I felt guilty for leaving him, especially when I was the one who convinced him to take me out. God, what have I done? Who were these men? Would he be ok? I stopped in my tracks when I remembered he had no weapons. I couldn’t just leave him but before I could think of doing anything, a hand came around my waist and another one covered my face with a piece of clothes. I tried to struggle against the grip and breath for air but a stinging smell filled my nose and slowly my eyelids became heavy and my body went limb.
Opening my eyes slowly, I groaned at the pain in my head.
“My Lady? Are you awake?”
I blinked several times before I could see Oliver tied to a chair.
“Don’t worry, I will take us out of here.” He said. His clothes were torn and soaked in blood.
“Are you okay?” I said my voice horse. My throat burned and felt sore. I needed something to drink, but I was tied to a chair too. I looked around the room, it was empty.
“Who were those men?” I asked as fear crept its way into my mind. Oliver opened his mouth to say something, but the door to the room opened and five men entered.
“I see you are finally awake.” one of them said, holding a dagger in his hand. “Let’s get straight to business. How much are you willing to pay us young man?” he said, looking at Oliver.
“Let her go and I will pay you an amount you could only dream of.” Oliver said. The man laughed.
“No no, you bring us the money then we will let the lady go.” the man said.
“No, you let her go, you can keep me and I will bring the money.”
“Listen young man, don’t tell me what to do. Just do what I say or I will scar your wife’s beautiful face ,”
he said as he walked behind me and placed the dagger on my cheek.
My heart pounded so hard in my chest, and I never got so scared in my life before.
“Don’t touch her!” Oliver said, “trust me you touch a hair in her head and you will regret it.” He said in a threatening voice.
Now all of them laughed.
“Ooh I am so scared. Take him and make him bring the money.” he ordered the other men.
Two men untied Oliver from the chair, but his arms and legs were still tied, then they dragged him out of the room. Oliver didn’t struggle this time, he probably knew it was pointless.
“You are a beauty, by the way.” the man said, grabbing my face in his hand. “but you know what? I hate rich people.” He continued disgusted.
“Yeah but come on, brother. She is beautiful.” the other one said as he eyed my breasts, and I regretted immediately that I wore this dress today. I regretted that I went outside of the castle and I regretted not listening to Oliver, but now was too late. I knew what these men wanted to do to me. I could see it in their lustful gazes.
My head throbbed so hard it was hurting and my heart pounded painfully inside my chest. I felt like throwing up because of fear.
“Money is our priority.” the man said.
“Yeah but we can still have fun and get the money.” The man looked at me and licked his lips as his arm slid down to my throat and slowly further down. I was screaming inside, but nothing came out of my mouth. Tears filled my eyes as he grabbed my breast and squeezed it.
“Shh don’t cry.” he said and placed his finger on my lips. “I hate tears.”
Anger took over, and I bit his finger then screamed as loud as I could for help, but the other man slapped me across the face so hard I could taste blood in my mouth. My sore throat burned even more from the scream and my cheek stung so much I wanted to cry.
“Bloody whore!” the one I bit said looking at his finger. As if it wasn’t enough with one slap he slapped me again on the same cheek. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward. I had the urge to spit on his face, but I wouldn’t be able to handle another slap. My face was already in so much pain.
“I will make you regret that you even thought of biting me.”
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Married To The Devils Son.
Chapter 26
The man began to untie my hands and legs.
“Hold her down for me.” He yelled.
The other two men grabbed my arms and pulled me down on the cold floor. I began to scream and struggle hysterically. I would rather die than have them ** me.
“Please stop!! Help me!!” I screamed and every time the man slapped me across the face. I felt no pain this time, just fear, extreme fear.
He ripped my dress open which made me scream so loud it felt as if my throat was bleeding from all the screaming and crying.
God please help me!! Someone help me!!
Suddenly I heard a crushing sound and I couldn’t feel the man’s heavy weight on me anymore. The hands holding me down were gone and the men were on their feet quickly pulling their daggers out from their pockets.
“Who are you?” I heard one of them say in a shaky voice. I moved my head to see who had come but saw the man that just tried to ** me on the floor in a pool of blood, his body unmoving. Was he dead?
Yes, he was. His throat was cut with what looked like sharp claws.
My eyes traveled further around the room looking for a threat or an escape but my gaze landed on hands with long and sharp claws. Almost animal like except the hands belonged to a human, they belonged to Lucian. Blood was dripping down his nails and his eyes were red. He looked like the Devil in my nightmares except he didn’t have any black horns.
“Who are you?” the man repeated with a louder voice but still his voice trembled. He was probably horrified by the sight in front of him.