Page 16 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

“Don’t worry, Evelyn, I haven’t touched you yet. It’s such a shame Dante felt the need to leave you unattended. You would have made such a pretty bride. He won’t want you after I’m done with you.” He flashes an evil smile my way.

My face is wet with tears and snot. I blink fresh tears.

“Maybe I will strap you down to my bed, and make you bleed all over my cock,” he smiles. I vomit behind the gag. His words are like arrows piercing through my skin.

“Or maybe I will fuck your mouth and that pretty little ass of yours,” he gives a stern expression, not phased by my tears.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s quick.

I won’t kill you, but he might… In Dante’s mind, if he can’t have you, then no one can.

” He releases my hair from his grip and walks out the door.

Dante isn’t coming. He doesn’t care about you.

I rest my back against the cold wall and hope that someone saves me or kills me. I don’t care which at this point.

* * *

I wake up, starving and unsure of what time of day it is.

I can only imagine it’s been thirteen days since Dante took advantage of me and told me his lies.

I wonder how long a person can survive without water or food.

The thought has never crossed my mind until now.

I genuinely feel like I am going to rot here.

Chained to a wall like a fucking whore. I cry behind my gag, trying to stop the fear that possesses me.

My wrists and ankles are sore, probably bleeding.

My knees ache from being propped up for what I assume would be all night.

I wouldn’t be surprised if my legs need to be amputated after this.

Astra is probably looking for me. Dante could probably care less about finding me. I am ready to die. You’re already dead.

I prop myself back against the wall and close my eyes. I try to take myself back to a simpler time. I start breathing deeply. In for 4, hold for 4, exhale for 4.

My tears subside, and I drift back into darkness. Maybe I’ll never wake up.

* * *

I stand in the middle of the woods. The trees are full of life, shaking in the breeze. My mother comes up to meet me. I take her hand, tugging her along the dirt path. She laughs as I try to pull her faster, but she’s stronger.

We make it to the top of the mountain, and my dad waits for us. He is taking a photo at the overlook.

“Hey, you two, get over here so I can get your picture.”

My mom and I skip over to the overlook and pose for the picture. I stick my tongue out and hold up a peace sign. My mother rolls her eyes at me, giggling at my nonsense. We have never been able to take a serious photo.

I run over to my dad, begging him to let me see the photo. He bends forward, showcasing the image to me. The photo holds the beautiful landscape, but my mother and I aren’t in the picture he just took.

I look up to him to ask him to retake it, but he is gone. I spin around, searching for my parents, and they are nowhere to be seen. The sky has turned black, and I am alone at the overlook. I take off sprinting down the path. I hear a whisper in my ear.

“I will always catch you. You can’t run from me.”

I jolt awake, sweating profusely. The clanking of metal greets me. The chains are still attached, and I am still in this Hell that is my life.

I haven’t had a nightmare in a while. I forgot how real they can feel. I hate that I would rather be living that nightmare than my actual life right now. You’d rather be dead.

The door swings open, and I see Tristan walking towards me, holdin g a glass of water with a straw. He stops in front of me, shaking his head in disgust.

“Drink this.” He holds the drink out in front of me, and I drink the entire thing. At this point, I don’t know how long I’ve been here. So, I will be willing to drink whatever they give me. Me. It would be pretty pathetic of me to die of thirst.

I lean back against the wall, unable to feel my limbs.

I start counting my breaths again. I’ll fall back asleep eventually.

I stare at the ceiling as I count. My vision starts to blur, and the room begins to spin.

Did…. Did he drug me? They are going to rape you.

That is the final thought I have as the darkness takes over yet again.

* * *

It has been two days or ten. I’m not sure. My body fucking aches. I feel like I have been beat to shit. I have a throbbing headache, and I have to pee.

I have been peeing where I am because they don’t let me move. I fucking stink. I have refused to do number two, though. I will take it with me to the grave if I have to.

I have been drinking whatever they bring me, even though it is spiked every time. They don’t want me awake because that means I could escape. Not that I would even know where to go. I don’t even know where the fuck I am.

I do know that they haven’t moved me from this position, so that means I probably wasn’t raped, but whose to honestly say.

I don’t think anyone will find me. They would have already come by now. You’re going to die here. I wish I had a piece of paper so I could at least tell my parents I love them. They would be so disappointed in me right now.

If I do make it out alive, I can never tell them this happened. I could never let them down like that.

I lay back and begin my breathing ritual, waiting for the darkness. The darkness has become my friend.