Page 29 of Bleed With Me
Me:
When are you coming over?
Liv:
I’ll bethere soon.
Me:
Good, make sure you drink some cold water. Get that throat prepped for the pounding its going to receive.
Liv:
Awwe so romantic.
Rolling my eyes, I place the phone back on the bed and continue studying. Hours go by and she still hasn’t shown up. I yawn and stretch my limbs then grab my phone and call her. Bringing the phone to my ear it rings and rings then goes to voicemail. I dial again and…same thing. Getting up from my bed I throw a hoodie on and leave my room and head to hers. The halls are completely silent as I walk to the girls wing. Passing the cafeteria I see a few people sitting around since we can’t go outside. Little does anyone realize that the man they are looking for, is right under their noses. Shaking my head I get to her room and bang on the door, taking out my phone I look at the camera and see she hasn’t been there since this morning. Fuck! I swear to god she better not be with fucking pickle face. I take a deep breath asmy heart and mind play a wicked game against one another.Can I really trust her?
Walking back down near the cafeteria, I look outside at the bridge. Maybe she’s on her way from the sorority house. I take my phone out of my pocket and hit her number again as ringing in my ear echoes around me.What the fuck?I remove the phone from my ear trying to catch the ringing in the distance. I step back down the hall and it stops. I dial her again, stepping further away from the door but the ringing that echoes is faint and the further I walk the more it quiets. Is it coming from outside? Dialing yet again, I hear it get louder the closer I get to the exit. I swing it open and see the light flashing from her screen halfway to the bridge laying in the snow. Running towards it, I check my surroundings as I pick her phone up and silence it. I close my eyes and listen but all I hear is the wind whirling, the owls hooting and footsteps crunching through the snow in the distance. Opening my eyes, I spin and head for the maze, trying to be silent as I walk quickly. Letting my vision adjust to the darkness, I try to track the footsteps in the snow, but there are too many and they go in all different directions.What the fuck?
Suddenly my phone vibrates in my hand and I open the screen and growl seeing who it is from. Swiping to open I read the text and narrow my eyes.
Father:
You’ve been summoned to the tombs. You have ten minutes to get here.
Me:
Yes, sir.
This is not what I had in mind. My girl is lost somewhere and now I’m being summoned to the tombs.What could they possibly want from me now?
Salt Burn
Liviana
Warning: **Brutal On-Page Rape and Intense Sexual Assault with objects
My arms scream at me as I open my eyes and realize I’m hanging from chains completely naked, as the cold air bites up my skin, making me shiver uncontrollably. Something snaps at my back, and I scream out as a chant echoes through the room. I look around and see I’m in a basement. There are no windows, just me suspended by chains that have my shoulders close to ripping out of their sockets. I scream for help, but my throat is raw from the lack of water.How long have Ibeen in here? Am I still on school grounds?My mind is whirling with a million different questions as another whip slices against my back, sending me swinging forward. I groan from the pain. I bet my tattoo is fucking ruined. The wings I spent hours drawing–the wings that protect me are gone, wilting with every lash my flesh receives.
“Ahh, she’s awake. Hello, Liviana.” A deep voice speaks, as a man dressed in a red cloak comes to stand before me. I shiver looking into his eyes, the same ones that I’m so familiar with, but are on a body I’ve never seen before.
“Who are you? What do you want?” I ask, and another lash hits my back, causing me to cry out. My skin rips into two, and I can feel the cold air fly across it, making me wince from the burn. I bite the inside of my cheek, and the taste of copper coats my aching throat.
Blood sprays out of my mouth as the blow to the face sends my head snapping to the side from the impact.Fuck.
“You don’t speak unless I give you permission. You are to show me respect!” He growls, and I gather the blood in my mouth and spit it in his face. Anotherslap to the face sends my whole body swinging backwards, stretching my shoulders even further than they already are. I want to scream, but I bite my tongue. I don’t want to be hit anymore, and I know if I keep lashing out at him, I may never leave here. I may be chained and naked, but I won’t give up without a fight. “Do you know why you are here, Liviana?” He asks, and I shake my head, pulling against my restraints. “You are here because my son can’t seem to keep his dick out of you. Plus this is the second time you killed one of our members,” he says, and my eyes widen.That’s why his eyes are so familiar, but hold on a second. Who the hell did I kill that was a member? A member of what?
Suddenly, the door to my right screeches open and Hayes walks into the room. I let out a breath, hanging my head in relief, knowing Hayes will put a stop to this and I’ll be released and in his bed before I know it. He makes eye contact with me for a split second but then he looks away.What the fuck?
“You made it, I was just telling your girlfriend why she is here,” Hayes’ father says, and his smile sends chills up my spine.
“She’s not my girlfriend, Father,” Hayes responds through gritted teeth. His response alone sends a knife right through my heart, making me want to shatter at his feet.I raise my head slowly, taking in his body language. He seems off – his spine is ramrod straight, and his facial features reveal nothing. Does Hayes have a twin I didn’t know about, because who the fuck is this standing in here?
“Are you sure about that? Because your marking seems to be littered all over her perfect skin.” he says to his son as I thrash against the chains which only earns me another lash to my back, making me cry out.
“Hayes, please,” I whisper but he pays no mind to me. He doesn’t look mad or even shocked that I’m literally hanging from chains.
“I fucked her, big deal. I get a little knife happy when I’m getting a nut off,” Hayes chuckles, and my heart drops hearing him talk about our time together as if it meant nothing to him. I thrash again against the chains, wanting to sink my nails into his eyes for acting like this.
