Chapter 47

Sarah

I tasted blood, maybe I had fainted again from the pain, but I wasn't sure.

Michael was standing over me when I opened my eyes, watching my face closely. He seemed to be looking forward to the moment when I would wake up again, and I was right. He smiled as I started to move again, trying to free my arms, and, as I remembered, they were still trapped.

The weight of Mike's body was uncomfortable and blocked some of my breathing, forcing me to make short movements with my chest so that I wouldn't pass out again, but he didn't seem to care as he smiled and caressed my face with his crooked fingertips.

“I could spend days like this, redhead. Watching you sleep that's what I intended when you agreed to go out with me of your own free will.” He moved to press my body against the table, taking what little air I had. “I thought for a moment while you were sleeping beautifully on that table, maybe all this was never about getting back at your dead boyfriend. It was all because of you.”

“I had nothing to do with your madness, you did it on your own.” He clenched his jaw, taking the only breath I could muster.

“No, Sarah... it's about you, did you see how many people you hurt to end up letting even your boyfriend die?” First Jess, then me, your boyfriend, and Benjamin will be next when he finds out you let David fuck you in his bed.

I tried to struggle to get his body off mine, but Michael lowered his face and bit the thin skin of my breast. I screamed, feeling the burning radiate until he finally let go of my teeth.

“Mike, please...” I gasped, trying not to think of what else he could do.

“Quiet...” I said, squeezing my cheeks. “What do you say we pull out your nails? I'll send one to my brother as a present, so we'll both have a piece of you. Yes, I'd send it to David too, but you know... he can't have anything dead.” I whimpered, receiving another bite under the same breast, Michael sighed, keeping his face touching more than I would have liked him to.

My hair was already soaked with tears, with the sweat that fear had made me have, and Michael smiled, running his face down my skin and marking it with bites. I no longer had the voice to scream because of the pain, and the air was even worse to come by with my throat bruised from pushing too hard.

I might never be able to get out of here again, I knew that if he carried on like this that was more than possible. But I would make my last breath hell for his life.

“No!” I screamed the moment the inside of my thigh was marked with his teeth. “Michael!” He laughed, moving on to the other thigh and using the same force.

“That's better than fucking you, Sarah!”

I gasped, using the rest of my strength to fight, to break through those leather locks as he watched me make random circles with his fingers on my skin.

“Do you know what Ben calls you when he's alone with me?” He locked his lips into a thin line and I smiled, feeling my skin tear with every bite. “Little shit and you know what? You're nothing but.”

I screamed again as the skin above my ribs tore with his teeth.

“There won't be a fucking thing left for Ben to recognize, Sarah!” Michael shouted, hitting the side of my head with the base of the knife he'd used to cut off my clothes.

The sounds became hollow for a few minutes along with blurred vision, I felt like I was underwater. My ears plugged with the blow and I felt like I was going to fall off the table even though I was completely stuck to it.

My body was left alone for a while as I felt lost in the sensation, it was a numbness, and it made my body hot and numb.

Michael disappeared from my blurred field of vision and left me alone long enough for me to feel everything that was still attached to my body; the shirt was still stuck to my back, and my pants were torn from the waist to the right knee.

Exposed like a slaughtered animal, ready to be desiccated.

I whimpered with debauchery, I was definitely that in that place.

I raised my head to look around me, but it was difficult, the blows had affected part of my vision and all my eyes could see was a few meters in front of me. My body was scarred, undermined by bites and cuts. Michael was not merciful and his damned hatred had turned his heart.

I looked sideways again and could see the leather straps that held my wrists taut, they were buckled and it wasn't difficult to unbuckle them if I wasn't trapped by them. I whimpered again, feeling my wounds sting. I wriggled around trying to feel more of the straps, but to no avail.

I turned to my right hand, the end of the strap wasn't under the buckle and only the pin held the strap loose. I twisted my wrist, feeling my skin burn, but I continued and bent my thumb inwards in an attempt to reduce the size of my hand to the same thickness as my wrist.

To no avail, this would only be possible if I had the stomach to dislocate my finger and it would hurt like hell.

“Smile, Sarah. We're almost done and then I can get on with my fucking life knowing that you won't be with anyone after me.” I grunted, forcing my wrist, trying to break it at once to free my hand. “Hey, redhead... you want some help?”

Mike sighed as he grabbed my arm and slammed the base of the gun against my ring finger, the dry sound of bones breaking made my eyes sting before the pain hit. My body slammed against the table and I stopped struggling, my body no longer strong enough to take it. Not with all the pain I was feeling.

“Ah, come on! It was only one, we still have nine to play with. I'm still being delicate, your dead boyfriend broke mine one after the other...”

I clamped my mouth shut, I couldn't answer like I used to, the pain was making me slightly unconscious.

“Stay here quietly, I need one more thing before we can continue.” Michael disappeared from my field of vision again and I used the pain that was already throbbing in my hand to pull the rest of the bones in.

The sound rang in my ears and I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming, but my arm was loose...

I groped for the rest of the clothes left on my body and found only the key to Ben's house and, in my left pocket, the tip of my phone. I gasped, but with a broken finger and a dislocated one, I couldn't pull it out.

Cursed was the day I chose to be a psychiatrist and not a first-aider.

I lifted my hips and placed my hand under my tailbone, putting pressure on the junction of the bones, then pushed at once. The pop made me dizzy, the pain numbed me. I slowly pulled out the handset and looked at the screen, messages from Ben and several calls from David. My eyes watered and I simply pressed the callback button, the phone rang only once before a desperate voice answered.

“Sarah!” I cried instead of asking for help, the sound of David's voice on the other end of the line made me lose my breath. “Sarah! My love, come in!”

I fumbled for breath to answer, but it was difficult knowing that he was fine.

“David...” I whispered tiredly.

“I'm coming, darling.”

My handset flew away and the snap made my body convulse, I had no breath left to scream and my consciousness shattered into pieces before I could understand what Michael was shouting.