Chapter 7
Milene’s POV
Tate pulled me down the stairs into a dark basement. “Tate please I beg you, let me escape from this psychopath”
He ignored my pleas and dragged me down a dark hallway then opened a heavy door and stepped inside with me. My eyes quickly scanned the room. It was a cell. My heart dropped when I saw the dirty mattress on the floor, with red and yellow stains. I realized what was about to happen. I looked up at the camera in the comer. I knew who Thie worked for. He was Nicolas’s enforcer. I had heard about what they did in Vegas.
Tate let go of me with a sigh. I stumbled back, almost falling over in my dress. “Will you?” I started to ask because I thought that he was going to forer himself on me. Tate shook his head. “Nicolas will deal with you
I froze. “Please, Tate. Don’t let him hurt me. Please.” Tate’s face twisted with something I couldn’t place. I stepped closer, holding his arm. “Tate, please, what can I do to stop him? What does he want from me?”
Tate pulled away. “Nicolas doesn’t like weakness. And he thinks women are weak”
“So, I’m stuck with a man who hates women
“Nicolas doesn’t like weakness.” Tate repeated. “But you’re strong, Milene, you just have to show him that side of you
Tate turned and left, shutting the door behind him, Jocking me in. I searched the room for something I could use, but there was nothing. I couldn’t fight Nicolas. Not with my hands. Fear ran through me. I stared at the mattress again. Yesterday, I was supposed to marry Micheal. Today, Nicolas would force me to sleep with him on that filthy bed. I tried to stay calm but my panic kept increasing. I was worried about my family knowing that they must be worried sick about me. A few minutes later the door opened suddenly and Nicolas stepped inside the room.
I looked at the camera again. Everything would be recorded and sent to my family. My uncle, my father, Daniel even my twin brother Micheal would see. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let Nicolas use me to hurt my family even more.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Nicolas asked from behind,
I forced myself to answer, though my voice shook with fear. “Does it ever work?”
“No,” Nicolas said coldly. “I’m hard to ignore
Turn around,” he ordered.
I didn’t move. My legs refused to obey. Fear kept me frozen, but I couldn’t let him know that. His breath touched my neck, and I shivered. “You’re being disobedient,” he whispered, pushing me down with a heavy hand on my back.
“Actually, this works better,” he said, his voice calm.
The sound of a knife being drawn made me flinch. Nicolas pressed against me, his body hot and close, holding a blade in one hand. “Here’s your choice, Milene. Take off your dress yourself, or I’ll do it for you. What’s it going to bel”
I swallowed hard. I had expected worse, but this was still a test. I reached for the knife, covering the blade with my hand, gripping the cold metal.
“If you give me the knife, I’ll cut my own dress off,” I said, my voice low but defiant. Nicolas laughed, a dark sound that sent chills down my spine. “You want my knife?”
I nodded. To my surprise, he handed it to me. I held the dagger by its sharp edge, and it cut into my palm. I could feel his eyes on me as I stepped back, trying to hide my pain. I knew this was part of his game, to see if I would break, to show him I wasn’t weak. Twasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared.
I remembered Micheal’s training. He had taught me how to fight, knowing what this world was like. I had fought my whole life, but against Nicolas, it wouldn’t be enough. He was stronger. Nicolas stepped forward, disappointed. “It seems like you don’t know what to do with it,” he said.
I quickly turned around and tried to stab him trying to take his by surprise. But he was faster, blocking my wrist with one smooth move. I kept the knife in my hand, though pain shot through my arm. I punched him in the stomach, trying again with the blade, but he barely reacted. He stepped back, almost laughing
I lunged again, but my dress got in the way, Lerished into him, landing on top of him. The knife was still in my hand, but I couldn’t get a clean strike.
Nicolas grabbed my wrist with a twisted grin, pinning me beneath him. I couldn’t move, the knife useless now. I struggled, but it was no use. He was too strong.
Nicolas smiled, but I felt trapped. He pushed my skirt up, positioning himself between my legs, pressing against me. His grip on my wrists kept me
1:13 PM c d
Chapter 7
still, and I couldn’t move. He was on top of me, and there was no way out I wanted to fight, but my body froze. I was trapped. His eyes were filled with excitement, like he was enjoying this. And I hated that he was. But I couldn’t let him see my fear.
“Let go of the knife,” he whispered.
1 did.
I looked at the camera. I wouldn’t give him the pleasure of ever seeing me break.
“Just get it over with Nicolas. Fuck me, beat me,” I said, my voice disgusted. “Just do it because I’m done with your sick and twisted games“,
AD
