also won’t live without her. We will die together. Once I take her life, I will take mine, and we will both be stuck in hell together.

The door busts open, taking my attention away from her. I turn my head and see several men rushing into the room. The first one I see is Shawn. He stops dead in his tracks as he looks down at Emory, who is now passed out from my hits. I tighten my grip on her throat.

“You are fucking too late. She is mine,” I state in a low, dark voice. He looks from Emory to me. All I see is rage as he quickly closes the distance between us, ripping me off Emory.

“No!” I scream and kick as several men grab me and pull me off the bed. Shawn releases his hands from me as his men take over. He takes a step back as he continues to look at Emory.

I look up at Shawn. His hands are in fists as he looks from Emory to me.

“You might take her back. But she won’t survive. She will be dead. Your unborn child will be dead. I have won, motherfucker,” I whisper.

“Shut the fuck up,” I hear as a man punches me in theface.

I look at Emory on the bed. She is out cold, leaving the cut wounds. I allow for a smile to form across my lips as I see my Dove. My sweet Dove. We will be together very fucking soon.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Shawn

Ethan and the others have Jesse on his stomach with hands behind his back. I slowly make my way over to the side of the bed. My heart sinks as she doesn’t open her eyes. Even if she wanted to, I know she couldn’t. Her eyes are swollen shut. I gently undo the chains from Emory’s ankles and wrists. She is passed out, partly because of the blood loss and partly because of the beating she just survived. I fear what would have happened if we didn’t come through the door.

She is covered in blood from the cuts. I slowly look up and down her body and see the little cuts everywhere. The knife is on the bed, covered in her blood. I gently take her into my arms, her head resting against my chest as I turn and look at Jesse. His eyes are deadlocked on Emory as I turn and walk out of the room and up the stairs. His screams fill the entire house as I make my way up the stairs and down the narrow hallway to the broken-down door.

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