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The only difference between me and him is he actually cares about my little captive, and I just want her.
"But, you can trust me on this, brother. I may have sworn to keep her safe and meant every fucking word of it when you asked me to, but that changed really fucking quick as soon as I walked through your front door. Blaine just sped up the process. If you want to be pissed at someone about what your daughter is going through right now, be pissed at me. If you take your anger out on the guys or try to report what's happening, it will do you no good and will leave you without a job, along with a lengthy prison sentence. I don't even need to use your oath against you. You forget I can easily bring Lillian out of hiding and convince her to report what you did to her while she was pregnant with Aria," I threaten aggressively.
His eyes widen and he pales at my words. "You wouldn't. You can't."
"Oh, I can. You forget. I introduced you to her and she ismy sister, after all." I sneer the words in disgust. I hate referring to that wretched woman as that, let alone in any familial terms.
CHAPTERTWELVE
ARIA
Isleep through most of the day, knowing full well that I'll need all the rest I can because the guys are going to start torturing me sooner or later. There's no way of escaping, especially since Kai keeps me locked in a bedroom with only one window—and said window is equipped with bars on it. Even if there weren’t any bars, I'm not sure if I have the guts to jump out. Last time I ran, I had a car and he still found me. I have no idea where I am now.
And yet, some strange part of my brain is comfortable in captivity. I know they're going to hurt me but until they do, I'll catch up on my sleep and let them nurse me back to health.
"Wake up." A gravelly voice pulls me from my slumber, and I slowly open my eyes, feeling something cold and metallic against my cheek.
Kai is on top of me, holding a knife against my face. There’s a devious seriousness to his expression.
"Hi," I mumble nervously. As far as I know, I've done nothing to incur his wrath, and yet he seems angry.
"Are you scared now?" he asks, his breath washing over me. He tastes good, like a woodsy musk that I could drown in.
"Yes," I admit, completely taken back by his sudden hostility.
"Good. You should be."
His free palm runs across my bare stomach and I stiffen. Somehow, I'm completely naked, and I'm just now realizing it. He must've undressed me before waking me up.
"Are you going to kill me?" I press, afraid of speaking louder than a whisper.
"No," he answers quickly before slowly sliding the knife down my body, the blade scraping my skin. He mildly grazes my areola as the knife moves over my breast and my nipples harden, a shot of arousal racing through my body.
This shouldn't be as hot as it is. I should be crying for my life but no matter what he does to me, I'll stay strong. It's not like he's going to fuck me with the knife, right?
Right?
My heart races as the blade nicks my thigh and my breath hitches. The pain is mild but has the desired effect. I'm both horny and frightened.
"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, uncertain about what his immediate plan is. Is he going to threaten me and run off before doing anything like last time?
"Whatever I want, but you'll like that, won't you? Even though you should be completely petrified right now, I can see how wet your pussy is. You want me to fuck you, don't you, princess?" he asks, a cocky smirk across his face. "You loved it the last time I fucked you."
"You didn't fuck me," I object.
He cuts my leg again, more blood pouring out of the wound.
"Ow!" I react as he cups my pussy in his hand, an evil sneer on his face.
"You can't have forgotten how I made you come, how I stretched out your pussy," he hisses in my face.
An involuntary moan slips from my lips as his thumb lazily circles my clit. "You didn't fuck me. You raped me. The difference is my consent. I never said you could have my body."
"Oh, you didn't need to, princess," he mutters stubbornly. "Did you really think I missed how you would flirt with me shamelessly?"
Fuck. It wasn't intentional. I didn't even realize I was doing it until the day he raped me.
"Did you think I never caught you undressing me with your eyes? You're kidding yourself if you honestly believe you didn't want me to spread these sexy as fuck legs of yours and fill you with my cock. I even did you a favor by making sure you got a damn good orgasm out of it. Do you need a reminder of that?" He's teasing me. He knows it and I know it. It's made even worse by how his thumb picks up its pace.
