My eyes shot open at the wetness on my face. I blinked a few times the water getting into my eyes. I felt like a train hit me. I felt like screaming but my throat felt too raw to make a sound. Whimpers fell out of my mouth as pain washed over my body. I quickly sat up, the contact of the chair I was sitting on with my back made my wounds worse. My hands were shaking I was too scared to look at them but I could feel everything.

I looked around in terror not recognising the place I was in, it was another room yet it also smelled of blood and dead meat. I now had a shirt over my body and my right side had a new found pain. I closed my eyes soft sobs leaving my mouth I was in so much of pain, the nails were off the wall but they were still in my hands. I wished I didn't wake up.

My back felt like someone had poured some dettol on the wounds, it burned. The pain never ceased and I couldn't stop shaking in pain, I could feel every single wound made by his whip; it was on fire. I was paralysed in pain. There was a new sting coming from a part of my body that I didn't recognise but what I could clearly tell was that it stung.

It was at my side just under my arm next to my right boob. I didn't know what it was and I didn't particularly care at this moment, I just wanted the pain to end. I just wanted to feel numb of everything, I wanted my body to be numb just like how I felt inside. My heart was bleeding but that was okay compared to my body, I couldn't complain.

"Fainting will never get you anywhere with me Love." he said his voice coming from behind me. My whole body stilled as my teeth started chattering in fear, goosebumps covered my trembling body. I couldn't stop crying.

"Leave us." he said, a guy who had a glass half filled with water nodded before leaving and shutting the door behind him. I hadn't even see him.

"Come here." he said he didn't have to repeat himself even though I knew he wouldn't. I stood up and turned around facing him, my heart was running a marathon. There were dark red blood stains on his shirt, as red as his hair that he always kept intact. My eyes moved to his hands which were worse they were covered in blood.

"Lachlan I'm sorry." I whimpered, not knowing what to do anymore. I just wanted him to forgive me. I didn't care that he was crazy I just wanted his forgiveness. I was scared what he planned on doing next. The pain in my hands, back and the side of my boob seemed to be getting worse as I was standing.

I slowly walked over to him with my eyes down cast to the floor. Behind him lay two vicious dogs even when they were laying down and not doing anything they looked terrifying, in their cage. I felt like I couldn't breath, I started hyperventilating and my hands shook at my sides. I couldn't take anymore. Couldn't he just kill me. I just wanted to die.

"Breathe." he commanded instantly making me hold my breath and vigorously nod my head breathing in and out wanting to show him I was listening to him, fresh tears rushing down my face. My breathing went back to normal but my tears didn't stop.

"I want you to go over at the table and finish what I have already started for you." he said looking at me when I looked at the table not far from him I almost puked. There was a body with some missing limbs. There was so much of blood. I shook my head, I couldn't even comfort myself with my hands as they still had nails in them, I don't think I could even think straight.

"Is that a no?" his tone was low and dangerously calm. I would have peed myself If my bladder was full. I whimpered at the simple question. I was out of breath, terror taking over my body.

"I'm not saying no- I'm not- I'm not saying no." I repeated looking into his dark green eyes needing him to believe me. I didn't want to make things worse even though I didn't think they could get any worse I had a feeling Lachlan could make that possible.

"I didn't- know he was coming, I went there for Anele and - and - and he just popped up - I didn't know - I didn't invite him. I'm so sorry." my stomach turned, I hoped he would understand and at this point I would say anything right now to get him to forgive me.

His silence was maddening, I watched too scared to move as he pulled the nails out of hands, giving each hand his attention making me scream and hold my bleeding hands to my chest as I sobbed in pain watching the blood run down my arms. I bit my trembling lip in pain trying to contain myself but I couldn't, it hurt so much it hurt so badly. Lachlan had already turned his back to me and was now standing next to the table and cleaning his hands and saw of the blood on it before taking a seat not far from the table pouring himself some dark liquor.

"My dogs are hungry. " he said not giving me anytime to compose myself as if he didn't just rip nails of my hands. I hand small holes in my hands. I couldn't stop crying or the hiccups as I walked over to table. I couldn't even recognise Liam. His legs and head were cut off.

I couldn't do this, my eyes were stuck on the table, the smell of thick blood entering my nostrils, my eyes were hurting from all the crying.

