Deliverance for Amelia (14 page)

Chapter Thirty-Two: Amelia

“
W
ILL YOU MISS ME?” Gabe asks as Esmerelda puts the remainder of his clothing and toiletries into the expensive, leather suitcase.

I scoff and cross my arms over my chest. The rain taps against the wide window, and I watch the puddles that have collected below ripple with each drop.

I see my reflection in the glass, accompanied by Gabe’s approaching one. The look on his face is frightening. He’s lustful. However, I have no want to sleep with him. I have no want for him to put a baby in my womb.

I’m not allowed to be on birth control any longer, and my last shot that I was allowed has worn off.

“Leave us.” He growls, and Esmerelda scurries from the room.

I feel trepidation course through my veins as I feel his breath against the top of my head and the heat from his body at my back. He’s scorching my cold skin with his want. He cannot sleep with me if I do not allow it, he wouldn’t. Gabe said he would never rape me.

He places his large hands on my shoulders before leaning down and whispering into my ear, “I must have you before I leave. I’ll be gone for a week.”

I shake my head, “Gabe-”

Before I can finish, he grabs my jaw harshly and snaps my head towards him. His eyes are burning with something I’d not seen before.

“Y-you’re hurting me.” I whimper as he forcefully pulls me to my feet. A dark chuckle escapes him as he pulls at the buttons of my top with his free hand.

I frantically grab at his hand, but it’s no use.

“Stop!” I holler as one button is freed and then the next. Tears fill my eyes as reality hits me. He’s not going to stop.

I’m relieved when he releases my jaw, but it’s short lived as he shoves the shirt over my shoulders. My body is trembling as he moves on to my skirt. I try and slap his hands away. That was a bad idea.

He rears back and the back of his hand strikes me across my face with more force than I ever thought possible. He hit me. He’s never done that before. The intensity of the strike sends me to my hands and knees. As I try and collect a breath, I feel something slam into my stomach. I feel as though my organs were shifted by the blow as I fall to my side. My chest is heaving as hot tears streak my face.

“Stop… Please…” I whisper. My eyes travel up to his impassive gaze, his pupils fill in the once colored irises. I feel a shiver wrack through my body as I attempt to stand.

“Gabe… my birth control… it’s worn off… I-I’m not ready to be a mom… not yet.” I plead with a shaky voice.

My scalp burns as he lifts me by my hair.

“I don’t care.” He growls.

I scream as he effortlessly tosses me onto the bed. My skirt is ripped from me as I kick and holler. He doesn’t stop.

Once I’m stripped bare, he shoves into me with his length. Stars sprinkle across my vision as white-hot pain burns me from my core, all the way to my fingertips. My once dry vagina becomes moist. Not from satisfaction. Not from pleasure.

I’m being ripped as he fucks me. Unwillingly. More tears flow as my head falls to the side. I feel the blood trickle from my opening as he continues to rape me.

I stare at the door. My screaming has ceased. All that I can hear is the sickening wetness and slapping along with Gabe’s animalistic grunts and growls.

My last freedom, stripped, just as my heart had been, just as my soul had been.

I’m no longer human. Trapped in subspace as he feeds his demons.

I’m nothing. A void, a broken toy to be used and abused.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Able

I
STAND WITH MY GAZE LOCKED on the white wall directly in front of me, my hand is resting on the gun strapped to my side.

The sounds emanating from the master bedroom door are sickening. He couldn’t be raping her… could he?

A man
raping
his wife?

I did some research since I’ve been here. His parents left him a hefty inheritance and he used to serve in the military prior to them passing. However, I cannot find any type of work history after that point. He sold his father’s company after he died – so what does this business that he has to tend to entail?

Amelia, on the other hand,
was
a college student, a college student that went missing from a party. She was gone for months. Her father had gone on and on that she had ran off with a man who is 17 years her elder. It’s just odd. Then, when the media began to question his word, they are all spotted in Cabo, looking like a happy little family. What the fuck?

If she’s here against her will – why is her father claiming that she is not? I wouldn’t normally question an employer in such a way, but there is something wrong with this picture. Now he’s in there potentially raping her.

I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them and focusing on the wall once more.

I sigh when the disgusting noises stop. Did he kill her?

The door flies open, kissing my cheek with a breath of air. Gabe stalks out and quietly closes the door.

He smirks when he sees me and brushes past me and down the stairs. The front door opens, then closes and the engine of a car comes to life outside.

