Page 84 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

I look up and see the pathetic piece of shit sitting in a chair. Another chill washes over me, and when I look down, I notice that I'm naked. My wrists are bound and the clinking was from the chains rubbing on the edge of the tub.

"Where am I?" I croak.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Let me go." I look at him defiantly. "He's going to kill you."

He leans forward in the chair, causing it to groan. "Oh, you mean your little boyfriend." He chuckles. "I was wondering when he would fuck you out of his system and let you go, but I think he's getting attached. Again." He slides his finger over my arm and I pull my arm away, causing the metal to bang. He chuckles harder. "You'll get used to my touch. I wonder if he'll still want you after I fuck you?"

I take three calming breaths. He'll come for me. Alaric will come.

I smile and allow a little laugh to escape, wiping the one off his face. "Is that what you think? Honestly?" I get up on my knees. "Do you know how many men I've had to fuck? Pussy I have licked?" I use the pad of my forefinger to make little circles over the white porcelain tub. "And you're worried about little insignificant you." I laugh. The sound echoing.

"You bitch. You're nothing but a whore."

"But you want to marry me. The woman your own father jerks his wrinkled cock to while I bathe myself."

He walks up and yanks the chains so that I'm facing him on my knees. He undoes his belt and I inwardly cringe, hearing the sound of the belt buckle. He pulls himself out and rubs the tip of his penis near my mouth. "Suck it," he demands in a lethal tone.

My eyes flick up. My lips break into a smile. A flicker of confusion crosses his expression. I'll take my chances. Fuck him. His grips my hair, wrapping it around his fist and pushing his hard cock into my mouth, making me want to gag, but I don't. He pinches my nipple, but I block out the pain of the sting.

"I've always wanted you like this. I've been waiting a long time to have you, Veronica. Do you know how it feels to watch someone get everything, including the woman he wants."

I open my mouth and he slides his pathetic excuse of a cock in my mouth and I bite down. I bite down hard with my molars.

"Aahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! You bitch!" he screams.

The taste of copper fills my mouth. He releases my nipple and tries to push me off his cock, but I lock my jaw. He manages to push me off him in one hard push, but I feel my teeth scrape his shaft. His eyes widen when he looks down at his mangled cock. Blood is dripping everywhere. Down my chin. All over his thighs.

"Oh fuck!" His voice croaks on the last part. "You bit my dick"––he grabs it, doubling over–– “You crazy bitch."

I spit the blood from my mouth at his cock in that way I 've seen football players do on the football field. "That's just a preview. The next time I'll bite it off." I smile. "Don't worry. You'll get used to my touch."

The sound of a boom from a door opening comes from behind him. My heart is beating like a wild racehorse. A chill racks my body, hoping there isn't someone else with him. I hear footsteps behind him coming from the shadows. Dorian slides his pants on and runs into the darkness in the opposite direction. There is only a small construction light shining down on me like a spotlight, but it's keeping me from seeing. My eyes try to focus.

I hear Valen's voice. "Veronica?”

I sag in relief, crying and laughing like a mad woman. When I see Alaric rush up behind him, looking at the chains binding my wrist, he lifts my chin to see if I'm bleeding. His brows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched.

"Are you hurt?” he asks. "Tell me where?" he says while his eyes inspect my face and body.

"No." I sigh with relief but feel a wave of dizziness when I take a deep breath.

"I can get the chain off from the back," Valen announces behind me, hearing the sound of the chains rattle against the tub.

"You're bleeding," he says while removing his t-shirt. "What did he give you?"

I shake my head softly. "The blood…It's not mine. He drugged me…made me smell…something."

"Motherfucker."

"I got it," Valen says out of breath. My arms sag when the chains are released and Alaric loosens the metal rubbing on my irritated wrists. "Get her in the car and I'll go see if I can find this asshole."

"Alright but be careful."

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Abandoned house four miles from Kenyan," he replies, placing his black shirt over my head, beyond glad that is falls right above my knees.

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