Page 26 of Loki
Fuck!
My eyes wandered around the room, gazing at the red walls and rich, dark mahogany furniture I hadn’t seen before trying to gauge where I was. I definitely wasn’t back inside the cage.
“Where am I?” I pulled at the restraints as panic rose inside me. “Help! Help! Somebody, help me!”
“Good you’re awake.”
As his voice reached my ears, it was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on top of me. An overwhelming sense of fear washed over me, making it difficult for me to breathe. Just those three words pierced through my entire being, filling me with an overwhelming sense of despair. If he was here that meant I didn’t get away. Did Lila get away?
Fuck! This isn’t good.
“Let me go!” I screamed to the top of my lungs and all he did was laugh at me. My eyes shifted to the man standing beside him. “Please help me…”
I tried to plead to the same doctor who gave me the birth control shot to please do something other than stand there and ignore the situation I was in. The situation we were both in. I was tied to a goddamn bed, and they were forcing him to do shit, and he stood there like all this was fucking normal.
“You can go, Doc,” Owen Decker said, waving his hand not sparing the man a second glance.
The doctor’s eyes shifted to me, and he hesitated for just a moment. Hope surged inside me. Maybe he was going to step up and help me get out of here. Then as quickly as hope surged inside me, my heart sunk to my gut when defeat blanketed his face.
“Do something!” I shouted as he dropped his head. “You can’t just leave me here!”
As he turned towards the door to leave me with this psycho, I couldn’t let him go without him knowing exactly what I thought about him. He was weak.
“Coward! If you have a daughter or a wife, I hope they soon find out how much of a weak ass man you really are!”
He didn’t respond but hurried out of the room. When the door closed behind him, Owen Decker walked to a dresser that had a gigantic mirror on the far wall at the end of the bed. I glared at his reflection in the mirror, and the indifference on his face made me want to slap him.
How can he do this to another human being without any remorse?
“You know, I underestimated you, Ms. Honoré,” he said, as he removed his cufflinks from the sleeves of his white dress shirt and sat them in a silver dish sitting on top of the large, mirrored dresser.
He was going about his normal routine like he didn’t have me tied to a damn bed.
“I thought after witnessing what the other women go through you would fall in line. That you would not cause trouble because you would see what the consequences would be. Milo even said you had learned your lesson and let him handle you. But I guess that wasn’t the case. Who helped you escape?”
Who the fuck is Milo?
“I’m not telling you shit! Let me go!” I screamed, pulling at my restraints. “You fucking psycho!”
He shook his head, as he leisurely removed his watch, and the wedding band he wore on his left hand, then sat them both in the same silver dish as the cufflinks like I hadn’t said one word to him.
“I always get the answers I need. So, since you don’t want to tell me who helped you, I guess it’s time I teach you a lesson since you failed to learn the first time. One that I’m sure you will never forget because Ms. Honoré, I’m the one that’s in fucking charge. Not you. And I’m the one that says what goes. Not you.”
“Does your wife know you’re a fucking monster?” I asked, and he scoffed which told me all I needed to know. He didn’t care what she thought about what he was doing, or she was complicit in all this shit. “Does your daughter?”
That got his attention.
“Wait until she finds out that her daddy is a fucking rapist who likes little girls! She better make sure her friends are never around you.”
God, I hope Lila got away.
Owen Decker had been a feature on every national news outlet you could think of, parading himself and his family around as the moral authority and the leader of the party of family values. To everyone he seemed like the doting husband to his wife of fifteen years and loving father to his twelve-year-old daughter.
To the outside world they were the perfect, wholesome family you’d wished you had or were a part of. But it was all a façade. It was all fake, and I was still determined to show the world the monster behind the upstanding father, husband, believer in faith, he showed everyone. They would know he was the sheep in wolves clothing, the Devil in disguise by the time I was through with him. The only reason this story would not come out was if I was fucking dead.
His shoulders stiffened when I mentioned his daughter finding out her loving father was a fucking psycho. I didn’t know if it was the smartest thing to get under the man’s skin at the moment, but I was tired of keeping quiet. I was tired of letting fear take over me. He was going to do whatever the hell he wanted to do to me anyway, so it didn’t matter if I fought back. It didn’t matter if I behaved, and I’d rather be dead than live a life like this. I wasn’t a coward, and I was tired of acting like one.
He angrily tore the tie from his dress shirt and carelessly threw it onto the mirrored dresser. As he turned to me, his face twisted with rage, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. I didn’t careabout the consequences I’d faced. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted, but he was going to hear how much of a monster he was while doing it.
