Bella's POV.
"What? What did you just say?" I repeated, my voice filled with rage.
"I said you should not waste your life," Robert replied, taking steps towards me. I instinctively took a step back, until I was left with nowhere to go except get stuck against the wall. " Your husband is dead and I heard that your father is planning on assassinating you."
He tapped lightly on my parted lips and then titling my chin up, he said,"You might be wondering if I'm sent by your father or other guys of your assassination guild! Worry not, I arrived here without their knowledge."
I kept quiet, mentally crossing myself if he was saying the truth or lying through his teeth. Seeing me quiet he repeated,"I found out about your whereabouts from your father secretly. And making some excuse, I found the opportunity to leave."
"What about the trails? I know very well that the remaining members of my guild would have followed–''
"I killed them all," the psychopath guy boldly answered, giving me a panic attack for a second. But then again I already knew the kind of person Robert was.
He is the best enforcer in my dad's group, taking care of anyone who doesn't agree with his decision. I wonder why my father didn't send him to assassinate me, he could have completed his profound wish in just a few days.
'I guess dad is not so intelligent,' I thought and pushed Robert. "You must keep your distance from me. I do not wish to make relationships with other men even if my husband is dead."
"Why?" He asks, stepping close to me again. "That's not like you. You always loved making love with men... Before it was your ex-boyfriend Theodore, then Lucas, then Lucifer and many more including your dead husband Caspar... So why can't I?"
I wonder how Robert could argue this, it just baffled me and I reacted harshly.
"Seriously? That's fucking my choice. I don't wanna fuck with you and it's completely fine. Don't you understand this simple thing?"
Robert's face darkened and I couldn't make out his next move. He has always been unpredictable, I was still not sure if he was here to kill or abduct me. Suddenly a sly grin crawled on his face as he laughed at me.
"Fucking bitch, you thought I was here to be in a relationship with you?" He growled, sending shivers down my spine. "I was just being polite as to first fuck you and then kill you. You know right, I'm fucking loyal dog of your father."
"My loyalty to him is unwavering. You or anyone else can't threaten my loyalty."
I realized that I had provoked his killing instinct and I had only a few seconds to escape before he caught me. Taking steps backward, I turned back to run, unfortunately he reached me before I could even leave that silent alleyway.
Tossing me on his right shoulder, he threw me in his car which was parked nearby. Tied up my wrists and ankles with leather belts and started driving in the direction of some club. I couldn't even shout for help because he had my mouth shut by the tape. And I was still weak, giving birth made my body out of shape and my struggles were weak as well.
Giving up, I lay there like a lump of meat and finally he stopped the car. Opening the door, he carried me inside the club where only mobs visited. I never thought such a place existed in London, they were all so busy that none of them noticed me.
He brought me to one dimly lit room and threw my tired body on the bed. He chuckled, "Today I will show you what real sex is."
My eyes widened as I shuddered in fear, I knew what he was going to do with me and I just wished I shouldn't have left for shopping alone. I shouldn't ignore the dangers hovering around me.
He takes out his knife and starts trailing its sharp blade from my forehead to my chest, cutting off my top and then my bra. I closed my eyes in shame, as he circled the tip of his blade around my nipples.
"Hey, Bella," he groaned. "Look at me, open your eyes or I'll make a mess of your body."
He scared the shit out of me, I opened my teary eyes and wanted to beg him to spare me. However I was helpless, he then dropped his knife and lowered his face against my chest. Sniffing me, he licked his lips and cursed,"Damn, your boobs are leaking milk. So it was true that you conceived your dead husband's child and gave birth?"
I couldn't even curse this bastard because my lips were taped. I just glanced at him with disgust and embarrassment. He then slapped his leather belt on my body, making me feel the burning pain.
'Was he going to assault me physically?' I thought as my eyes filled with terror.
Someone...if someone could just save me from this monster. However nobody came and he kept hitting me until my arms and legs turned red.
Tears started flowing out of my eyes as I endured the pain. He then ripped off my skirt, making me completely nude and then crawled on me. Started dry humping over my body, I could feel his thing pushing through my underwear. I was disgusted! I was embarrassed! I wanted the ground to swallow me down.
He then flipped me over and lashed out on my back, making me clench my jaws. He was the monster. He was merciless and enjoyed assaulting me. I never thought he had such a sinister obsession, I wonder how many women might have suffered from this psychopath.
He stopped and touched my back, bruises brunt like hell when his disgusting hand touched my back. He then leaned close and I felt something soft yet moist rubbing on my back...wait! Was he licking my bruises and the blood?
God, have this man away from him. I might throw up, it's so gross.
That very moment someone kicked open the room's door and footsteps metallic boots reached inside my ears.
BANG
"Saint?"