ADRIA'S POV:

And I knew my troubles are increased.

His eyes became red in an instant. His body shaking due to anger. He got up from over me and stood next to the bed.

"You are lying, aren't you?", his eyes were fixed on me. I crawled back and sat on the bed, my back glued to the headboard.

"I am not lying. I have a boyfriend", my reducing confidence could be detected from my voice. I was scared by his angry form but I refused to show him that. At least I tried to.

"FUCK!", he yelled and started throwing things here and there. The lamp beside the bed was now broken, the vase which looked antique was shattered in pieces, the chairs were smashed on the ground. He was destroying the room.

"Fuck you! don't destroy that pot. It seems damn expensive", I screamed when he was going to break a very expensive looking hookah pot. I loved that thing it looks so good.

But wait, wasn't I supposed to be scared. I glanced a Satan again and he was looking back at me.

I gulped. I should really learn to keep my mouth shut.

"You think it's a joke, huh!", he took long strides towards me but still managed not to trip on any broken glass piece.

"Ahh.. leave me you bastard. Fuck! leave me", I screamed on top of the lungs when he picked me up with no trouble and threw me on his shoulder.

"You couldn't keep your legs close for three years. I never thought you as a slut, Andrea. Now I will show you what happens with sluts like you", he yelled and I started kicking my legs.

"Leave me. Leave me"

"Stop angel. I don't want to get angrier", he roared and slapped my ass harshly. I cried out in pain. It stings.

"I am not Andrea. Can't you get this simple thing? Are you a psyc.....", I stopped when he started walking down a dark staircase. There was barely any light in the way. It almost felt like he was carrying me to a dungeon.

"Where ar.. are are you taking me", I asked and got no answer.

"I.. I.. its dark here. I can't see your handsome face", I tried to enlighten his mood. Maybe it would lessen his anger. But still, I got only one thing... silence.

"Hmmm.. I am hungry. Is there McDonald's under there?", I asked again. Trying my best to calm myself down. Not that it worked in any way.

But this time instead of silence I got a loud animalistic growl and another hard smack on my butt.

I cursed my dad cause he never taught me when to shut my nasty little mouth.

"Please Aussie. I am scared of the dark. Please, Aussie boy. I loved your room. What say I go and clean the mess you created", I offered pouting. Not that he could see me as my face was hanging near his back.

"If you don't shut up right now.......", if it was any guy from my school giving me empty threats, I might have laughed and spit on his face. Yes.. I am serious. I have spat on many already. But this was not any guy. This was Aussie-Pussy-Satan Hawk. The name itself is quite scary, isn't it? 

Ok, the real name Austin Hawk is scary.

My nonsense rambling in my own head was stopped when he stopped in front of a big iron door. It looked quite scary.

"What is this?", I asked again. I can't keep quite, can I?... Nah!

I was again answered very politely with silence.

Without keeping me down Satan opened the door with ease, I started hyperventilating since the room was too very suffocating. It was dark, without any window. A strong smell hit me, it was of sweat and even........... toilet. Ewww.

Satan pressed a button and a single bulb lit up. The scene before me shook me to the core.

If the room smelt bad, it looked worse. There were blood stains all over it. Over the walls, over the table which was in the middle of the room. The chair beside it had ropes as if to tie someone. There were ugly kinds of stuff like belts, rods, something looking like a hunter with spikes on it, some iron chains with loops and many other things I would rather vomit than describe.

Satan placed me down so that I was standing on my legs. I breathed a.... Eww, why did I even breathe? It's too stinky over here.

But then I remembered I should be scared. Yes! Yes! I am in a torture room. I should be scared.

"Wh.. why did you brin..briing me here", I asked in a shaky voice. He didn't answer just grabbed a chair from a corner and sat on it. The door was closed now. I was standing in front of him like a criminal.

"You know what", he started, his voice low yet scary. His face held no emotions as if a dead body speaking. Wow! Zombie.

"I never thought I will bring you here. Yet it happened. It happened earlier than I could ever imagine", I gulped at his words.

"Look at the room around you. It would show you what have you made me in these three years"

"I am no..", I tried but he threw me a glare that had the ability to shut my mouth in an instant.

"So this place is where I tortured people to the point they even forgot what their name was, to the point they cursed the day they were born, to the point they would pee in their pants after just hearing my name, to the point they stop breathing", I was trembling by now. My knees too shaky to even help me stand.

"I was devasted when you suddenly disappeared, Angel. I was lost. Augustus helped me to gather myself. I took my dad's position. People used to say that Damon Hawk was ruthless but when I started they started comparing how my father was better than me. That I was an animal who can go to any level just to flourish his business. And they are right. I am an animal. I can do anything to the people who cross me", Suddenly he got up and gripped my neck. His grip around my neck tight enough to choke me. I started struggling, clawing his arm, digging my nail into them, kicking my legs but nothing worked.

"I always wanted to be your first but you were young. So I decided to wait until you were at least 18. But you couldn't keep your legs closed. You let another man fuck you", he said and after few seconds left my neck.

I was breathing heavily, taking in as much air as I could.

"I.. I.. didn't", I said still panting. "We didn't fuck. We made love. I love him. He is still my boyfriend. He is better than you", I managed to say.

"Fuck! Andrea..."

"I am not Andrea. For fuck's sake stop....", he was again standing in front of me. I stopped talking and moved a step back.

"I get it now. You got some bastard that's why you are refusing to recognize me. Isn't it?", he started taking steps in my direction I started stepping back. "But you know what, I know a very useful method. Which never fails to get the truth out of someone. It would be your punishment for whoring around and it would help you remember the sweet time we shared", I stopped as my legs hit the table, his arms were now to the either side of me, trapping me. "Pain can be very effective Angel", I sucked in a breath as he said this.

He then dragged me to a corner where there were metallic chains hanging from the ceiling and some attached to the wall.

"What are you doing", I asked panicked. He didn't answer just forced me to face the wall. I started struggling when he tied my right hand to a chain hanging down the ceiling. Ignoring my protests he did the same with my left hand. Tied my legs with the chain attached to the wall. Now I couldn't move.

"This will teach you to never ever think about another man", he said. I could sense him standing behind me. I heard a click, I tilted my head to see that he had removed his belt.

"No..no.. no. Please", I panicked but he paid no attention to me. He looked like he was possessed.

"So Andrea, do you remember me now?", he asked through gritted teeth, anger, frustration, hatred and slight hurt clearly heard in his voice.

"I am not Andrea, and I don't fucking remember you", I hissed looking straight in his eyes and pulled on the restraints only to hiss in pain as the cold metal cut into my wrists.

"You still don't remember me, love. Then I will make you", his threatening words were followed by my blood curling scream as the leather belt landed on my back, tearing my soft skin.

It felt like someone had placed a burning wood on my back. It hurt like hell.

"Do you remember me now", he asked, his body was vibrating due to anger.

"No", my answer didn't change. The pain can hurt me. But I can't give him the pleasure of knowing it.

"Aggghhh", He roared like an animal and the belt sliced my skin again. I screamed and arched my back, a pathetic attempt to ease the pain. But nothing worked. The pain was getting worse with every passing second.

"Do you remember me now", his voice held something..... pain. But it didn't matter.

"Aaahhhhh...", I screamed again and again as he kept on lashing me again and again.

After some minutes my protests died, I was too weak to even scream. My head hanging down, my knees bent, if it wasn't the chains locking my wrists I would have felt down.

But he still kept on lashing me. Asking me the same question before every lash. Now I didn't and couldn't answer.

I can't give him what he wants. Because I am not her.

The last thing I saw before darkness took over me was, droplets of blood dripping down my legs.