Page 62 of Shattered Hope
“All I wanted was my freedom,” I spurted out.
“Freedom? You married me of your own free will. No one forced you to. You knew the terms - till death do us part – so, what freedom?” he asked, shaking my head from side to side as pain exploded on my head.
“This is the twenty-first century… not the middle ages,” I grumbled through gritted teeth, struggling to stay in control.
But it wasn’t easy… not when I knew he had brought me here to kill me. He couldn’t afford for me to show up and ruin his story. The police would want to find out the truth.
“You should have played your part, Ailani… things would have been so much easier…” he said, pulling me higher to slap me in the face a few times. “Now, I have to clean up the mess you made.”
Fighting the dizziness and pain from his blows, I dared to ask. “Aren't you afraid of the consequences?”
“What consequences? No one will ever find you,” he pulled me to my knees. “No one is looking for you, and the world thinks you’re already dead,” he said with a cruel twist on his lips.
“How can you be so sure?” I asked, in a trembling voice.
I knew he was right… Jayden wouldn’t bother looking for me, and Jonathan didn’t care enough.
“I paid a little visit to your lover. Told him how many times you had done this… run away from home, to have fun with other men before you came home asking for forgiveness…” he mocked me. “I even played the loving husband that forgave it all and took you back with open arms… you should have seen his face. He looked so disgusted, I thought he was going to puke all over his fancy carpet,” he added before he threw me to the floor.
I closed my eyes to keep my tears away, determined to not let him see how much his words hurt me. Being with Jayden made me see how good a relationship could be in a short time---too short. I wanted more … I deserved more…
Daniel untied my hands and ankles and dragged me to a bed on the other side of the room. I hadn't paid that much attention to the place he had brought to, knowing I wouldn’t escape whatever he had in mind for me… not this time.
He threw me in bed. “Take your clothes off. I plan to have some fun before I finished the job that brought me here,” he ordered, while he started to take off his own clothes.
I laughed. Hell would freeze over before I assist him in his damn games. “You want me naked? Do it yourself,” I spat out, showing all my hatred and determination.
He stopped unbuttoning his shirt. “Really? Is this the way you want to play it?”
“The sooner you kill me, the better,” I assured him. “I’m not making things easier for you.”
“You’ll change your mind… you always do,” he said, with a disdainful scowl in his face.
At this point, making him lose his patience would be my best move. He had been very close to killing me in the past. Only my surrender had appeased his rage, but today, I planned to take him to the edge… make sure this was over as soon as possible.
Planning my next move carefully, I rushed to the other side of the room, hiding behind the small table. There was no place to run to, but I wasn’t trying to escape… just to make Daniel lose his mind.
He fell for it, as I knew he would. He chased me around the room, getting more and more furious with each second that went by until he finally grabbed me and dragged me by my hair back to the bed.
He tied my hands to the headboard using his tie before he cut off my clothes with his knife, heedless of the cuts and wounds he inflicted in me. He loved seeing me covered in blood.
Once I was naked, he straddled my body and punched me in the face a few times.
“Do you know how hard it was not to hit you in the face?” he asked, with a fierce scowl, right after he slapped my face, splitting my lower lip. “But we couldn’t have people asking questions, could we? Fortunately, I don’t have to worry about that now,” he added, before he punched me one more time, knocking me out.
When I came to, he was already naked, standing over me with an empty glass on his hand. Cold water streamed down my face, and I shivered.
“I couldn’t start the party without you, could I?” he asked, crawling in bed and crouching between my legs.
I squirmed and struggled to push him away, but he only laughed at my vain attempts. Pushing my legs up, he thrust himself deep inside me, ripping me apart.
Oblivious of my pain, he raped me for a few minutes until he pulled out and came all over my naked body, his favorite way to humiliate me.
“Such a good slut,” he whispered in my ear before he bit the earlobe hard until it bled.
“You’ll burn in hell, bastard!” I yelled at him.
He laughed and pulled the belt out of his pants. Whipping me had always aroused him, and this time was no different. It only took him a few minutes to get ready for round number two.