"Lach- Lachlan please don't make me do this. Please don't -" my hiccups seemed to be taking over my body, my sobs stopping my speech. I was so afraid of looking at him, afraid of what I would find.

Lach- Lachlan please don't make me do this. Please don't -" I couldn't even describe how disturbed I felt seeing what was infront of me I was so scared, my hands couldn't stop trembling I didn't know whether it was from the pain or fear.

"I can't hold it - my hands - they hurt so much - I-I can't."

"Hold it like you held his flowers love." he said chuckling showing a glimpse of his perfectly white teeth, even the simple act emphasised his perfect features, no humor laced his tone; I could see his eyes darken as he placed his drink aside and stood up placing his hands in his pocket and looked at me.

"Would you like me to help you?" he asked, his tone promised me otherwise. I felt the blood rush into my head as I looked straight ahead at the table gulping. Even though he was sitting down he was terrifying, I could tell the smell of blood made him hungry for more. Lachlan wasn't human I didn't think he was, the darkness in his eyes was animalistic. It was scary. I knew he was murderous. His eyes never left him, he was daring me to say no to him so he could deal with me.

I took the chainsaw from the table with trembling hands and did the unthinkable, the pain coming from my hands was worse because I was using them. I cried harder from the pain and cutting someone's body with a chainsaw. I paused two times before closing my eyes and doing it, he told me to open my eyes and I did. Liam's blood splattered all over me and on my face but thankfully non got in my eyes. I was beyond traumatised.

When he said I could stop I wasted no time in dropping the chainsaw and puking at the foot of the table on the other side. I puked until I felt like there was nothing left in my stomach. I was afriad he would be mad at me as I stepped away from the table wiping my mouth with the clean part of the shirt and repeatedly chanting how sorry I was while moving away I felt so dizzy and I couldn't see properly anymore because I couldn't get myself to stop crying and before I knew it I didn't even know what was happening all I knew I was going down, hitting my head in the process and everything went dark.

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I slowly came about fighting with my heavy eyes. I took a deep breath in recalling everything as my heart painfully constricted. The pain that washed over me made decide on forever being in this position. I could smell his scent so I knew I was in his bed and I didn't sense him anywhere near me so I knew I was alone in his bed. My chest moved up and down as images filled my head.

My tears were already wetting my silk pillow case as they never ended, the pain coming from my hands was as if they were still slowly being hammered into the wall. The room was dark and I could barely see anything because of the lack of light which I didn't care much about at the moment and the blurriness in my eyes. There was a cloth around my hands, probably a bandage which was the same material covering my back.

Psychopath had been ringing in my mind along with evil. I've never met someone so cruel, not only was he fucked up in the head he had power and those were the kind of people that ruled the world. The kind of people no one wished to cross paths with. Light sobs left my mouth bouncing of the dark walls of this room as I cried my heart out in the dark trembling in pain. I've never been so terrified of someone in my entire life.

This showed me how little I knew of the world, how little I knew of people. I've always kept to myself and yes I knew there were evil people out there but I could have never imagined someone like Lachlan. Deep down I wished he would have just have killed me and I would have probably begged for my life everyone wants to die until the barrel of the gun is actually facing them then the fear would seep in.

But I wanted to die. I wanted the pain to end and the images of what he made me do and what he did to me stop but mostly I wanted to be away from him. I didn't think he would ever get bored and let me go or just let me leave, those specs of hope slowly died everytime he would look at me, it's like to him there was nothing wrong with what he was doing and if it was wrong he didn't give a fuck as long as I was with him and I knew who I belonged to.

I questioned how God allowed such people to exist and why he allowed our paths to cross. Lachlan was a walking evil. In this moment I didn't see a way out or a future for myself that I liked, a future without him unless I was dead. And at this moment I was so convinced I wanted to die so convinced my mind wouldn't naturally trigger the instinct if needing to live when the gun was pointed to my forehead.

My heart jumped in my chest when I heard the door from the bathroom open I painfully bit into my lip to stop the sobs and closed my eyes, I knew closing  mouth wouldn't work, I was so scared I needed to force it shut. I could feel his steps, he switched on the night light on my side of the bed before making his way to his side. As much as I wanted to pretend to be asleep, I couldn't stop how my body jerked every now and then from my deep sobs as I wet the soft pillow under me. I felt him get closer, holding my breath as Lachlan got close to me now seemed to an instinct for me. I tightened my eyes as he got under the covers.

