Save Me (Taken Series Book 1) (27 page)

I started out with just a mild case of nausea. I didn’t know why I felt that way but somehow I managed to hide it from Jeremy. When my period didn’t come I thought at first that it was the stress of everything that happened to me. Then I put two and two together and knew I was pregnant. I knew I didn’t want Jeremy to know about the baby. I didn’t know how I would hide it from him when I started to grow but I was hoping that somehow I would be out of here by then.

Today when he came home though, I knew something was up. He had his guards bring me to another room that looked more like a torture chamber and chain me up. I thought this was some fifty shades of grey fucked up shit but I was wrong. He could use any of the stuff in that room for torture sexually or otherwise so I knew being in this room wasn’t going to result in anything good.

I struggled to get out of the guards hold to no avail. I didn’t want whatever was going to happen. I knew it wouldn’t be good. It was never good but I knew today would be horrible. It would hurt, scar and break me in the worst way. Jeremy just stood in the doorway and waited for the guards to finish before kicking them out and closing and locking the door.

“My beautiful Sierra. There is no other way to fix this but to hurt you. I am sorry for that. But I will make it quick. We can’t have this thing come to fruition. It will ruin everything. As much as I hate my father I never want to have a little spawn of me. Oh I’m sure it would be an exact replica of you but I don’t want that. This thing will take your attention away from me and I just can’t have that.”

“What are you talking about?” That’s it. Play dumb. Maybe he won’t hurt you or the baby if you continue to play dumb. But then again, what am I going to do? I don’t know when I will be able to get away and do I really want to have my child go through abuse and god knows what else?

No. I don’t want my child ever going through something like that. So maybe this is a good thing? No it’s not. Oh god I am so confused. I have no idea what I want to happen. As much as I don’t want a child from him I also don’t want to lose something that is part of me. I don’t want my child to go through hell but maybe I can get away before that happens.

I know there is no way to stop this though. He will kill my baby before I even know if it’s a boy or girl. I won’t ever feel my child move in my stomach or feel them kick as they try to get comfortable. I’ll never experience what other soon to be moms experience when going through their pregnancy. Things like hearing the baby’s heart beat for the first time, finding out if it’s a boy or girl, seeing them on the blurry screen of the ultrasound machine. There will be no water breaking or hours of painful labor before the most exquisite miracle is born or hear their first cry and see their little fingers and toes.

As I imagine all these things that I wish could be part of my future, I don’t notice Jeremy grab his choice of weapon to murder my baby. As my hands start to turn cold and lose feeling in them my body starts to shake and turn hot in fear of the pain I know will be thrust upon me at any minute. I close my eyes and take a deep breath not wanting to see the coming assault to my belly. I hate this man and what he has done to me and my family and I hate him even more for what he is about to do now to my baby.

My breathing becomes ragged, my heart beats in erratic thumps feeling as if it’s about to burst out of my chest, and sweat beads on my forehead and spine.  I don’t want this to happen but there is no way to stop it. I can feel his eyes bore into me as he decides his next move.

“Here we go.” I don’t get the chance to flinch or move as the swoosh of the tool cutting through the air slams into my stomach with such force that I lose my breath and try to bend over to ease the pain only to be restricted by the binds holding my arms in place above me. Tears prick my eyes before gliding down my cheeks and running off my chin to fall to the floor. I whimper trying not to show my weakness and how much pain he’s caused.

It’s not long before another whack barrels into me making me involuntarily cry out. Then another, and another until I lose count of how many times I’ve been hit. I can barely breathe as the pain is unbearable. I know I begged him to stop several time but my only response was another blow to my stomach. I’ve wretched on the ground several times and the tangy taste lingers in my mouth. There’s drool and spit running off my chin as my tears flow dramatically down my face trying to wash it all away.

It’s not long before I can feel wetness seep between my thighs. I know what it is. There is no way I could stop it from happening. Blood from the loss of my pregnancy pours out of me confirming he had done what he brought me here to do.

