He kisses her neck before trailing his tongue down her chest to her nipple. He swirls his tongue around it, through the trails of blood, humming as he digs his fingertips deeper into her thighs. Purple and red marks begin to mar her skin. I watch as he wraps his lips around her nipple before biting and then releasing it. Red bite marks are already showing up, a harsh contrast to her pale skin.
My wrists are practically dislocated from how hard I've been struggling against the ropes. I have to get out of these and do something. I have to save her.
His fingers inch closer to her pussy as he picks up the knife and holds it against her thigh. He slips one finger inside, slowly stroking in and out. Her body unconsciously reacts, her hips press forward, and her lips part as he slips a second finger inside her.
“Fuck, Little Dove,” he groans against her as he drops the knife to wrap the other hand around her throat.
My vision burns red, and my body feels like it's on fire as I’m forced to watch as he presses his face into the crook of her neck. He rocks against her body with each thrust of his fingers.
She jolts awake as he forces a third finger inside her. She begins to scream but he tightens his grip, forcing out a squeaked hoarse sound before fully cutting off her air.
“Please, stop. I’ll do anything. Just stop,” I beg. I can’t watch this anymore.
I try to look away, but her eyes fall to me, silently begging me to save her. Those big, beautiful, silvery blue eyes. Tears fill and fall from them as he continues to assault her. Her eyes are starting to dull. She’s losing focus as her brain is deprived of oxygen. He’s going to kill her. I scream over and over, begging him to stop, but it’s like he doesn’t even hear me. He’s consumed by rage and bloodlust at this point.
“Declan, stop. I’ll tell you…” He finally stops at the sound of those words. His fingers slowly slide out from inside her. His grip relaxes around her throat, and I watch asthe life flows back into those eyes. She coughs as her body heaves from the sobs.
“I knew I could make you talk!” His smug grin is pissing me off even more.
“Mina…It’s going to be okay.” My voice is quiet as I try to keep the words from catching in my throat.
“Don’t lie to her!” he laughs as he walks behind her.
He leans over her body. He grips her breast with one hand and runs the other down between her thighs. She clenches her legs closed as she shakes her head no, but Declan buries his face in her neck and whispers something to her. I watch her eyes widen in horror as she slowly parts her legs. His finger slides along her already wet pussy. Glistening as the light catches on the blood that’s mixing with her arousal.
I close my eyes and tilt my face to the ceiling. I can’t watch this. I can’t.
“Myles…” Her voice is hoarse. She’s barely able to get words out because of how hard he was choking her.
I open my eyes to find her staring at me. Her legs spread wide as he slips two fingers in and out of her. The blood now coats her inner thighs. Lines of pale skin are barely visible from where his fingers trailed through the chaos.
“Tell him, Little Dove. Tell him who you belong to,” Declan growls against her neck.
Her eyes pinch closed as another tear falls down her cheek. Her breathing is picking up as he edges her closer. Her beautiful, pale skin on her chest is blushed a rose color beneath the streaks of blood.
“Tell. Him!” he demands as he pushes athird finger into her. Her body arches as a strangled moan leaves her lips.
“You, Declan,” she cries. “I belong to you.”
He curls his fingers up as the other hand rolls her nipple between his fingers, forcing her body to orgasm.
“Such a good girl.” He kisses the side of her head before slipping his fingers into his mouth as he groans.
“Please…Just let me go,” she begs.
“Not a chance, Mina. I told you…You’re my girl. You won’t be leaving ever again.”
“Let her go and I’ll tell you everything,” I demand. I have no fucking clue what I’m going to tell him. I don’t know how Jocko died or who killed him. All I know is I have to get her out of here.
“You think I’m stupid enough to fall for that? Once she’s gone, you won’t have any reason to tell me. No. Mina will stay here and keep us company. Won't you, Little Dove?”
I watch her head fall forward and her body crumble as he cuts the restraints on her wrists. Her body curls in on itself as she sits forward on the chair, clutching around her waist. He stands next to her, rubbing a hand up and down her spine before running his fingers through her hair.
“Mina? Look at me,” I beg her. She lifts her head slightly to peer up at me beneath those long, dark eyelashes. “It’ll all be okay.”
“I know,” she says quietly as she tries to swallow the tears. They trail through the blood that’s marking her cheeks from him holding her face. The drops fall and trail down her chest.
“It’s almost amusing how you not only think you’regoing to save her, but that you will even make it out alive,” he laughs.
