(Warning: This chapter may contain graphic scenes that some readers may find triggering. Please take care when reading.)
-Dominic-
"Wakey wakey,"
I lift my head and turn it towards the door.
"Good, you're awake," the guy who had been fighting Blake the day before walked in, Tyler I think it was. Wasn't really a face I wanted to see but a face nonetheless. Sitting tied to this chair in a near to empty room for hours on end was starting to drive me insane with boredom.
"Well, this isn't my most preferred sleeping position," I reply which makes him grin at me as if satisfied with my discomfort.
I watched as he walked in, taking note that he left the door unlocked. He continued to come closer to me until he was standing right in front of the chair, almost too close for comfort. "Blake seemed really interested in you, I think I'm starting to see why." I raised my eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this. "You have no fear, you're witty," he starts before leaning closer to me,
"And you're incredibly sexy."
"Why thank you," I say in a disappointed tone because while receiving a compliment is nice, I would have rather been receiving it from anyone but him right now. "You don't mind telling me the time?" I asked since I had no way of telling the time here but for some reason it made him smirk.
Quickly, his hand wrapped itself around my throat, squeezing at it threateningly. My hands instinctively started to struggle but they were tightly tied to the arms of the chair, my legs tied apart too. Tyler came in even closer until his lips stroked against my ear, "Late enough that no one will hear you scream," he whispered before biting at my neck.
"Stop!" I instructed but as I did, I felt a sharp and painful slice at my thigh. My eyes widened to see a knife in his hand which he had used to cut me.
He pulled himself just a bit away from me to look into my eyes with a disgusting amount of lust in them. "Look, I'm sure we both don't want you bleeding out so just sit still. If you struggle, I'm not afraid of cutting you a thousand times over." He then used the hand he was strangling me with and shoved his thumb in my mouth while the rest of his hand kept my face up.
Instinctively I bit down on his thumb, but he didn't react to the pain, instead he bit down harder on my collar bone and sliced at my leg again making me hiss in pain. "You try biting me again and it'll be a lot deeper of a cut, Dominic," He hums against me.
I shut my eyes as tightly as I could. I had to think. Think of some way I could get out of this but I couldn't. He finally took his hand away from my face but it only got worse. Instead, he put his hand under my shirt and started groping me. I leaned as far back as I could from his touch as if it burnt but I was trapped. Behind me was a wall.
When I opened my eyes I was horrified to see him stand to start to unbuckle his trousers, coming closer to me again. I tried shutting my legs but I couldn't, now my strength weaker than before because of the blood I had lost and how much it hurt. I knew if I said anything, he'd slice at me again.
He stopped once his waist was by my mouth. I shut my jaw as hard as I could as he started stroking himself right in front of me. I closed my eyes once again but they shot open when a surge of pain came from my leg, different from the slices before. He had stabbed me, leaving the knife in there, making sure I looked at it, looked at him. He was enjoying me in pain. "You're going to watch me cum all over you, understand?"
I was looking up at him and for the first time in a long time, I felt fear. "That's it," he said, caressing my face with his dirty hand.
"Fear me."
He forced my mouth open after that, no matter how hard I tried keeping it closed, and then he put himself in my mouth. I bit down which made him yell out in pain but he didn't move away. Instead, he grabbed a hold of the knife and, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" -twisted it deeper into my leg. I would have screamed out if I hadn't been muffled. There was no denying that I was in a horrendous amount of pain.
"I'm not letting you go until I've filled you everywhere. I bet Blake will love knowing that I've fucked you into oblivion." Tyler continues as he grabs my hair and moves himself in my mouth.
Blake.
His face flashes in my head, I couldn't think of anything but the thought that I must be disappointing him, that he'll hate me and will be disgusted by me and my eyes start to sting but I refused to let any tears fall, I wasn't going to give Tyler that sort of satisfaction.
I would have said that he'd ruined me, but I was never a perfect angel to begin with. Now, he had made a devil out of me.
I used all of my arm strength and struggled against the rope until it was just loose enough. I was impatient and desperate, so I grabbed the knife out of my thigh and plunged it into his own with all the force I could plunger. He screamed out and fell onto the floor, holding tightly onto his leg. "FUCK!" He shouted and I took the opportunity to free my hands but he was up and coming towards me before I could free my legs but it was enough.
When he was close I jumped into a handstand and slammed the chair against him, making us both fall. The ropes that I had cut started untying themselves so I quickly freed my self and got up as fast as I could. My legs were killing me but the anger that had now emerged was enough to distract me from it.
As Tyler was struggling from under the chair, I stood over him. When his eyes met mine I spat on his face. As he tried to wipe his face I grabbed the knife again but this time stabbed it into his arm.
"STOP! YOU'LL KILL ME YOU BITCH!" He screamed but at this point, I didn't give a shit.
With a monotone face, I slashed against his stomach. "Well, then I guess I'll meet you in hell."
He almost looked relieved when I dropped the knife but I was nowhere near done. I stood the chair up and roughly dragged him onto it. He was bleeding out too much to fight against me but he tried regardless.
When I got him to sit down, I conjured up my strength and punched. Again and again. His face, his gut, his jaw. I kept going on until his face and my fists were bloodied. He could no longer talk either. Hell, I didn't even know if he was conscious anymore.
"Dominic!"
I turned to see Harry by the door frame. He looked at the scene in horror. I don't blame him, he was standing face-to-face with hell.
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I stepped out of the bathroom, Harry and the woman sitting in the new room that I was led into. They let me clean myself up, got me new clothes but that didn't ease me. Even though I was in the shower for two hours, I still didn't feel clean.
"Tyler's dead," Harry states, voice devoid of emotion.
"I'd apologise but I'd be lying about being sorry," I reply, tone no different, in fact, a let a smirk grow on my face.
The room was silent for a couple of seconds until the woman started chuckling, the chuckle turned into a laugh. I looked at Harry with a confused look which made him sigh, "Tyler was known to rape Texas' female members, most of them left. Tara is the only one who's staid."
I turned to look at Tara who had now stopped laughing, instead, tears started streaming down her face, sobbing, she tried rubbing them away but couldn't. All she could say after a moment was,
"After 10 years, he's finally gone."