Chapter 84 The Worse Of It All
Kristen's POV
I can't tell if it's morning or not, all I know is that I've been locked in here for hours.
Jack stopped with his rape attempt when I told him I was pregnant.
He hit me repeatedly in the face and accused me of knowing he was out to get me, so I made Calhoun get me pregnant. As if that even makes any sense.
When I didn't even know him until the day he kidnapped me.
Jack is worse than a sadistic psycho, I wonder if he has a family somewhere or if he's always been a loner. His smell gives out that he's a rogue, which means he was kicked out of his pack and he
refused to join any other pack. So his smell sells him out that he's different.
My throat feels dry because I haven't had anything in my mouth for some time now. Not even water. Thankfully the soreness has subsided, that's why I feel even thirsty.
How long have I been here? Two days or more?
Is Calhoun looking for me?
Is mom worried?
Will they ever find me?
Sarah, whom Jack murdered was locked in here for four years and Jack stated that no one has ever escaped.
It's clear he spent years building an underground prison and that is why he never joined any pack and chose to stay rogue. Because he had plans to keep two hundred women in cages and call them his wives. Tortured, abused, and raped them. Or still, kill them if they disobeyed him or if he got bored.
I drag my knees up to my chest and support my chin there. My dress is torn, save for my bra or I'd have been bare-chested by now.
Jack left me alone because he couldn't stand me anymore. Maybe he got fed up because I complicated things too much for him. Like throwing up when he tries to feed me, or shifting to let my wolf protect me when he attempts to punch me as if he's in a fist fight with a man.
Still, I don't feel at ease because I know Jack will return and when he does, he will not take things likely with me.
Either he forces his way with me or kills me. Or do even both, because I haven't seen anyone as sick as him.
The dead women whose baked bodies he left in that room to rot. Going down this flash black is so gut-wrenching that I gag a few times.
Jack's POV
Had I known Kristen was pregnant, I never would have kidnapped her in the first place. She's fucking pregnant for Calhoun and it just ruins all my plans.
No wonder she kept vomiting like a sick dog. The bitch let herself get fucked by Calhoun over and over again until he slid his seed into her body. And now they'll have a child.
I'd rather die than let that happen.
Kristen cannot have anyone's child because I don't sleep with pregnant women. The mere thought of it repulses me.
And Calhoun is one fucking bastard. He still fucked her to his fill, while he's married to her mother. I'm not even sure Kristen's mother has taken in for Calhoun.
The fuckwad was all over Kristen the entire time. And now he ruined my plans of touching her by getting her pregnant.
I'm still driving through town to get a pill I'll force down her throat to flush out the baby.
I pull up in front of the Greyhound hospital which I believe has a pharmacy.
Kristen's POV
The screeching of the door indicates that Jack is back and there's this unsettling feeling crawling into the pit of my stomach because I
know he'll try to hurt me again.
Telling him I was pregnant saved me only for a few hours and now that he's back, I know he'll do worse to me.
"I know while I was away, you prayed I never return," Jack murmurs as he puts on the lights.
There's this smile on his face that I am starting to wonder how easily he can read me like I am an open book. Psychos are pretty sensitive. They feel people's emotions and that's how they can easily get
through their skin and manipulate them.
"You wanted me to forget about you, Kristen?" Jack chuckles to himself.
While I don't even make any sound.
"Too bad my sweet, you're the reason I got away so I could get you
this." He holds up something in a tiny white paper bag.
I am tempted to ask him what he's holding but I know it will not
help, Jack does what he wants.
"It's an abortion pill, Kristen. You can't have Calhoun's baby."
Terror slams through me, causing all the hair on my arms to rise.
"You can't have anyone's baby because you're mine, Kristen. So this baby has to go so you can be a free woman like your other co-wives." He snaps his fingers.
"No, please. The baby is barely three weeks old," I implore and instantly wish I did not added the last part because of how Jack's
mood suddenly changes.
"And it makes it better," Jack kisses his teeth as he takes menacing
steps towards me.
"The drug will flush out the blood and you'll be the Kristen I got obsessed with." He adds, smiling with all of his thirty-two and it just creeps me the hell out.
"You can't do this," I tell him in a shaky voice.
"Of course I can remember I do whatever I want." He says this in a
sing-song voice and claps his hands together with fake glee.
"Please," I am already on my knees, pleading with my hands. Because Jack looks completely serious and this is not good at all. The situation is already going from bad to worse.
