Valor

Chapter 54

"Oh god." I groan as my head lulls to the side, the bright lights from above making me shut my eyes as soon as they open. I feel like I was just hit with a 16-wheeler and then run over by a train. My muscles feel like jello and, honestly, i have to use too much energy to even get my finger to move.

The muscles in my face are better, but even when I open my eyes its bright and blurry.

It takes me a minute to get my barrings, and when I do I realize that my wrists are tied over my head and my ankles are tied below me. I wiggle as much as my muscles allow but it's no use.

I'm well and thoroughly trapped.

The funny thing is that my memories seem to be just as blurry as my vision. I remember the beatings and the blood and getting moved upstairs but... the rest is messy.

I let out another ungodly groan as more of whatever drug is in my system dissolves even more, the pain slowly creeping its way back into my nervous system.

"Motherfucker." I grunt as I open my eyes, squinting through the initial blindness until the room around me comes into view.

I'm in a bedroom.

Fuck, that's right I'm in a bedroom.

I take a place down at my body and sure enough I'm completely naked.

The memories that I had just thought were suppressed come thundering back into my mind so fast that I feel like I could faint.

He brought me up here.

He raped me, and when he wasn't doing that he was having his men beat me. Now that I'm able to see the light from the windows I remember it's been seven days since I left the basement.

How many days has it been since I was taken? Has it been two weeks? Three?

I had no concept of time after Casey died, and knowing that lasted five weeks scares the living shit out of me right now. I've been drugged over and over to the point where if I were to get out of here anytime soon, I would need a detox from these sedatives.

I try recalling last night—the last time I was awake.

Marco's men had beat the shit out of me, then they drugged me with some sort of sedative, but it didn't knock me out completely.

They cut me and kicked me, and then I was taken back bedroom, tied down, and violated by Marco a handful of times before I was drugged into unconsciousness once again.

I can still smell him on my skin, on the sheets I lay on. I can feel the dried week old blood and cum stuck to my body like it belongs there.

It's like its marking me as his and nothing has ever made me so upset. He doesn't own me–no one does. The fact that Marco thinks he can rape me and make me submit is atrocious. Does he really think I'll have his kid just so his empire can continue?

I hate thinking about that for too long. Partially because it makes me sick to my stomach and then partially because deep down its probably going to happen.

I want to hold our hope for the Valors, but I knew when I decided to give myself up that I was very well signing my life back into Marco's hands forever. Marco isn't someone you cross, and the Valors are already on his shit list. He'll do anything to keep them away from me, but he shouldn't be thinking of them as a threat now—considering how we left things.

For all Marco knows, me and the brothers had a falling out. Mav sold me, Dame was kidnapped, and they chose to be left alone.

I told Mav this was how it had to be. If we had any chance of saving Dame and making it possible to find me, then we needed to make Marco think Mav betrayed me.