Chapter 45

“Bastard...” I cried, feeling the world around me collapse, seeing everything finally go wrong when I should have been worrying about getting away from him, who I thought I'd known for six years.

I tried to hide my face against the floor and let that damn pain consume me until there was nothing left until there were no tears left to wet the concrete. But Mike didn't seem to want that, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face, making the ground scratch my skin.

“You're going to do that looking at me, Sarah,” I said between breaths. “I want to see you suffer slowly, just like I did and you didn't give a shit about me.” Michael used a little more force and lifted me until my back burned from leaning against the cold wall behind me, the worst part of it all, was that I was in that fucking apartment where he left me tied up with broken fingers, watching as he fucked you through the screens. Listening to the sound of your moans without caring about anything else.

I closed my eyes trying not to think about that room, everything that happened and how it happened. However, it made me understand how and why he passed on that information on a simple note.

“What do you want?” Mike knitted his eyebrows together and stood up, ran his broken fingers through his loose hair, and took a deep breath.

“I want revenge, I want to break every one of that son of a bitch's bones. But I guess I got carried away when I saw him and there was nothing left but to dump it on you.”

I held my breath and felt my heart try to leap out of my chest, Mike wouldn't have the guts to do something like that, not the Mike I knew. He was kind and took care of me indiscreetly at work, he made jokes and didn't mind hitting on every woman who passed in front of him.

This wasn't the friend I'd made six years ago.

“Michael, you need to stop this... you're going to end up in jail,” I mumbled hoarsely, my throat was burning and I'd never wished more to be in the damn boring routine I was in.

Mike took a few steps away, walking thoughtfully and glancing in my direction now and then before approaching again.

“Fuck it.” He smiled. “Before that, I'm going to touch that son of a bitch's little girl, I'm going to break bone after bone of God's precious little fingers and you know the best part of all this, Sarah?”

I bit my cheeks, my chest could no longer contain the throbbing, pain of knowing that I would never see my family again, that I would never see David... At that point, I didn't even care about Mike anymore, the only feeling I still had for him was disgust.

“That he's no longer here to protect you and Ben...” He held his face as he spoke of his brother. “Benjamin must have mentioned how rebellious and moody I was, didn't he?” But he probably didn't mention that because of him, my life was fucking hell.

“Mike...” I couldn't finish what I was about to say, Michael slapped the back of his hand against my cheek, shutting me up and making my earring again.

“You have no right to call me that anymore, Sarah. You're just a bitch who's going to suffer in her dead boyfriend's place.” I tried to hold it back, but a heavy tear stubbornly filled my cheek. “Oh, that's lovely. But let's see how long your screams last when I break your first bone.”

“No... please...” My face was slapped again before Mike lifted me off the floor and placed me on an iron table, which, at a glance, appeared to be surgical.

He had stolen parts and furniture from the hospital, that much I knew for sure.

Mike abused my weakness and all the pain I was feeling to position me on the table, stretching out my arms and securing them with the leather buckle we used in surgery. My legs were the next to be strapped to the table and I couldn't scream, perhaps out of fear, perhaps because I was hoarse.

But nothing came out of my throat but frightened sobs.

“You know, I should fuck you first. Take advantage of the fact that you're still in perfect condition and finally fulfill my fantasies about you.” Michael murmured, running his fingers up my legs and I struggled, trying to escape the horrible sensation he was causing in me. “What do you think of that, redhead?”

“Go to hell, Michael!” I was finally able to scream because of the urge I felt when I felt his fingers near my groin. “You're a piece of shit and you'll never be man enough, Ben was right about you and David...” My voice broke and I had to swallow back the tears before continuing. “You'll never be half as good as he is.”

Michael turned red and pulled out a small knife from inside his jacket, I closed my eyes and turned my face away, keeping my fear to myself. Then my shirt was ripped open and my bra snapped in half, Mike slid the knife across my belly which trembled at the disturbing sensation that spread across my skin. The button, the zipper, and my panties were pulled out of the way, leaving only part of my body covered and nothing that should be covered.

“Fucking bitch!” My face received another blow. “Maybe I'll start by breaking your ribs to see if you'll shut the fuck up.”