I couldn't move, I wanted to scoot from him or turn from him but I was in too much of pain to do either plus I don't think my mind would let me. I couldn't hold in my cries any longer as he pulled my closer to him, grazing my wounds in the process and trippling the amount of pain I was in, I could feel the blood in my mouth from my bottom lip. He held me to his chest as I forgot myself to breathe. I didn't say anything and let him, it wasn't like I had a choice.

I didn't like the intimate position were in, my head laid of his hard chest as his thick arm was protectively wrapped around me. All I could smell was his deceiving scent. I knew he could feel me tremble on his chest, in his arms.

"Can I please get some painkillers or something to ease the pain - I can-I can't -" I stopped shutting my eyes, I didn't want to speak to him after what he did to me but I couldn't, I felt like I would die from the pain.

"And how will that make you learn. Pain teaches you, pain makes it unforgettable." I wanted to scream and hit him but I felt defeated, defeated and powerless. I could not believe what he just said, what kind of psychopath was he. I was certain I would die from pain, I literally had nails in my hands and he whipped me, how was I suppose to manage that. 

"Why - are you doing this to me?" I questioned into the silence my voice small and fragile not sounding like my own. I understood why my voice was like this I had been screaming and crying and I was scared.

"What did I do to you?" his voice was deep and broad, he didn't need to repeat anything even though my ears were ringing, it was crystal clear. I couldn't believe the question, where do I even start.

"You - no- you kidnapped me." I whispered into his chest no longer caring about my voice trying to understand him. I need to understand him in order to survive.

"I can't kidnap what already belongs to him." he simply said, his voice was leveled and calm. From his tone I confirmed he saw nothing wrong with this.

"You hurt me."

"You let another man place his hands on you." no remorse or sympathy could be found in his voice in fact I feared he would get murderous again so I dropped it. Silence followed as I kept my mouth shut my mind running. I felt like this was all a horrible dream and I would wake up at any moment now and pray and tell my sister all about it and then she would hold me in her arms and assure me that everything was going to be okay and that it was just a dream. This couldn't be happening.

"What do you want from me?" I asked my voice low and desperate. I was met with no response, I knew he heard me he just chose not to answer. My eyes felt heavy, the pain I was experiencing felt like it was spreading to my entire body. I felt very exhausted.

"I know that you will eventually get tired of me and let me go but please- just do it now. I promise I won't tell anyone and I promise you won't even see me again." the words left my mouth desperation lacing each word as my heart hammered against my chest. Deep down I didn't believe he would but I didn't want to let go of the little faith that he would, I just wanted to go home if he lets me go home, I seriously wouldn't tell anyone. I would just go to therapy because after previous event I needed therapy, I was traumatised.

Lachlan could have any woman he wanted. As much as he was worse than the devil on the inside on the outside he looked beyond immaculate, he would make any woman stare. I knew he had no trouble in that department and I understood clearly that he was crazy and thought he could take ownership of people but I really didn't care about all of that I would not go to the police or the Hawks I would just go home and try and forget but never tell.

"Really you think I would get tired of you?" he asked amusement clear in his voice. I didn't like where this was headed. I didn't like his response I just wanted him to tell me I could go home tomorrow first thing in the morning, that's all I wanted. Even if he was to kick me out now I would be so happy. I could see him thanks to the night light there was no moon today I guessed, Lachlan knew I hated the darkness so if there was no moon he switched on the night light for me even though we haven't even spent a week together. I looked into his magnificent green eyes how could something so beautiful be so evil. I just wanted him out of my life and at this point I didn't care how.

"You will be my wife, the mother of my children and the woman I will come home to until our last days. I will never let you go. " he said the seriousness in his tone was unsettling. I ran out of words, my mouth became dry and I looked away from him and my eyes just stared out into nothingness. I was so tired of crying but everything he said triggered me. I kept quiet as I tried to convince myself otherwise.

I didn't want to have a mental breakdown because I knew that if that is what Lachlan wants than that will happen. I was so scared of my future I didn't even want to think about it. I didn't know if sleep was ever going to come because of the pain I was in or because of how close he was to me. I closed my eyes, the tears never ceasing as I tried to sleep, trying to push away the death sentence he just gave me to the back of my head.

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