Page 56 of Be My Sinner

She fights with her whole body, yanking on her head and ripping strands from her scalp. Her hands slap and push at me, digging into my bruised and battered flesh, while her legs try to kick and knee me in the balls. All her fight succeeds in doing is turning me on further and exhausting her.

“Enough, Ezekiel! The poor girl has been through a trauma. Let us get her to safety and add no further injury to her body or mind,” my father shouts at me, forcing me to dislodge my lips from hers, and she tries her best to bite my face.My little ravenous wolf.

Somewhere in the house, a door slams loudly, and that has Dinah coming back to herself as she looks around the room for Sammy, who has walked out of it while I kissed her. I offer her a sad smile at the hurt that crosses her features. She is alone amongst her enemy, amongst the hyenas who would like nothing more than to devour her and pick her bones clean. “I am your salvation, Snow. You had better start realizing that now.”

I push her towards the doorway and my father’s waiting form. He exits the room with one contemptuous look back at me and then leaves the house, heading towards his vehicle, and I shove Dinah in the same direction.

“Wait! Sammy.” She turns her sorrowful eyes to me, and in their depths, I see fear. Genuine fear, not the shit she was showing my father. “Please, Zeke. Please, I need him. He’s my Abe.”

Her words are a knife burying deep inside of me with a force that almost takes my breath.He is her Abe.Does that mean she will not survive without him? Does she know how much Abe means to me? She must. She’s been watching us for a long time, it seems. Can I really deprive her of the man she breathes for, even if that man is not me?

What if someone tried to take Abe from you? How would you react? What lengths would you go to to get him back?I’d do anything. I’d do everything I could to get him back, and I’d never stop fighting. Never.

“He will be right behind us in another vehicle, Snow. I will not remove him from your life.” I lick my lips and watch as she tracks the movement. “At least not yet.”

Chapter 28

The Sinner

Dinah

Ifindmyselfpacingonce more within the confines of this bedroom, the space that Ezekiel thrust and abandoned me into. Back and forth, my steps echo between the barred window and the locked door, a relentless dance that mirrors the mounting pressure within me. With each stride, my blood surges as if demanding release, threatening to shatter the fragile vessel of my composure. I am now a captive in this once-familiar house, dragged here against my will, my protests silenced in the oppressive air by Ezekiel’s threats.

Upon our arrival at the capital, and the entrance into the heavily guarded Rothesay compound, I found no need for pretense of my insanity any longer. I had truly become unhinged. My sanity had unraveled like a threadbare tapestry. I lashed out, kicking, screaming, and thrashing at anyone foolish enough to draw near, drawing blood and sowing fear in those unfortunate enough to be within my reach.

Hate was a song sung to me by a cruel and unrelenting mistress in my mind, and with her melody, she demanded that I fight against the restraints of a fate I did not wish to succumb to.

I even succeeded in sinking my teeth into the side of Ezekiel’s neck, leaving behind a gruesome imprint of my teeth, which showcased themselves as his blood trickled down his skin. His parents watched in horror as he carried me forcefully into the house, as though I were nothing more than a misbehaving child to be dealt with.Motherfucker.

The headbutt I delivered as we crossed the threshold of his front door was nothing short of brutal, sending both of us tumbling to the floor, clutching our throbbing skulls. The pain didn’t deter me, though, as I tried to gouge out his pretty eyes, and had to be physically restrained by three menacing guards. All of the malicious profanity that left my lips directed at everyone in the room had his distraught mother collapsing into a fainting spell.Weakass bitch.

Whenever Ezekiel dares to approach me, I unleash a snarl and become a wild creature poised to strike. The walls and doors have borne the brunt of my fury, enduring relentless kicks and punches. This once-opulent and luxurious prison of a room now lies in complete ruins; even the imposing four-poster bed has succumbed to my rage, and toppled to the floor.

The windows, once a glimmer of hope, are now barred from the outside—a direct response to my desperate attempt to escape hours ago through them. Now, there is no escape from this wretched captivity. I am once again a prisoner of the Order.

Damn it, I despise him.Every fiber of my being revolts against his very existence. I should’ve allowed Sammy to finish him on those cliffs. My lapse in fucking judgment birthed this nightmare. Sammy’s whereabouts remain a mystery; I caught only a fleeting glimpse of him when they dragged me into the Rothesay mansion, but hours have since passed without any sign of him.

No matter how weary and battered my body, rest remains an elusive specter. Thoughts whirl relentlessly within the confines of my mind, and fear clutches me, pulling me into its suffocating abyss. I’m a damned fool. I placed trust where it never should have been bestowed. For a fleeting moment, I dared to believe Ezekiel would protect Sammy and me from harm. Yet, here I languish, imprisoned within these walls, while preparations are being made to wed me to that wretched bastard.

As much as I fucking hate him right now, and I would love to take one of my blades to his throat, slicing it open from ear to ear, and then bathing in his hot blood, I can’t because I don’t have any weapons left. The malicious asshole personally conducted a search once we arrived at the house, discovering what I had concealed beneath that hideous black dress. The memory causes a shudder to race over my skin.

“Remove your dress willingly, Snow, so I don’t have to fucking hurt you, even though nothing would bring me more pleasure right now. We both know you have weapons stashed somewhere on you.” His brows knit in a grave expression as I make yet another attempt to slip past him towards the door.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit. I will end you for what you have done!” I scream, grab a whiskey decanter from the side table, and throw it at his head. It crashes, hitting the wall and shattering as he avoids the missile.

“You’re being such a difficult bitch, and here I’m trying to help you, to save you. How fucking ungrateful you have become, Snow.” He lunges at me as I throw yet another bottle at him. His words sting like barbs in my skin.

“Ungrateful? Difficult? Let me show you how ungrateful and difficult I am. Come here so I can rip out your fucking heart, you monster!” I let my left arm fly out and whack him in the side of the head, as I quickly move backward and jump over one of the chairs in the room. A large crash sounds behind me as he shoves furniture out of the way to get at me.

“We can do this the easy way, Snow, or the fucking hard way! Why do you have to be so fucking difficult? Just give me the weapons!” He roars and charges me, sending an ottoman flying across the area rug and slamming into a wall.

“Screw you! You’ll never have power over me!” My anger flares, a searing blaze in the depths of my being.

“Hard way it is!” He growls back and charges at me, his shoulder hitting my stomach and tossing me onto the ground with a large bang, while his body lands on top of me and crushes me with his heavy weight.

His hand wraps forcefully around my chin, squeezing tightly and preventing me from biting him, as his other hand grabs a fistful of my hideous dress and yanks. The sound of material tearing is loud in the room. “What a pretty, psychotic bitch you are.” His rough, tattooed hand grabs my bra-covered breast and squeezes tightly until a pained gasp escapes my lips.

“Hmm, it looks like you’re all grown up, Snow.” He caresses my tender globe before moving on to my other breast and giving it the same treatment, all while I struggle to fight off his touch. “I’m going to enjoy fucking these beauties while Abe fucks that tight ass of yours.”

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