Page 88 of Bound By Secrets

His laughter stops, and the silence is haunting.

“You wouldn’t remember. You were completely out of it. I’ll give it to you, you still gave up a good fight, but it was pretty pointless, wasn’t it? I still managed to force my way inside of you. Honestly, Fraser would’ve been better paying for a prostitute because you’re quite a lousy lay.”

I continue shaking my head and my face scrunches in disgust.

“No, you’re lying! I-I’d remember.”

His brows rise and he smirks as his thumb slides along the side of my face.

“I like this look in your eye, Callie. You look sceptical and disgusted, but mostly, I can see the little cracks inside of you starting to form, and I think I know exactly how to shatter you.”

He spins the knife in his hand once more before plunging it into my thigh. My eyes roll, and an anguished cry rips from my throat before darkness clouds my vision.

My body is limp, and shivers wrack through me as my head spins. I can hear movement around me, but with my eyes closed, I’m unsure of what Cameron is doing or where he is.

The feel of thick, gloopy blood running down my leg is worrying me and my ragged breathing is alerting my semi-conscious mind that I’m slowly dying. Every time I force my eyes open, I can only manage for a few seconds before I feel like I’m close to passing out again.

I’m pretty sure that I’m now slumped in a chair instead of being strapped down to a table. The bindings are gone from my wrists and I can move my arms, but my ankles must still be tied down, or maybe my legs have stopped working from the amount of blood loss.

All the fear has drained from my body since I gained consciousness after Cameron stabbed my thigh and I passed out from the pain.

All I feel now is despair.

I know that I should still be hopeful that the twins or Brad, Nate and Ryker will be able to save me before Cameron inevitably kills me, but I’m not. I know they’re aware that I’m gone. I’ve heard Cameron speaking to them, taunting them, whilst he thinks I’m still passed out, but I don’t believe that they'll find me in time.

Cameron stated he’s had this planned for years. His plan is simple, he wants to break me, and then he wants to kill me.

If he was being truthful about raping me, then that may very well be my undoing. I’ve been violated for years and taken against my will, but I knew about it. I’ve had time to accept it and come to terms with it. Learning that someone else has been inside of me without my knowledge, let alone that someone being a person that I always believed was my eldest brother, would completely ruin me.

Each time I feel Ryker’s knife brush against my skin, the tiniest amount of hope simmers beneath my skin, although my body's lack of strength squashes that slither of hope.

In the past, I never would’ve thought I’d be capable of killing someone.

Now, if I could reach into my bra and grab the knife that I have tucked away, I’d use all of my strength to plunge it into Cameron’s chest.

A loud chortle sounds around the room seconds before fingers thread into my hair and yank my head up.

“Open your eyes, Callie. I know you’re awake.”

My eyelids flutter, and flashes of Cameron’s grinning face enter my vision. He tuts and uses the hand gripping my hair to shake my head from side to side.

My brain rattles against my skull, and a stinging sensation runs across my scalp.

I force my eyes wide open, hissing at the burn that comes with the action.

“That’s better.” He drops my head, strolling away from me. “I need you to keep them open, I have something to show you.”

“I-I can’t.”

“If you can’t keep them open, then I’ll force them open.”

“No,” I mumble, blinking and fighting against the burn, willing myself to keep them open and focused on him.

“You’re losing a lot of blood, Callie, so I need you to focus. It’d be really anti-climactic if you die before getting to watch the video.”

I watch him turn his back towards me, moving items around on the metal table until he picks something up and then walks over to a black duffel bag on the floor beside him.

When he pulls out a small glass bottle with a clear liquid inside, my arms and legs twitch, wanting to move so that I can get away from the impending danger.

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