My Pulse

Chapter 18: Quinn Keane

When I wake, I'm all alone in a dark, large room. I'm vaguely aware my right hand is handcuffed to the bedpost as I try to get up. Almost pulling my shoulder out of its socket, I gasp in pain. "Easy there." A dark figure says from the corner and before he flicks on a floor lamp next to him.

I blink adjusting to the sudden influx of light and pull against my restraints. "Where the fuck did you take me?" I demand sitting up.

My jerky movements make the blanket that was covering me fall down and the realization that I'm only in my bra and underwear makes my stomach churn.

I clutch the blanket as I watch amusement flutter in his eyes. "Did you undress me?" I ask. He nods coolly walking toward me.

"Where are my parents?" I demand.

"They are here on the compound." He says taking his shirt off.

"What the hell are you doing?" I stutter, trying not to sound as frantic as I most certainly look.

He gives me a rueful smile, "Getting into my bed of course." The man strips down to his boxers and gets in beside be before I can fully take in his body. My heart is pounds out of my chest as I feel the bed dip. "This is your bedroom?" I ask in disbelief. Why would he bring me here? What the hell does this monster want from me?

"Yes it is." He says adjusting his weight to look at me.

"Why don't you just kill me like the rest of my family and get it over with? Why did you bring me here?" I demand losing strength.

He brings his hand up and travels it across my cheek. I slap it away in warning. "Don't fucking touch me."
"Or what?" He mocks in reply, looking over at me.

"I will fucking kill you." I tell him and watch his white teeth move up in a smirk.

"I did want to kill you." He tells me not giving away any emotion on his face. "But then I saw your picture and thought you'd be much more useful to me alive."

I can practically feel his awful grin as it spreads across his face like the devil himself drenched in moonlight. "I won't do anything you want so you should just kill me now. I am no use to you." I tell him.

"Oh but that's simply not true. No one will dare challenge my reign with you as my wife." He states looking at me with pure ice.

My stomach flips and drops into my butt at the same time my chest feels like it collapsed. I can't fucking breathe.

I gather everything I have left in me, "I would rather die than be your wife."

I don't flinch away from his ebony depths. "You will say I do one way or another tomorrow." He tells me like it's a done deal.

"You will have to kill me first." I grind out.

His lips curve up in an evil smile. "I won't kill you." He says, meeting my eyes. "I will kill your parents in front of you. Marry you and then keep you locked up just like this or maybe even more securely." He threatens and I look away. The man laughs and rolls back onto his back.

"Fuck you." I mutter and pull on my handcuffed arm, straightening it to roll over onto my other side. I can't fucking look at him. I didn't know I could hate anyone so much in my life, but I will rip his intestines out if I can.

The rage simmering off me is making ocean waves and I know he can feel it. I am just going to wait for him to sleep and think of a plan to escape. I have to find my parents and get the fuck out of here.

With any luck the FBI will get here and find us all alive I gulp. If I can't escape I will die trying because I refuse to marry the man that killed my entire lineage. "I will give you some time to accept your new situation." He says and turns onto his side bringing the blanket up to cover his muscled shoulder.