❝  Forget what I said 

 It's not what I meant 

Now I can't take it back ❞

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I don't have to open my eyes to know that something is terribly wrong.

I'm very uncomfortable. My shoulders are hurting and I can't feel my arms. When I try to move out of the position, I realise I can't.

I have a hard time opening my eyes. I have a terrible headache and I feel weak. When the room comes into a full view, I sigh to myself. My head falls back in exasperation, seeing I'm tied to a bed with my arms up and over my head and in a standing position, my feet touching the bare mattress.

I'm in the centre of an old building with no windows and no doors in a view. "Oh, fuck me," I mutter to myself and sigh. This is so fucked up.

I try my wrists, but they're tightly tied together. If I move them, it only hurts more. I hold my body up by standing on my feet because my shoulders are starting to hurt like hell from having to have my arms up.

I lick my dry lips, groaning because of the pounding in my head. They had to put a lot of chloroform on the cloth. The stupid assholes could've killed me.

I hear a loud sound of a door opening and closing somewhere and my head lifts up, my body becoming alert. I hear footsteps getting closer to me and I wait in anticipation.

I don't recognise the man that keeps walking towards me. He turns his head to the side, looking at me with interest. "So you've finally gotten enough rest and decided to wake up," he comments.

"I'm used to much more comfort than this."

He smiles. "I bet you are." The man has to be over thirty. When he gets nearer, I get a chance to look at his face even closer. His head is shaved and I see multiple tattoos on his neck that go up to his head.

"Do we know each other?"

He tilts his head to the side, looking at me with complete interest while I have to fight the disgust appearing on my face. "I'm not sure. Did your boyfriend ever tell you about me?"

So it is about Fai. I should've known. I scrunch my face up, blinking at him. "And who, exactly, is my boyfriend?"

The man chuckles. "Let's not play games."

"Sir, you might have the wrong person here."

He clicks his tongue. "Does Fai Mills ring a bell?"

In this moment, I truly wish it didn't. I laugh. "He's far from a boyfriend. I'm Kadience, by the way. I could say it's nice to meet you, but I'm cutting down my lies, so ..."

He sits down on the bed, near my feet. "I know who you are."

"But I don't know who you are," I tell him, looking down at him. I try not to make any sudden movements or show him any of my fear.

"Stefan. I'm glad I have the chance to finally meet you."

The way he's looking at me makes me want to throw up. And I just might if he tries something. "So, how long do you think you will keep me here? I really can't afford to miss much more classes in school." I sigh dramatically.

"Let the school be your last concern. It all depends on how smart your boy is to figure out where you are and to come after you."

I pout. "But I can already figure out you are not the smartest. Fai isn't coming after anyone because we're not even a thing anymore. Damn, now I'm going to fail this year just because of you."

Stefan's nostrils flare and he grabs my ankle. My hands make fists, my body tensing at the sudden move. "I have many, many ways to either shout your mouth or make you scream one thing – my name."

I raise my eyebrows in a mocking interest. "Oh, for real? I wouldn't be too sure about that."

His hand travels higher up my leg. My jaw tenses as he tsks. "Want to bet I can make you come harder than Fai?"

Oh, so it is a competition now. This man, who's way older than Fai, is acting like he's 15 and he's in some action movie or something. "Eh. Fai was pretty useless in that department so it's easy to be better than him. I think I'm more into girls."

His eyes shine disgustingly at my words. "He is pretty useless if he made you start to turn your head into the other direction. But, hey, I'm all for clearing his mess up."

He stands up and when he puts his hand under my sweater, my eyes narrow. "If you like what he had previously put his mouth on, then go ahead. I'm not going anywhere," I say calmly, acting like I'm bored out of my mind.

He takes a knife, putting it in front of my face so I see it. I just look at him in boredom. He grips the sweater and tears it open with his knife in one sudden move, making me sharply take in a huge breath. Oh, fuck.

"Not my mouth, don't worry. But I have the other part of my body who can enjoy a whole lot of you."

He looks at my chest, licking his lips. I have to look away. I'm still breathing calmly. "Okay. But you should hurry, I'm getting tired again." I let out a long, fake, loud yawn, blinking my eyes a few times as they get blurry.

He grabs my jaw in his hand, forcing me to look at him as he brings his face close to mine. "For every time you piss me off or get too brave, you lose a piece of clothing."

A small smile spreads over my face. "Bring it on, you motherfucker. I love playing games."

He steps back with a cruel smile on his lips. "We'll see about that, darling."

When I wake up again, I have a weird taste in my mouth. I feel pain in my wrists from having them tied so tightly together. My arms start to feel numb and my neck hurts like hell when I lift my head.

There's someone standing by the end of the bed, looking at me. When my gaze clears, I see it's the guy that tried to attack me in front of the bar one night. My lips pull up into a snarl. "So we meet again," I say. My voice is groggy because I haven't had anything to drink in God knows how much time.

