Page 6 of Twisted Salvation
“Then who did?” he screams again, nose to nose with me. I am nearly choking on my tears now, hardly able to speak.
“I’m sorry,” I cry. “I talked to my psychiatrist. He wasn’t...”
“He?” Leon asks calmly.
Oh, fuck…
I’m so fucking stupid.
This is bad.
Why did I say that?
Why did I say he?
I always said they.
I lied.
He knows I have lied for six years.
Shit, this is very bad.
“I… Leon, I thought…” I say, starting to plead with him. Before I can say anything, he rears back and slaps me across the face. “I’m sorry, Leon. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry!” he screams. “You lying bitch. You fucking lied. Six goddamn years, Myra.Six! How long have you been fucking him, huh?”
“No. No. No. It’s not like that. He’s just my psychiatrist,” I say quickly.
“Justyour psychiatrist?” he laughs coldly. “You fucking liar. What’s his name?”
“Leon, please,” I beg. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop seeing him. Please, believe me.”
“What is his name?” he asks through gritted teeth, grabbing me by the throat and squeezing. The whiskey smell hits something in my brain, and I fold.
“Dominic Mercer,” I whisper.
Without warning, he balls his fist up and punches me. I scream out in pain as he lets me drop to the floor. He kicks me in the side so hard that it knocks me down flat, giving him the advantage of putting his foot on my back to keep me pinned. I try to get up, but he presses more of his weight on me.
After a second, he grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back to see his phone. “This him?” he asks, showing me a picture of Dominic on his business website.
“Yes,” I sob. He huffs and slams my face on the ground before walking away. I get myself up when I notice that my nose is bleeding. I don’t think it’s broken, but it hurts. As I pull myself up, I see Leon stomping back toward me with a pistol in his hand. I scream, trying to get myself up so I can run, but another hit sends me flat on my back.
“You think you’re going to cheat on me?” he screams and puts the gun to my forehead.
“Please, Leon. Please don’t,” I beg, sobbing hysterically. My tears are choking me out, and I gasp for air between broken cries, frozen with fear. With one hand, he pulls my dress slacks down, and when he roughly flips me to my belly, I try to pull myself away from him. I don’t know why I’m fighting. I know it’s a bad idea, but I don’t want to die. I let out a shrill scream and freeze again when he fires a shot into the floor beside my head. My ears are ringing, and for a second, I think it has hit me. When he leans down and abruptly shoves the full length of his dick into my ass, the pain reminds me that I’m alive.
“Stupid fucking useless bitch,” he grunts as he starts to pound into me, sending waves of intense pain through my groin.
“Stop!” I scream through my tears. “It hurts. Please. Leon, please, stop it.”
“I fucking own you. You’remine,Myra.Mine! Until the day you finally do the world a favor and kill yourself, you’re mine. I should just fucking kill you now,” he shouts at me. He presses the gun to the back of my head as he violently rapes me, and I am crying sohard that I cannot breathe. My nails are dug into the hardwood floor, but a few are now broken and bloody.
I relax just a little when he pulls the gun away from my head, but it’s only to pick up the whiskey bottle from the coffee table beside us. He continues to thrust into me as he chugs from the bottle. I have my phone in my bra. If I can get away for just long enough, I’m calling Dominic. I don’t care that I’ll be homeless. I don’t care about anything but getting away from him. I want to be angry at Dominic for making the report, but I know it was the right thing to do. I don’t think he intended for anyone to tell Leon because I think I made it clear that this would be the result. I’m not blind to the fact that he might kill me one day. He’s volatile and unpredictable when he drinks. It’s my own fucking fault for slipping up and telling him that Dominic is a man.
Eventually, Leon groans as he comes and gets off of me. I stay frozen in fear, too afraid to move. He is still standing close by, so I don’t make a sound. I don’t want to set him off. I just need to get away from him so I can call Dominic.
“Clean up the blood,” he barks.