“Ah. Finally. I’m sure there were much less painful ways to rid you of that germ but I wanted to be the one to do it. I’ll have the doctor check on you and make sure everything is good.” That’s all I hear from Jeremy before I pass out from the pain and exhaustion of what had just occurred.

I never felt them release my binds or carry me to my room and strip me bare. I never woke when the doctor supposedly checked me out to make sure I was ok. I could have burned to death and I doubt I would have awoken. I wish he had hit me bad enough to have killed me. I wished to never have woken up because the pain was unbearable. My stomach was bruised and swollen, and I couldn’t eat and I could barely breathe. Every movement I made just causes it to worsen. I bled for days whether it be from the loss of my pregnancy or internal injuries I have no idea. I’m not a doctor so the reason for it is unknown to me.

Jeremy visited me with water and light foods that I could keep down due to my stomach being damaged among other things. He always tried to make small talk with me only for me to shut him down by turning away. He never tried to touch me, maybe because I was hurt so bad and he actually had a conscience. Or maybe because he didn’t like the sight of blood. I’m not sure which but I was grateful. I knew it wouldn’t last for long. Soon he would come in here and take from me like he always did. I just hoped that when that day come, and it was coming soon, I would be ready and could fend him off.  Doubtful, because he has always overpowered me, but I could hope because that’s all I have left is hope. Hope that someone will find me. Hope that one day soon I won’t be here in this hell that is my life now. Hope that maybe I will get out of here with at least some of myself still intact. Wishful thinking on my part I know.

Two weeks pass since the incident. Two weeks free from being touched, fondled and raped by the monster of the house. I was in heaven even if I felt like I was in hell. But that’s all about to change. I can feel it. I know he knows I am doing better and he will come for me soon.

Knock, knock. “Sierra. We must speak.”

I don’t answer because regardless of what I want I know he will just come in anyways. There is no stopping him. He slowly turns the knob before pushing the door open with a creek and peaking in with a giant smile plastered on his face.

“Hello beautiful. May I come in?” Without waiting for my response, Jeremy already has waltzed in and closed the door shut with a click before striding over to the bed that I am curled up on and sits down causing the springs to squeak and the mattress to dip near my feet. Reaching out to touch my ankle I flinch. I don’t want him touching me but he’s going to anyways.

“I have a request.”

“A request or a demand? A request would imply I have a say in the matter. A demand implies I don’t and there will be consequences for not doing as I’m told.” I don’t mean to snap at him but nothing is ever a request when he says it to me.

“Well played Sierra. Fine. A demand.” I look away furious because that’s all he does. Demands. There is never a choice in the matter for me. It’s all about him. I guess as a kidnapper he can do that though, can’t he.

“What’s your request?” I ask using quotations with my fingers when I say this.

“Don’t be a smart ass.” He says irritably. I look away from him and stare at a spot across the room as I wait for him to say what he wants.

“You know I love you. You’re beautiful, smart, and irresistible and you’re mine. I just want you to tell me you love me.”

“But I don’t love you. I hate you with every fiber of my being. I wish you were dead. I want to stick my hand down your throat and grab your heart while it still beats before ripping it from your chest and stomping on it. I could never love you. Never!” How could he think I would ever feel the same as him?

“You’d be wise to watch what you say to me. I know in time you will eventually come to love me. As for now I just want to hear those words sing to me from your sweet, beautiful mouth. You will say it so much that you will start to believe it. I want to hear it all the time.”

I hate him. I hate him so much that I wish he would burst into flames right now so I can watch him burn as I add more kerosene to the flame. I would smile and laugh as I heard his screams until they are no more. Too bad that won’t ever happen.

