Page 46 of Leather & Lace

He looked like an angel that had just stepped into my room from heaven. Walking up to me, he leans down and brushes my face with his hand.

“It’s okay, baby girl. It will all be over soon.” Taking my face in his hands, he leans in and kisses me softly on my bruised and bloody face. As he pulls away, I see a bit of red staining his lips from his kiss.

I sit there and just stare into his eyes as my body is taken from me. Motionless...lifeless. I want to die. After about an hour, the attackers left my room. Eli’s vision is still laying beside me. I know I have fucking lost my mind at this point. I know he truly isn’t here, but my brain has made a coping mechanism for me.

I can feel I am still naked. They left me bound in the cords. Sweat and cum cover my naked body. Having Eli here with me takes away some of the pain. This daydream I am in... I don’t want to ever wake up from it.

I drift in and out of sleep for what feels like days. Bread and water are the only meals I consume. They untied me when Iwoke up. Threw a pair of large shorts and a large white t-shirt at me to put on.

I have beatings every few hours. Someone will just come into the room and slug me in my face or my stomach, then leave. My ribs are definitely broken. I can tell, because I can hardly breathe without a sharp pain ringing from my chest into my back. This is how I will die.

I have accepted this. As long as I can continue to see Eli come in and out of my vision, I will happily go with the ghost to the next life. I almost feel like he is beckoning me to join him and leave this hell behind.

My arms, legs and chest are covered in bruises. I can hardly see out of my eyes. My nose is broken. How long have I been down here? Days, weeks? I feel I am going to go insane. There are no windows. I don’t have a clock.

Hell, for all I know, it could be only hours I have been here. I will not be able to endure this kind of pain for much longer. It will surely kill me. This is hell. I am sure of it. I need the sweet release of death.

My door slams open, as two men approach me, yanking me up to my feet. One holds me up while the other unlocks my shackled ankles. A red, bloody rash has rubbed on both. I wince from the pain. My entire body is burning from the broken bones and open wounds.

The two men drag me out of the room into a brightly lit warehouse. My eyes burn from the glare of the incandescent lights. I see them taking me to a wooden chair that sits in the middle of the large space. Throwing me down hard, they take the restraints on the arms and lock my wrists to them tightly.

The plastic cuts into my skin. I cry out in pain. As my mouth is open, a ball gag is shoved in and tightened behind my sweat and blood-coated hair. I whimper and sob uncontrollably, snot running down my nose and spit leaking out of the side ofmy open mouth. I try to beg and talk but the gag has my words muffled.

I see Jasper enter the room and walk towards me. Once he reaches my chair, his gloved hand reaches out and wipes some tears off my face. The contact made me want to puke.

“Oh, look how pretty you are now. Even more beautiful than you were before,” he says while grabbing my chin roughly. “Look at me when I am talking to you!” Lifting a hand in the air, I wince and tense up. Holding his hand in the air, he lets out a cruel laugh.

“Oh, look how timid and scared she is.” The other two men laugh as well. “Maybe I will let you two have some fun later tonight with our little slut.” I inhale deeply as more tears fall from my eyes. “You would like that wouldn’t you? You want to guzzle all our cum into that sweet. little pussy of yours.” He says as he takes out a long knife and rips off my shirt, exposing my bare breasts.

The other two men stare and move towards me. My whole body starts to convulse in extreme shaking, making it hard to breathe.

Taking the tip of his knife, he angles it towards my clit. He pushes it through the cotton fabric, so the sharp tip nicks the top of my hood. I scream as he keeps pressure on my stinging wound. He removes the blade and places it on the table next to me. A little blood coating the tip.

“Now, I will let you sit here and think about what a naughty little slut you have been.” He turns and motions the other two men to join him., leaving me alone and helpless in the room. I passed out from the pain.

CHAPTER 26

ELI

My mind is a constant storm. The thought of the unknown drives me into fits of insanity. I have not been able to sleep for two days now. My body is on the brink of a full-blown, manic episode.

Where is she? Does she feel me reaching out to her? My need to devour this earth and shatter anything in my way to reach her is stifling. My heart bleeds continually and the gushing wounds it now bears is my personal brand of hell.

This is all my fault. I knew I should never have given in to her all-consuming spirit. My lust and love for her, fighting my darkest demons and slaying them with just one look.

One touch.

One kiss.

I would fall on my knees to whatever god and gladly offer my soul to spare hers. I wallow in complete and utter madness. It takes everything for me to not kick down every door and burn this entire fucking city to the gound. I circle and circle my phone that lays on the living room table. Waiting for one message, one call from her contacts. But nothing. Silence. I have made over three hundred calls to her phone, sent over a thousand messages, begging him to answer me.

But they all go unanswered, and every call goes straight to voicemail. I don’t know if she is alive or dead at this point. I need to keep faith that something will come through.

I grip my hair and drop to the couch, throwing my head into my hands. Dane stands next to the fireplace, watching mewith intense pain in his eyes. Jenny hasn’t left his bed. She lays in there crying all day and all night. A ghost of a woman now.

“Fuuuck!” I yell as I grab my phone and attempt to call again, no answer. “It’s been two fucking days!” I try to calm my heavy breathing, but fail. My hands shake from the pure adrenaline and anger that runs through my veins.

“I am going to fucking kill him!” I say as I take the glass of whiskey on my table and throw it into the wall, shattering it.

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