I don't know how long I've been here. There are no windows to tell the time.

The man steps closer to me and I see he's holding a tray with food and water. I'm fucking starving. I lick my lips and look into his eyes. "Are you going to untie me or are you going to feed me?"

His lips pull up into a sardonic smile. "Who said the food is for you?"

I roll my eyes, groaning. "Fuck, just kill me already or whatever you want to do to me."

"Shut up and stop crying. Here, I'll feed you." He doesn't sound happy about it. I'm not happy to have him this close to me when I'm only in bra and my pants.

"This is starting to feel like a hotel," I grin. "I'd give you two stars, though, because the comfort isn't the best."

He shows a fork of unflavored rice into my mouth to shut me up. I grimace. "Yeah, and the food isn't anything to trip over, either."

"Be happy you even get anything, you ungrateful bitch."

I know I shouldn't, but I hope that Fai, by some miracle, finds out or figures on his own what happened and comes here to rip these misogynistic assholes apart.

I eat the food silently because I have no energy to fight on. I know it's useless. And as long as they all leave me alone, it's good. I'm not scared about what they'll do to me. I know I'm not any use to them, I'm just here to get to Fai. And if they kill me in the end, that's okay. I hope they'll make it painless, at least.

And if they keep me alive and let me go ... I'll probably kill them for daring to fuck with me. "Are you going to keep me tied here?"

The man feeds me again, shrugging. "Probably."

"How original," I say dryly. "What's your name?"

When he looks at me, I notice a scar just above his eyebrow. "Peter," he says.

I can't say anything else because he puts a spoon of tasteless food into my mouth again. "Can you give me some water?"

He does as I say. This is really degrading. I want to punch him every time he gets too near to me, but I can't. If he tries anything ... my legs still work because they're not tied.

I hear a door closing loudly somewhere and Peter doesn't let it disturb him and he calmly continues feeding me. I eye the man from before – Stefan. My blood turns cold just at the sight of him.

He stands at the foot of the bed, his hands in his pockets and looking at us. Me, precisely. Fuck. "Leave us," he tells Peter and he immediately backs away and goes out. What a pussy.

I keep my gaze on Stefan as he walks to the side of my bed. He starts taking the dress shirt off, starting at the buttons on his wrists and continuing from his neck down. Fucking hell.

I keep calm, watching him with a bored look. "So you came back now when I'm well-rested. How thoughtful of you."

Stefan's lips only curl up in the corners. He takes the shirt off, letting it fall down on the floor. He's nicely built, but nothing I couldn't take on. He has tattoos everywhere as well and his nipples are pierced. I raise my eyebrows at that.

He gets on the bed, stepping up and coming face to face to me. I stare at him with a daring look.

"Let's leave Fai a little gift, shall we?"

"Or just kill me and deliver my body at his doorstep."

Stefan chuckles, running his finger down my neck. I move my head to the side, slowly blinking to show him how tired I am of everything he's doing. "Where would be the fun in that?" He leans his head closer to my neck, wanting to place a kiss there, but before he can do that, I wrap my foot around his and, with all the force I can muster, push him backwards. He doesn't move far, but it's enough so I can't extend my leg and kick him into his stomach.

He grabs my foot and twists it painfully. I don't let out a sound. He looks at me with stormy eyes, but I don't react in any way. When he gets near me, I spit right into his face. And, despite everything I can only imagine is coming to me, this is such a good feeling that I have to chuckle. The look on his face is priceless.

I see a vein in his neck throbbing. He gets to me, leaning against my body and slapping me across my face. Hard. It turns my head to the side from the force and I immediately feel my cheek stinging. I close my eyes, but he harshly grabs my jaw and turns my head so I look at him. My emotionless eyes stare right into his stormy, angry ones.

"You fucking whore. That was a stupid, stupid move."

His hand goes to my neck and he squeezes it tightly, choking me. I just blankly stare at him, a small smile spreading across my lips. I hope he understands what my eyes are telling him.

Do it, you motherfucking pussy bitch. Get it over with.

I passed out. That's what I find out when I come to my consciousness again.

When my eyes open, the first thing I feel is stinging on my cheek and then, right after that, the cold. When I look down, I see the asshole took my pants off, too.

The positive thing is that I'm wearing nice underwear, at least.

I know sad people like him. I thought Fai was like this when I first met him. I'm glad he isn't.

I don't know if Stefan has some sort of a sensor or if he's filming me that he knows exactly when to come back into the room.

He wears a curious look and my first thought is that he'd make a terrible poker player because he can't control his thoughts from showing on his face. "The princess awakes again."

"Why didn't you just kill me?" I ask him.

He knocks his chuckle against the bedpost. "That would be far too easy. But I'm losing patience, rest assure. With you especially. I'll give it two days, maximum. Either Fai is really stupid or he really doesn't care about you ... and if he doesn't? You're completely useless to me."

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