“No. I will not tell you I love you. I will never come to love you. You’re a monster of the worse kind. I fucking hate you. Do you hear me? I loath you.” By this time I’m sitting up and in his face screaming at him. I know it isn’t smart on my behalf but how could he ask me to say such a thing? That’s personal and something that should only be said to those who you truly love. I have said it to my best girlfriend, my family and Forrest. How could I say that to Jeremy and taint the true meaning of it and how I feel for those that I do love? I couldn’t. I wouldn’t say it no matter what. He can hurt me all he wants but I will never say those words to him.

“You will or your precious brother will suffer.” No! How could he? My brother has nothing to do with this. He already has me, how could he go after my brother too? Pulling an envelope out of his jacket pocket, Jeremy tosses it to me. I catch it between my hands and stare at it. I know what it is before I even open it. As I pull the pictures out one by one, picture after picture of my brother at work, at the hospital, at the police station stare back at me making me realize I never had a choice in the matter. I need to protect my brother and not let anyone else get hurt or worse, killed, because of me.

My brother looks tired in each and every one of the photos. I know this is hard on him not knowing where I am or if I am ok. It kills me that my family is suffering like this. I know they will never stop searching for me until the day they find me and that this may just consume them. I wish I could fix it and let them know I’m alive even if I’m not ok. I don’t want them hurting anymore than they already have by losing Forrest. If telling Jeremy I love him means that it will keep my brother and family safe than that’s what I will do even if I hate the idea. There is no way I will let him hurt my family if I can help it.

“Ok.” I whisper just barely audible. A lone tear escapes my eye as I try to swipe it away so he doesn’t see.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” He’s mocking me.

“I said ok.” I say in a flat voice that he can here. A smile splits his face as if he just won the lottery.

“Great.” He looks at me expectantly and I know what he wants to hear.

“I love you, Jeremy.” I look straight at him with hate filling my stare, so he knows just how much I don’t actually love him.

“God it’s like music to my ears hearing you say that.” I don’t move as he leans down to kiss me. I don’t return the kiss but I doubt he expected me to.

Pulling back slightly, Jeremy stares into my eyes and I know he wants more. He wants my body. There is no way out of this situation so I just tune out. I move through the motions as usual not really being there, hiding in a dark room in my mind. I can feel as his hands start to skim my soft skin of my arms before tangling into my hair. He pulls my face close to his before devouring my mouth. I let him without a fight knowing it would be much worse for me if I did. His other hand starts to skim my body leaving an icy trail behind.

Deepening the kiss, he leans me back and lays atop my body grinding his erection into my mound. If this situation wasn’t so fucked up I may have been turned on but seeing as he has kidnapped me, beat me, raped me and killed the love of my life, I know without a doubt that I will never be turned on by this. He’s hot in an older guy kind of way and has a great body but that doesn’t detract from the monster he hides underneath this sexy exterior.

The roaming hand moves to my sweats and starts to slide them down before he breaks the kiss to lay trails of them down my jaw, neck and chest. As he continues his torture on my unwilling body, my sweats continue to move down until finally he has them off. His face is now positioned directly with my pussy as he sniffs my essence. It’s disgusting and I want to move away but I don’t. Slowly he lowers his face to my lips and licks from my clit down to my entrance. It should be hot and I should be turned on but I’m not. How could I be? He continues his assault on my pussy by licking and sucking on my slit.

As much as I don’t want to, somehow he manages to make me overheat. I know it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with his skills in the bedroom but for some reason as much as I don’t want to get turned on my body seems to have a mind of its own.

I didn’t think that could happen given the situation I am in, but he has never done this to me so I guess there’s a first for everything. I writhe beneath his assault wanting more the closer I get but wanting to push him away from my traitorous body. It’s not long before I explode with a scream. I know this pleases him and I wish with all my might that my body didn’t enjoy that as much as it did. He crawls up my body before positioning his erect cock at my entrance. Somehow he had removed his pants without my notice.  As he stares down at me with a giant smile plastered on his face I close my eyes in disgust with myself and what just happened.