"I don't sleep with pregnant women, damnit." He shouts at me,
something which makes me flinch.
"You don't have to do this," I tell him in the calmest manner
possible, even though I am already in tears.
"None of the two hundred and six women out there are pregnant, they weren't even pregnant when I kidnapped them. Even Sarah, who I killed yesterday, wasn't pregnant. You're the only fucking one who's pregnant because you couldn't keep your legs closed!" Jack yells at me once more.
And I swallow hard because this is going utterly bad for me. Maybe I
should never have told him I was pregnant. But then he could have quickly had his way with me. I feel sick from having all of these thoughts that I feel like gagging for the umpteenth time. Even my body is trembling as if I caught a cold.
"You're one skinny little bitch!" Jack insults.
"I never saw it coming, I swear." I try to defend myself when there's absolutely no use because it's Jack and he accepts things the way they fit his mood.
"But you kept riding Calhoun's dick, and moaning his name until he
spilled his seed inside of you." Jack bites out harshly and with the way he's looking at me, I won't be surprised if he hits me right in his
face because I have turned to his punching bag since he brought me
here.
"You can't kill this baby just because you want to have sex with me." I manage to tell him because it's the worst thing any sane person could ever do, except Jack isn't a sane person.
"You should know by now that I am different from all of you!" He shouts at me. And I gulp because he's saying the actual truth.
Jack walks until he's standing in front of me and then he smiles inauspiciously. It's one of those smiles that stirs up goosebumps in my every single pore.
"I am not your sweet sweet Alpha Calhoun, nor am I Ben Gregory. I
am Jack Sawyer, the rogue psycho." Jack adds and I am stunned he knows Ben too. Can it be that he was stalking me even on school grounds, wanting to know the people I communicate with?
"I am Jack the Rogue and I do what I want, because I don't care about
anything or anyone!" He grits out with his hand right in my face.
"Don't do this, I beg you." I keep pleading because I can't even bear the thought of losing this baby that hasn't even formed in my stomach.
"Don't you think you're doing your mom and Calhoun a favor?" He
suddenly asks me this question, and a thought runs through me, wondering if it's mom who actually paid him to do this so I can be
erased from her and Calhoun's life, and then they could be together like she's always wanted.
Cold runs through me for the umpteenth time.
"You disappear from their lives so Calhoun can finally focus on your
mom and stay married to her." Jack continues and I can feel my eyes
rising in their sockets because this is starting to click.
How did Jack know about this?
Is it mom who told him everything?
Or he's been stalking me for a very long time, to the extent that he
sneaked into Calhoun's estate to do some digging about me and Calhoun by himself?
So many thoughts are running through my head, making my heart racing heavily in my chest.
Because I am still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.
Jack knows a lot about me and Calhoun, more than I ever thought.
It feels like he's always been there, watching, waiting for the perfect opportunity to kidnap me.
What if he disguised himself as a servant in Calhoun's estate?
I doubt so because his smell would have sold him out as a rogue. Perhaps he did his best to hide his smell.
"You can just let me go, rather than doing this. I swear I won't tell
anyone." My mouth is moving, saying things that I never thought I would, but I know it's all fear.
"That's what your co-wives said to me. They've begged and beg and
now it's like music to my ears." Jack spins twice before stopping and rewarding me with a tight-lipped smile. It's clear he's enjoying this whole thing.
"Please, just let me go." I am begging him once more.
And Jack snarls at me.
"You'll remain stuck in here until I get bored of you, and decide to
keep or kill you." He tells me before bursting into a pearl of malicious laughter. Something which is purely evil, that I wonder how he came up with a mind like this, and also a hardened heart
where pleas are cries didn't even move him, instead he was triggered
to do more evil.
My shoulders are shaking along with me as I sob even harder. As
each second runs by, it keeps dawning on me that I'll remain here like a slave. Jack's slave.
Just like the way he's kept several women locked in here since five
years ago. And how he kills them off easily when he gets bored or when he's trying to teach someone a lesson. Just like the way he killed poor innocent Sarah to frighten me so I will always obey him.
The sight keeps playing in my head, tormenting the shit out of my
senses.
How her eyes were still open after Jack had plunged the dagger into
her chest.
The way she dropped to the floor and lay in the pool of her own
blood.
It keeps haunting me.
And I know I will never recover.
Mostly with the naked dead bodies I saw earlier.
Never in my twenty-one years on earth did it cross my mind that I would end up with such a sick, psychopathic, and cruel person?
