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I feel more naked now than I did a moment ago and it has nothing to do with actually being naked in front of him right now.His body is starting to lean into mine.I can fucking smell him, taste him, feel his warmth spreading against my skin.
It is the fact that he can get inside my head, mind fucks me with simple words, words that shouldn’t affect me, but they do.And it pisses me off because I know him.And I understand that the Tristan I know so well will come to the surface sooner or later.And whoever this is right now against my body will disappear.
He can try to change.He can make me all the promises his wants.But it doesn’t change the fact that I’d rather take my own life than be his fucking sex slave wife for the rest of my life.
This Tristan I don’t know.This Tristan is nothing but a liar.This is not who he is.I have seen the real him and this is not him.It can’t be.
Chapter Nineteen
Ethan
I feel the cold marble floor on my back as the pain in my stomach starts to increase.That dude stabbed me.He fucking stabbed me!
What kind of man does it from behind?A coward that’s who.He couldn’t even look me in the eyes while he did it.Fucking pussy.
“You really think she would want you when she can have me?”I hear Tristan ask.I open my eyes and see him kneeling beside me.
His question takes me off guard.Nothing should by now, but Tristan likes to play mind games and I know that this is just another one.
He wants me to believe that I don’t deserve her, and I am not going to fall for it.I am not going to let him fuck with me like that.He doesn’t know how much I love her and need her, and a man like him will never understand.
I take a deep breath as I continue to stare at Tristan.Just like before, he is calm, his breathing even and steady.His words are fighting words, but I don’t have the energy to give him what he wants.Nothing I say will change the situation I’m in right now.
I lift my hands and place them over the stab wound.I can feel the blood coming out.Very slowly.He doesn’t want to kill me, at least not right now.He is not the kind of man to make it quick.He wants me to suffer.He wants to watch me die.
He wants to once again show that he has complete control over what happens.
I can tell I’ve already lost a lot of blood.My body feels weak and heavy.My heart rate starts to increase as I look away from Tristan and slowly look around the room.Or at least the part of the room I can see.
This room is clean and put together.Everything is black marble.He wants to show off, wants to show me just how much power he has.
I turn my head back to Tristan, his eyes rapidly search mine.“I love her,” I whisper, feeling my stomach turn into knots.I have been shot and stabbed before, but this feels different.This feels so different, and I don’t think it has anything to do with the wound.
When I was in the life before Shawn found me, I was fighting to be king.I wanted it all and with that came being shot and stabbed, but I didn’t really have anything worth fighting for.This time I am fighting for her, not for myself.
I have no fucking idea how I’m going to get out of this, how I’m going to get Jenn out of here.The only I hope I have is Shawn and my people coming in time to save her even if they can’t save me.But I guess I knew that when I let them take me so easily.I wanted inside, and now here I am—inside and bleeding.
