Moonstruck ✔️

chapter 27

Shay Kingsley

I screamed as hard as I could but soon regretted it as it just got mixed in with the water, creating extra bubbles and making it even more difficult to breathe. My lungs burned and my eyes stung begging me to get my head up from under the water. But the large hand holding my head down wouldn't let me.

I gasped for air when Jasper finally brought me back up, coughing up all the water I had swallowed and desperately panting to take in some oxygen. He gripped my hair, forcing me to look over to the phone that was standing on a tripod not so far from us.

"Hey, Dom! We're sending this with tons of love, aren't we sweet little Shay?" Jasper chuckled like a maniac. "We've been spending a lot of time together, really bonding ya know? Your boyfriend's quite a disrespectful prick sometimes, I don't know how you put up with his big mouth."

He continued talking to the camera, sputtering absolute bullshit while I was tiredly trying to catch my breath. I was mentally and physically exhausted. Jasper hasn't let me sleep since I got here, which I don't even know how long it's been.

There were no windows in the room we were in, only the chair he usually sat me in, a dim light hung from the ceiling and my blood splattered along the brick walls. Oh, and now the large wooden barrel filled with water.

You'd think that this dude was a psychopath by the way he talked or something. But he's more delusional and egotistical than anything else.

"You caught your breath back again?" Jasper turned to me with a smile.

I stayed silent.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said.

His hand shoved my head back down underwater. It caught me off-guard, not giving me enough time to hold my breath, so I immediately started choking once my head hit the water. I thrashed around under his hold as much as I could, trying to loosen his grip but it was no use. He wouldn't budge.

With each second that passed by the more my lungs burned and the closer I was to passing out. With a final attempt to escape from this man, I used my whole body weight to nudge and eventually tip over the barrel. It hit the floor with a loud clank and rolled away from us, water flooding the room.

"You little shit!"

Jasper threw me to the side, my head painfully meeting the brick wall behind me. I swear to Goddess if I get hit in the head one more time I'll be suffering from severe brain damage or something. I was already pretty certain I had a gash on my scalp from when Trinity hit me over the head, so more bricks hitting my head was something I was really hoping to avoid.

My hands squirmed behind me, under the ropes that were tightly wrapped around my wrists as an attempt to escape. Jasper's fist connected with my jaw, sending me crawling away into a corner.

I wasn't going to lie. I was petrified. Have been since I woke up here, but the more time Jasper spent abusing me the more psychotic he became.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he is a psychopath. (Not that anyone would be surprised by this.)

"If you want to put on a little show for your dear mate you could've just said so," Jasper grinned evilly.

He raised his fist again and I held my breath waiting for the painful blow to arrive. But it didn't.

"You know what?" Jasper chuckled lowly. "That'll be a show for another time, a bigger and better show for next time."

He walked away from me, turning the phone that was recording everything off and leaving the room without another word. Not so soon after, he returned to place me back into the wooden chair and tied my ankles to the chair legs once more. Then he left again, leaving me silently alone with my thoughts.

A tear rolled down my cheek, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. The reality and weight of everything that was happening had finally begun to strike me. How fucked up this all was. How fucked up Jasper was.

A million unanswered questions raced through my head as more tears spilt from my eyes and rolled off my cheeks. I sobbed without a care in the world if anyone outside this room could hear me.

How could Trinity betray me like that? We were supposed to be family now.

Had those few hours we spent together meant nothing to her?

Was she just as fucked up as Jasper?

Did she even want to take over the Blue Moon Pack, or was that all Jasper's wants?

My body hunched over as my sobs became louder. My breathing was now unsteady and shakey, it felt like I forgot to breathe. I bit my lip to quiet my voice down, I was scared as hell. How was I going to get out of here? Will I ever get out?

I curled against myself as best I could while being tied up and unable to move. I wanted to curl myself up into a ball and hide in one of the corners.

But instead, all I could do was wait. Wait for the next time that Jasper walked through that door and announced whatever twisted game he wanted to play next.