Jack shoves me into a chair and ties the chains around me. He deliberately put my hands behind me so I will be unable to stop him from giving me the pills.
"You don't have to cry over a baby, I'm not sure it's in a form now.
It's just blood." Jack laughs like a maniac and I end up trembling really hard because this is not good. This isn't good at all. "Please, Jack. Don't do this. This child means a lot to me." I plead
earnestly, hoping Jack will take pity on me and consider leaving me.
Jack rakes his hands through his hair and paces to and fro, before returning to my side.
"You mean a lot to me, too, Kristen. That's why I do crazy things."
He says.
"No," I shake my head at him. My lips are already trembling from
how hard I am wailing.
Jack takes the white pills from the pack, and my heart slams against my ribcage.
I can't believe he's going to kill my baby because he wants to have
his way with me.
This is just to the extreme. Jack is worse than I ever thought. And my
heart keeps quaking in my chest.
"Just be a good girl and do as I say, and I won't hurt you." He
instructs.
"Please!" My voice is groggy because I have been crying a lot. I don't
want to lose this baby because it's a part of Calhoun inside of me. "It'll be over before you know it, Kristen. You'll only bleed for a few
hours." Jack assures me as if it's nothing, when to me it's just like my whole world is crumbling at my feet.
Struggling at this point is useless because my hands are tied to the chair with the chains.
I just wish someone could show up right now and rescue me from
this monster, but I don't think that's even possible when we're about
fourteen feet underground.
"Open your mouth," Jack orders, with the pill in his open palm.
Fear cascades through me as I narrow my eyes to take a closer look at the pills.
My throat works because I am thinking of a way out of this since I
can't let him kill my baby.
But then he might end up killing me in the process. Just like he did to
Sarah and all the other naked women in that room.
He told me he killed women who disobeyed him.
I stare at Jack through my teary gaze, knowing if I disobey him, he'll
hit me.
Still, it's better than losing this child.
"Go ahead and hit me as much as you want, I won't let you kill my
baby," I yell, as I cry at the same time. Since I woke up here in this underground prison, I have cried to the extent that I have no idea a person could cry as I did.
"For fucks sake it's not a baby yet, it's still blood!" Jack yells in his
face before pounding his fists into the wall, as if he wants to bring
them down.
"No!" I am not willing to give in either. "Open your fucking mouth!" Jack grabs my chin, shoves his fingers
in my cheeks so my mouth can open to him, but I keep struggling as
much as I can.
It hurts because his finger is grazing my chin, and I'm sure I have sustained bruises.
With all the strength in me, I swivel my head until my cheeks are freed from his hard grip.
"Stop!" He barks at me, and when he nears my side once more, I headbutt his chest. Something which makes him recoil and step backward, causing the pills to slip from his hand and hit the floor.
My plan worked and I stretch my leg forward until my feet crushes the pills into dust. I don't stop until I can't find the dust of it anymore because knowing Jack, he might force me to lick the pills off the floor.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Jack thunders at the top of his lungs like a crazed man.
I close my eyes tightly in their sockets, expecting an earth shattering
punch from Jack. Because he likes hitting me, so I am already used to
his blows even though they do hurt. My eyes are still closed when I hear a loud bang from above. It's
enough to make me flinch but with the way I am tied, it's impossible. When I open my eyes, I see Jack looking utterly stunned. He too is as confused as I am, and this leaves me wondering what's
happening outside.
The sound comes again and again. And it gives out that something is
happening. Or someone is trying to break in.
A lot of thoughts are slamming through my mind at this point that I
cannot even think straight. And a dull pain is already spreading
through my chest.
I am aware we're over ten feet away from the ground because I have
seen Jack on several occasions coming down through a rustic lift.
"It seems your Alpha Calhoun has finally found his way here," Jack
returns his eyes to mine.
My mouth parts but no words come out. I shut my mouth and repeat
the action twice, still I can't say anything.
Is Calhoun truly here? He came to rescue me at last?
Or Jack is trying to play some prank on me, because it's something
he's capable of, upon knowing his despicable nature.
But the banging keeps coming and it's in a rush this time.
Truly it's Calhoun?
I will give anything to see his face right at this point.
My heart wants to get filled with hope but from the way Jack is
staring at me, it's as if he has other plans. He's a cruel person and if it's truly Calhoun out there, Jack can kill
me before Calhoun even comes to my rescue.
I take a rough gulp as I maintain eye contact with Jack.
And he surprises me by snickering.
"I think this will be fun after all."