Kitlyn
I was bawlingagain, thanks to Atlas and his ludicrous plan. Although I tried to hold the tears back, I couldn’t. I felt so many messed-up emotions, but mostly, I felt hurt and a deep sense of loss. A loss for the future children I would never have. I was angry beyond measure.
What gave him the right to have me sterilized?
Atlas brought his lips to my ear.
He spoke barely above a whisper.
“Kitten, you are upset, so let it all out. I will allow you to strike me, criticize me, or do whatever you need to and get it off your chest. Then, I don't want to speak of it again."
He still held me while stroking my hair.
His voice was gentle and controlled.
"The procedure will be done when we land on the island. I have a makeshift hospital room in the mansion because the nearest hospital is miles away, and we have to take the plane to get there. It is safeand equipped with everything a medical center has. The doctor has already tended to you. The procedure is quick and safe.”
I looked at him through red-rimmed eyes. The sobs were coming quickly and violently. It felt like my broken heart was being ripped from my chest.
I couldn't believe this man was going to sterilize me forhisown pleasure. I am not a fucking animal.
I am a human being who has had most of her rights stripped by a fucking self-centered guy!!! He couldn't give me one choice, not one!!! If I felt any feelings for this asshole in my fucked-up head, this decision sowed the seed of pure hatred in me.
I was furious, and since he gave me the green light to let him have it, I would not hold back anything. All the rage and hate came tumbling to the surface. His kidnapping me, practically raping me, taking away my choices, subjecting me to his fucked-up games, and everything else I endured these past five weeks came to a head.
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and the sweat break out on my neck. I jumped off his lap and stood over him with fire burning in my eyes. Even sitting down, he was still large and threatening, but I didn't give a shit. Not this time.
I was going to tell him how I felt, holding nothing back . He just sat there, not moving an inch, allowing me to express my feelings.
He sat still while I berated and lashed out at him.
"How fucking dare you make this decision for me? Who the fuck do you think you are? I am a goddamn human being with feelings, not an animal with no rights. If you are so worried about having kids, why don'tyouhave a vasectomy? Why do you have tosterilizeme? You do know birth control is ninety-nine percent effective, or are you that fucking stupid?"
I remained angry and continued despite seeing his dark scowl. I continued to attack him verbally, and then I lashed out physically. My fists pounded his chest, then I kicked him in the balls with all my might. Before I realized what I had done, he clutched at his groin, doubling over in pain.
He could hardly speak and was short of breath.
"Kit"…gasp, gasp.
He fell out of his chair onto his knees, clutching his nuts. He could barely get any air into his lungs.
"Jesus, I can’t move, Kit-."
My eyes flew open, surprised at how vulnerable my kidnapper was right now. He didn't even have enough strength to take a breath. Shit! I could not believe my luck. There was a set of handcuffs at the end of the table.
Wow! God finally answered my prayers.
I grabbed them quickly before he regained his strength. I quickly latched one end of the cuff onto his wrist, locking it firmly, and hooked the other end to the table leg.
I hoped he wasn't strong enough to break the bolts that held the table down. He was still on his knees, doubled over, but his breathing wasn't as shallow and labored.
I had little time to give a shit about how he was feeling. I needed to move fast. This was my chance to escape. While he was still cradling his balls with his free hand, I hurried to the bedroom and grabbed another set of cuffs.
I cautiously brought them back to the kitchen, ensuring he was still immobile.
His face was flushed with anger. He narrowed his eyes at me. I could see the fire burning in his gaze. My hands trembled slightly as I came to stand before him.
Even though he was bound, I was still nervous he would somehow take me over his knee and whip my ass. I trained my eyes on him for a minute. He could not free himself. The man wasn't going anywhere! Now, I was in charge and loved it. He spoke calmly.
