I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Twenty Four

"I injected fifty milligrams of alpha-Pyrrolidinopentiophenone which did result in her being in a vegetative state. Just like you asked, sir."

"I'm gonna go check on her, you can go ahead," Matthew muttered to Andrew, whilst watching him pull out an envelope of money.

He walked down the hall and took a turn to the left before opening the door to her patient room.

When he saw the condition she was in, he couldn't help but grin, "Holy shit, you look like that chick from "The Ring""

She was sitting up with her back against the wall and blankly staring at a point. Completely unresponsive.

"What a view, truly."

Grabbing a chair, he walked closer to her and set it down before sitting on it, "I think we should have a little talk. I know that you can hear me, you're just unable to respond. It's mental torture."

"Have you ever wondered if it's really just a coincidence that you met Andrew at the brothel? That he took you in so easily? That he paid off your debt?"

"You know..." he leaned back in his chair and put on leg over the other whilst crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I was made aware of the fact that you know about Andrew's business."

"Do you remember your dad's gambling problem? How he used to promise your mom that every time would be the one? Did you know that he once got home to announce that he had gambled everything you had?"

"Guess who he owed the money to," a devious smirk appeared on his face.

"Patrick was desperate, he begged him to drop the debt. That's when the deal was born. You in return for him dropping the debt."

"In fact there's this little detail that you probably don't remember but you've known each other ever since you were fourteen."

"Of course being a lawyer, he didn't want to get into trouble by dating an underage girl. That's where Michael comes into play," he looked up at the ceiling.

"It was still a risk for Micheal to mess with a sixteen year old but Andrew offered him a pretty envelope. It's crazy what people would do for money these days. Isn't it, Billie?"

"And you must really have some daddy issues judging by the fact how quickly you were to marry him. You're parents were against it at first, but Micheal knew to threaten Patrick about Maggie finding out everything about their deal so all Patrick had to do was convince her."

"It's crazy how your virginity was taken at sixteen by someone who could almost be your dad. You'll never get that back. That's a part of you forever."

"Now of course there wasn't a guarantee that you would actually get in his car and agree to go on a date with him but that exact moment when you signed that marriage contract, that's when Andrew's plan began working."

"Like any other, naive girl you got greedy. Wanting a divorce and getting into debt was just a bonus."

"So you worked as a whore for a while and met us. Just like he had intended."

"And you know that whole situation with you killing that junkie was unplanned but it certainly helped because ever since we met, he waited for something he could blackmail you with and you just handed it to him."

"Although secretly I did hope that you would choose me instead of him but that doesn't mean I still didn't have my fun with you."

"Now here's the thing that you never realized. You were working for him."

"All of those times where you were being fucked like the little whore you are, you just filled Andrew's bank account even more because he was your boss."

"All of what has happened to you ever since Micheal has been Andrew's plan. All of it."

"Naturally something was to go wrong. You know with Kendrick and Denzel. Yeah, I also know about Kendrick," he nodded his head.

Every time he spoke, his tone was sinister.

Matthew was very aware of the fact that he was putting Billie through mental torture.

"What you have with Denzel though, that's a whole different deal. Too bad it didn't work out."

"But what was that saying? Men will fuck anything that breathes?" he stood up and walked over to her.

There was nothing she could do when he ripped the covers off of her and by her thighs, dragged her to the end of the bed.

His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, "You surely do look like a corpse, but you're still breathing."