Drive Me Wild

Chapter 42 - Abigail

The ache in my muscles had eventually eased and slowly, I started to relax.

Tensions were high at the moment; Pavel wanted his plan to go accordingly. I knew Duke would easily overestimate him, but I hadn't heard a word yet. The plan wasn't due to go ahead until tonight, but I would have thought there would have been more shuffling and movement going on upstairs.

Around what I assumed to be the afternoon; another tray of food was dropped on the floor by the door. It was getting closer to the evening and not a single peep of sound had been made yet. I was indecisive on whether it was good or not. Silence may mean that no plans have gone ahead yet and the waiting game is still in place. I highly doubted that Pavel would keep quiet if his plans were successful. He was the type of pompous asshole who would parade around his victory and shove it directly in my face. I dreaded to think what would happen to me if his plans were successful. Would he keep me here forever? Hidden away like a dirty little secret? There was nothing dirty or sexual about Pavel and I's relationship, just mutual hatred.

"Fuck!" I can hear being yelled from upstairs, along with a crash.

My heart rate picked up erratically and I placed a protective hand over my stomach. Something told me that Pavel's plan he was so smug about had gone completely wrong. I should feel giddy and excited that things didn't go his way. Instead, I felt dread and fear. I was yet to witness Pavel's wrath and I wasn't sure that I wanted to.

Thundering footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, heading straight in the direction of my room.

My eyes erratically started searching around the room. Frantically searching for somewhere to hide. Given the hastiness of Pavel's footsteps, I was completely out of luck. The door swung open violently, bashing against the wall.

"You!" Pavel seethes, pointing his grimy finger in my direction.

"Me?" I question with uncertainty. I still couldn't understand how I could be at fault for Duke's plans.

"This is all your fault."

His expression was murderous, veins popped out of his head and pulsed violently. I could hear his heavy breathing from across the room, whatever Duke had done was spectacular. Pride swelled in my chest but didn't last long as Pavel stormed towards me.

His hand roughly grabs at my throat, his legs straddle my hips. "I think it's about time we put you to good use."

I was still struggling and try to process what was said. Pavel couldn't possibly mean that? The heavy, furious breathing told me otherwise.

"You can't" I attempt to reason. "I'm pregnant!"

His scrutinising gaze filters down to my bump briefly in disgust before his face lights up in glee. "Oh, I know Моя сука."

Dread and fear settled in my stomach and the baby gave a rough kick as if it could sense the danger. Pavel looks back at the bump again, disgust covering his features once again.

"I should abort it for all I care, it creates one less problem to worry about."

His repulsive words slice through me like a knife and I immediately start to panic again.

"No! Please! I'll do anything!" I scream, allowing the tears to fall freely down my face.

Pavel's expression changed from repulsed to excited within seconds as I fell right into his trap. I shouldn't have said that.

"I think we should send Duke some leverage. Don't you?"

As much as Pavel had sounded it as a question, I knew it was rhetorical and I had no choice in the matter.

Tears continued freely streaming down my face as I stared Pavel down. All the fight had left my body and I didn't have it in me to argue or give any response for that matter.

Before I can see it coming or react, his fist comes up and smashes into the side of my face. A high pitched feral scream leaves my mouth and I start to wildly trash around, terrified that the next punch was heading to my stomach.

"Don't take it personally Моя сука." His calm tone drawls over my screaming. "I think it's just best that I roughen you up a bit."

"Please, stop hurting me. You don't have to do this."

"Oh but I do, this is important." He grins, reaching into his pocket to pull out a phone. "Now stay very still for me."

The distinct bleep of the phone starting to record takes my attention and nerves start to pool in my stomach. He wouldn't be recording for any old reason.

"So Duke, you have decided to break our agreement." Pavel starts by saying and my veins run ice cold.

By the look of the overly-happy expression on Pavel's face, must have given him the reaction I wanted.

"I thought I would maybe send a little bit of leverage for you to dwell on. Courtesy of your pregnant mistress, if she was even that."

"You really don't have to do anything Pavel," I whisper, too scared to speak loudly.

Part of me wished that Duke was on the other end of the phone, so I could hear and gauge his reaction. Even if his voice would be feral right now, I know that the sound of his voice would have soothed me a little bit.

My comment goes ignored as Pavel continues to speak, his hand slowly reaching underneath his suit jacket. Eventually, he presents a small knife.

"No, no no!" I scream, my body immediately goes into fight mode as I try to get Pavel off me.

His legs tightened around my waist and I found it increasingly more difficult to defend myself. I didn't know Pavel well enough to predict how what he was going to do with the knife.

"What would you think if I killed this unborn child Duke? I think that would make up nicely for the shit you just put on me."

"My baby!" I sob, trying to place my hands over my stomach.

"Oh don't worry." Pavel coos. "This knife is so sharp that it will stab clean through your hands, then into your stomach, heading straight for your baby."

There wasn't anything that I could do, it was completely out of my hands and I was at his mercy. Sobs continued to rise out of my chest as I tried to protect my baby.

"Don't worry, it will be over quickly."

The knife gently caresses my face leaving a small itch in its wake. I shivered at the contact, repulsed that Pavel was getting off on this.

"Then maybe I'll have you all for myself."

His arm swings high into the air, the tip of the knife pointing straight down at my stomach. In one swift movement, he brings the knife down.

I could only hope and pray that Duke would get me out of this place.