Page 4 of Save Me

“Sure…oh, and I have something else for you,” His voice interrupts the silence, drawing my attention to the rectangle-shaped box he retrieves from his back pocket. Confusion knits my brows together as he hands it to me. “Happy Birthday, Star,” he says, a hint of regret in his tone. “I know it’s late, but better late than never, right?”

The day after Zavier brought me here was my 24th birthday.

My birthday…ourbirthday.

Argent and I were supposed to go on our first date for our birthday, a day that was meant to be special. My eyes well up with tears, but I fight to keep them at bay, swallowing hard. I take the box and quickly open it, inside is a beautiful necklace—a heart-shaped locket. With trembling hands, I open the heart and my stomach drops. It’s a photo of me and Zavier from when we dated. Forcing a tight smile, I mumble my thanks, attempting to return the locket back in the box. However, he swiftly takes it from my grasp and movesbehind me to fasten it around my neck. I resist the urge to recoil, not wanting to provoke him further.

A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers brush against my hair, gently adjusting it to accommodate the necklace. “It looks beautiful on you,” he murmurs, his eyes piercing into mine as he stands before me.

Avoiding his gaze, I offer a strained smile and mutter another thank you, desperately hoping this will be the end of our interaction for the night. But luck is not on my side as his next words leave me frozen, my entire being going numb.

“I know how you could properly thank me,” he declares, and my widened eyes lock with his, filled with dread and apprehension.

No, no.

“Zavier, please don’t—” I try to plead, but my words are cut short as he forcefully rips the blanket from my trembling body. The sudden movement startles me, and the air feels icy against my exposed skin. With a tight grip on my shoulders, he slams me against the unforgiving ground, the impact resonating with a loud thud that echoes in my ears.

Desperation floods my veins as I summon every ounce of strength to push him away, but his hold on me remains unyielding. In a desperate attempt to defend myself, I claw at his cheek, the sharp pain of my nails sinking into his flesh. The expression that contorts his face is a chilling mix of rage and fury, causing my blood to run cold.

His open palm strikes my cheek with a force that sends my head snapping to the side. “You ungrateful bitch!” The sting is immediate and tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Soft sobs escape my trembling lips as I cradle my throbbing cheek, the taste of salt mingling with the metallic tang of fear in my mouth.

Without warning, he forcefully spreads my legs apart, causing a surge of panic to course through me. I struggle, attempting to kick my legs free from his grasp, but his grip only tightens, leaving painful bruises in its wake.

“What the fuck is this?” he sneers and as I lift my head to see what has caught his attention, a wave of nausea washes over me, draining the color from my face.

Shit.

His finger glides over the deep ‘A’ etched into my thigh. The intensity of his anger emanates from him, practically palpable in the air. I can almost hear his blood vessels pulsating, on the verge of bursting. That night when Argent claimed me, marking me as his, remains etched in my memory like a vivid painting. The ‘A’ serves as a constant reminder of our connection, the only tangible link I have to him

“How—w-why is this shit here?” his voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. His eyes bore into mine, their intensity piercing through my soul.

I summon the courage to respond, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I belong tohim.”

Deep and rumbling, a sinister chuckle reverberates from his chest, sending shivers down my spine. He locks his gaze with mine, a chilling certainty in his eyes as he utters those chilling words, “Not anymore.”

He harshly grabs my shoulders, his grip digging into my flesh, and forcefully turns me around. My front meets the cold, unforgiving floor, sending a shiver down my spine. Tears stream down my face, mingling with the saltiness of fear. The realization of the horrificfate that awaits me settles in, weighing heavy on my chest.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he hastily mutters, his words dripping with a sickening anticipation. “You always acted like a fucking prude, not wanting to give me anything, so now… I’m going to take it.” He sneers and with a violent tug, he rips my underwear away, the fabric slicing into my skin, eliciting a sharp, agonizing scream from my lips. He then uses the fabric of my underwear to tie my hands to the pole behind us.

Desperation takes over as I kick my legs, a futile attempt to stop him. His grip tightens around the nape of my neck, his fingers digging into my vulnerable flesh. The sound of his belt unbuckling fills the air, causing my breath to quicken and my heart to race uncontrollably. Each inhale is a struggle, a desperate attempt to calm the storm within.

Suddenly, without warning, he thrusts into me; the force causing an excruciating scream to escape my lips. My eyes squeeze shut, trapping the tears that flow relentlessly down my cheeks. The sobs that escape my mouth with each agonizing thrust echo through the room, a haunting symphony of pain and violation.

I try my best to divert my thoughts, to escape the reality of the moment. I refuse to focus on the pain, the relentless thrusting, and the violation of my body and soul. The guilt. Instead, I let my mind wander to where I wanted to be.

With Argent.

I conjure an image of his face, his mesmerizing green eyes that light up when he sees me, his beautiful smile that warms my heart. I can almost hear his comforting voice, whispering my name, offering solace in this nightmare.

'My little star'

I’m snapped out of my whirlwind of thoughts as Zavier collapses heavily on top of me, indicating that he finished. The details of whether he pulled out or finished inside of me are hazy, but at this moment, I couldn’t care less. All I want is for him to get away from me, to remove his repulsive hands from my body.

His warm breath dances against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, as he softly utters, “Did I miss out onthis?” The mere thought of him being inside me makes me recoil instantly. There are no tears left toshed, no fight left within me. I’m numb, both mentally and physically.

The pressure lifts as he stands up, the sound of his belt clinking fills the air as he hastily pulls his pants back on. “Christ, look at the mess you’ve made,” he remarks, before his footsteps gradually fade into the distance, ascending the stairs. I remain motionless, unable to move. I pray for a miracle, begging for my heart to stop beating, so I’ll be put out of this misery.

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