Page 25 of Make Her Bleed
I could hit him with that pipe, right? It did take me a lot of convincing to hit my dad but that's because he's my dad, right? He wanted me to hit him to protect myself.
This is for my own safety.
My adrenaline wanes, and my back feels stiff, painfully so. What the hell did he do to my back?
"Ow." I whimper, refusing to meet their gazes.
I'm surrounded by them and obviously I'm not as strong. Kai can easily manhandle me, and I'm powerless to stop it.
Feeling utterly powerless is the worst feeling in the world.
"Here, pretty girl," Knox says as he sits on the bed next to me. I unconsciously flinch from his closeness and he gives me a sympathetic look. "Aria, you need to eat. You've been out for two days."
My gaze drops to his hand that extends a plastic-wrapped sandwich.
Is this a real peace offering or did they poison it?
Maybe they drugged the sandwich and are going to rape me again if I eat it.
The thought has bile rising in my throat.
I quickly shake my head. "I'm not eating that," I say quickly.
"Yes, you are," Kai sneers. "Even if I have to shove it down your throat."
Shove it down my throat? My eyes shoot up to him. The serious look in his eyes is calculated, warning me to relinquish control over to him.
"What the fuck happened to you?" I growl. "I've known you my whole life, and out of nowhere, you flip some switch to be this manipulative, violent dickwad?"
His bright, psychotic eyes darken with anger like I've hit a nerve. I'm guessing my statement was a very bad idea.
"Give me the room," he grits out. For half a second, I think he's talking to me but then Knox sends me an empathetic look before him and Nico hesitantly walk out, gently shutting the door as they step out.
After the incident in the classroom, I'm petrified of being alone with Malakai Harris, and my flight response kicks into overdrive.
I charge for the door but as I'm about to reach the door handle, he grabs my hair and throws me across the room, banging my head against the bedside table.
"Fuck you!" I curse at him, gripping my throbbing scalp.
Kai, eyes black as night, grabs me by the throat and slams my body down on the bed, straddling my waist.
My breathing comes out ragged as he pulls a knife out of his pocket and presses it against my neck.
My body instantly stills, quelling the fight within me. If I move in the slightest bit, he'll cut me. The knife is sharp, and I feel it irritating my skin, scraping the flesh with each breath he takes.
"Don't fucking push me, Aria," he whispers, rage dripping into his words. "Don't think for one second that I won't slit your fucking throat and leave you to choke on your own blood. You're mine, and I will do whatever I please with you. There is nothing you can do to stop me. All resistance will just further piss me off."
His words are honest yet angry. He's mad at me for refusing him, for refusing to do what he wants. He needs control. That's the common denominator for any psychopath. If I strip away control from him, he loses it.
Maybe this can work to my benefit.
My body relaxes.
"I know," I whisper back, breathlessly. His eyes lighten slightly and desire leaks into his gaze as it dances between my eyes and my lips. "I'm not as strong as you," I admit, giving him a semblance of the control he desires. "You will do whatever you want to me, and I can't stop you no matter how much I fight. You already proved that. I ran away and you found me."
He lets out a jagged breath, giving me a taste of him. "Then, why aren't you afraid, little bug?"
This moment between us is toxic and deadly yet it seems unrealistically erotic. He holds a knife to my throat and yet my nipples are hard and my pussy is tightening at the thought of his closeness.