I have to fight the urge to open the door. The seedy business that I’m involved in requires that I remain impassive. Emotionally detached. I’ve done it for years, and have always turned the other cheek. Why is it so difficult now? I think of Amelia’s beautiful, somber eyes and bright smile. Yes, that right there. That makes it so very hard.

A while later, I hear steps and see Esmerelda ascending the stairs with a basket of laundry. She smiles as she rests the basket on her hip and knocks on the door. She waits for a few seconds and frowns when there is no answer.

“Hello?” She questions with her broken English. Nothing. I feel my heart pick up the pace as she turns the knob. The basket drops and clothes scatter across the floor as Esmerelda’s hands fly up to her mouth before the whispers, “Oh, Hermosa. Lo Que Paso?”

Chapter Thirty-Four: Gabe

I
WATCH THE STREET LIGHTS PASS as I take a sip of my drink. The warmth from the liquor is coursing through my veins, calming me.

She refused me. I’m pretty sure that we’ve discussed building our family before. She doesn’t want one? Tough shit. The want and need to put my seed in her is primal to say the least. I said that I wouldn’t rape her before I knew that she is the one that I would choose to make mine. Forever. I want our DNA to duplicate and connect. I want an heir.

I want my name to live.

What I feel for her is as close as I can encounter love. I
own
her. She’s
my
wife. Mine. I want to see how beautiful she becomes as she carries life inside of her. My child. Preferably a son. If not, we will continue to try and will not stop until that happens.

A wife. A family. Normalcy.

Will I love my child? Will that be the only love that I will ever know? I’m not sure.

The fact that I hurt her is indisputable. Inside and out. Once I found my release, something inside of me snapped. The darkness had taken over, and I was coming down when I looked down at her still body.

My own cock is raw from her dry core. I’m sure it’s also covered in her blood. She will learn not to deny me. Sex should be pleasurable. I prefer her gasping as a result from an orgasm coursing through her. Not fear. Not pain.

Amelia is the only one in this world that I could honestly say that about.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Able

A
PATHY IS SOMETHING THAT COMES NATURAL for me at this juncture of my life.

I learned that when I was a kid. Compassion and love, even vengeance would only further harm what became my broken mind. My soul was bruised beyond repair.

However, the absolute rage and remorse that is pumping through me as I look at her bruised, bloody body is undeniable.

She’s broken. He broke her. Fractured the little fight that she had left.

Her legs are splayed and her inner thighs are streaked with blood. Her eyes are empty as she looks at the door. Not at me, or Esmerelda, whose cheeks are now streaked with tears. You would think that Amelia was dead if not for the occasional blink or her chest which expands with each shallow breath. I know that look. She’s checked out emotionally.

Esmerelda waves her hands dramatically as she turns swiftly and exits the room. Yeah, lady – reality just smacked me in the face as well.

“Amelia.” I whisper. My eyes flit to the wall, and see a camera mounted. This guy has eyes everywhere, except for the piano room. Then again, the piano room has no windows, so that would make sense from a security perspective.

Luckily, I’m pretty savvy when it comes to computer systems. He’d shown us the office where the monitors and controls are. I look down at my watch. 12:30 on the dot. He’s in the plane by now. So he’s likely not using his phone. He emphasized that he would be keeping an eye on things through his mobile. I’ll have to cut this portion out and fill it with other footage.

She doesn’t respond as I walk to her. I keep my eyes locked onto her bruised face. I can’t bring myself to look at the rest of her abused body.

I look over the two doors within the bedroom. I walk over and open the first. A closet. The one next to it is a bathroom. I locate a towel and wet it with warm water before making my way towards her once more. I sit beside her and hesitantly wipe at her thighs with the towel. She jumps at first, and then she’s still once again. Once I clean her, I walk over to the closet and retrieve what I’m assuming is one of Gabe’s cotton t-shirts. I gently grab her wrists and pull her up into a sitting position before dressing her. Her head hangs low and her hair partially hides her face.

A sob erupts from her and they continue as her body shakes. I hold my hands in front of me, not sure what to do.

“He said he wouldn’t!” She shrieks as the tears begin to fall. Her brown eyes meet mine as she begins repeating, “He said he wouldn’t, he said he wouldn’t.”

She begins rocking back and forth once she wraps her arms around herself. I shakily reach out and gently brush my fingers over her bruised, swollen cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Amelia. So sorry.” I whisper as I pull her into my arms.