COMMITMENT: BWWM ✔️ Book One (Completed)

Commitment: Nia

C H A P T E R 22

3 Weeks Later...

Weeks later and I'm still here. I've been beaten beyond repair and I have no faith in being rescued at the moment. I cried and cried until I had no energy nor tears left to shed. I didn't recognize myself and after days of being fed only bread a water once a day, I was loosing my weight.

I threw up a couple of times and found out that I was pregnant. Yes, you heard me.

Six weeks Pregnant.

I had a miscarriage from all of the harsh treatment I've been receiving and I still don't know how to process that. Lately though, I don't let it bother me or consume me I just push it under the rug because why would I have want my baby to be in this type of environment anyway?

I guess... it was for the best.

I was visited by a nurse a few times to confirm the pregnancy and the miscarriage and she helped me try to recover. Sanders was pissed when he heard the news but broke out into a sadistic smile when I told him I had lost it. The sick fuck said the only one who can have my baby was him. Like I'd actually give him one.

I smelled like shit, if I had to pee, they made me do it in front of him in some bucket and when I had the privilege to got to sleep, I had nothing but a simple pillow and a thin bed sheet to shield me from the rats, bugs and shivering cold.

I was alone in here.

Sanders kept me in this dungeon or basement for days and I only seen him for the first week. The next week or so he wasn't around and I was grateful. I could only handle so much abuse from him. He acts like he cares but I know he doesn't. This isn't a way to treat your 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. Let alone someone you say you care about.

I went speechless too, not having the ability to speak or scream anymore because my throat was sore and my mouth was dry. All day everyday, I rocked on the floor with my knees up humming a lullaby that my mom sang to me whenever I was sad or angry. They took the chains off of me when they saw that I stopped fighting and just left me to walk around the room in my lonesome. If I was being visited by his vile men, they would chain me back up and force me to do stuff that my body was now tired of. I've been called a slut, a men tosser, a plaything, a nobody and from this one guard- I was a dirty, used, black whore. Tsk.

He will be the first one I torture when I'm free. 𝒊𝒇 I'm free.

I jumped up at the sound of my door opening and I crawled to the nearest corner of the wall. A chuckle sounds the room and I cringed. "Don't worry baby, I won't hurt you anymore. I promise." Sanders. He steps closer to me wearing a crisp suit and tie with his brown hair gelled back perfectly. "I actually have a proposition for you." I then notice the plate that he has in his hands and he puts it on the floor by my feet. My mouth water at the sight of pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and potatoes. I eyed the plate eerily before looking at him blankly.

"W-," I cleared my throat when my voice came out like a squeak. "What d-do you want?"

"I want you... to come with me to a meeting." He bends down to meet my eye, folding his hands together. That's it?

"W-why?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"To show you off, of course." He tilts his head like I said something crazy.

"No." I shook my head not trusting this man. What is he planning?

His eyes narrow and they darken. "You will come with me," he states. "And if you do, I promise to never lay another hand on you nor will I let my men touch you. Ever." I frowned at him. Does he not know what his men did to me already? He seems clueless to this.

"They already did." I whispered.

He recoils. "Excuse me?"

I clenched my jaw. "They. Already. Did."

His face contorts into something from a horror movie. He was genuinely pissed. "They touched you?"

I laughed dryly. "They did more than that. Did you know that I was their play slut when you were gone? They called me unforgettable things while they took away my innocence."

"I knew nothing of this."

"Now you do." I shrugged, moving a little away from him, suddenly feeling suffocated.

"I'm sorry amour.."

I put my hand up to stop him because I know for a fact that he is not sorry. "-don't. Please don't."

He sighs, giving me some space finally and points to the plate, telling me to eat. I slowly reached for a piece of bacon and eyed it, wondering if it was poisoned or not. He watched me silently until I finally took a bite and my stomach growled in delight.

Once he see that I was stuffing my face he spoke again "How about this.. you come with me to the meeting and behave yourself and i will give you your right to be free." He says suddenly.

I swallowed the food and raised my brows.  "Seriously?" I searched his eyes for any hint of him lying but he showed none, he was serious.

"But only if you agree to be my wife."

Ah, there's the catch. "No."

"This is your only chance, Nia."

I scoffed, pushing the rest of the food away from me. "I'm going to be free with or without your help."

He laughed wholeheartedly, double over like it was a joke to him. When he was done, he stared at me and his eyes widen - his grin widening. "You were serious? Oh Nia ..." he smacks his lips, taunting me. "who will do that for you? Apollo? Davi? You've been here for a month and I haven't heard a peep from either of them. He's been too busy with his wife, Kila."

Come again? "H-his wife?"

He nods. "His wife. Did you know they got married last week? Mhm. It was all over the internet."

"That's not true." Can it be?

"Would you like to see?" He pulls out his phone and shows me a photo that broke my entire heart. Apollo and Kila wearing red and holding each other's hands. She's looking into those eyes that had me so captivated and in love. He's staring down at her with a small smile on his face and it doesn't look forced or fake. It's real.  They are married...

My body starts to heat up and my blood boiled. All this time I thought he was going to come for me but instead he's living his fucking life with this bitch and getting married. MARRIED!

Sanders sigh at my sadden expression. "Aww, you really thought he was going to save you? He doesn't care about you baby."

"He....I can't.." my heart beat quickens at I felt light headed. "I don't believe you."

He moves his phone from my face and stuffed it back in his jacket pocket. "Just come with me and be with me and you can have all of the revenge in the world."

I stared at him blankly. Do I really want to join this man? The same man who has been torturing me since I got here or do I want to wait for the man who hurt me emotionally to save me? Do I even want to be saved? What will I come back too? Apollo and his new wife? Do I want to act like nothing happened?

He tsk. "Just think about it, I'll be back for you." He turns to walk away but I stopped him before his foot stepped outside of the door.

"Wait!" He pauses and turns around. "I-ok I'll go with you, I'll join you but please.... just don't... touch me.."

"I won't hurt you."

"Okay..." I half believed him when I seen the sincerity in his eyes.

"Trust me, I want what you want princess. Revenge. And I can help you get it. Now, come on, let me take you to your new room so you can get dressed, okay?"

"Okay.." I stood up on shaky legs and made my way towards him. He holds his arm out for me but I flinched away. He seemed to understand and left me walk beside him. The doors open and the smirk on my face grows.

I'm tired of men playing me.

It's time for a change.

A/N: Five Chapters Left 😁