Bound to You (Literally)

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Ugh. 

My head hurts. A lot. 

I go to open my eyes but I can't, there is something that's stopping them from fully opening. A blindfold. 

Oh shit. 

What the hell got into Alex? Please do not tell me Jett was right all along; why does Jett always have to be right? I go to call out but it's just an idiotic thing to do because it's not as if Alex will wish to have a friendly conversation and want to tell me exactly what is going on. If he did he would've told me he is a sadist one. Fucking. Year. Ago. 

I try to shift to get rid of the pins and needles in my arms and legs but as a surprise turns out both my arms and legs are stretched out as well as being tied down. How original. 

Somewhere around me I hear the sound of a creaking door opening and I know the fun is about to begin. I hear the clanking of metal being dropped and scraped along the floor, and the smell of- ew, please tell me that isn't blood!

My stomach rolls and I feel bile begin to rise in the back of my throat. All of a sudden my blind fold is ripped from my head causing my head to smack against the floor - does no one have any respect for my body? My eyes are squinting at the sudden influx of light even though there isn't that much light anyway. 

A hand grasps my chin hard enough to cause bruising, and yanks my chin to face the person in which the hand belongs to. And unfortunately the hand belongs to Alex. 

Uh oh. 

My stomach rolls again. The bile continues to rise. 

I clamp my mouth shut, but the sickness continues to get worse and worse. 

Alex is saying something to me in a low growl, his eyes are a deep blood red, his fangs are very very long and very very sharp, and all I can focus on is trying not to vomit. 

Too late. 

Vomit shoots out of my mouth directly at Alex. If Alex wasn't trying to kill me or whatever sadistic thing he wants to do me, I'd feel bad and if I wasn't feeling as if I'd been hit by a bus I would laugh at the perfect shot I made. 

"You. Fucking. Bitch." Before I get a chance to recover from vomiting my face shoots sideways as Alex lands a punch directly on my jaw, most definitely breaking my jaw. My vision blurs for a second from the bunch. 

"Why did you have to be such a whore?" Alex growls as he pulls my jaw back round to face him. "I had everything in place for me and you, and you just had to go and fuck it up didn't you?" He sneers down at me, his face getting extremely close to mine. "But that doesn't now does it? Because you chose me." His face breaks out into a shit eating grin. 

He releases my jaw, not before giving it a tight squeeze, and I am one hundred percent sure it is definitely broken now as I can't the scream that rips from my throat. 

"I love that sound." He purrs as he bends down out of my line of sight, I want to give a snarky reply but I don't think I'll be able to talk again. I hear a clanking around on the floor and I wonder what torture device he has installed first for me. Maybe he might be generous enough to let me pick because God knows I'm not going to be getting out of this alive and I doubt Alex will be turning me into a vampire. 

"Why?" I groan out. "Why are you doing this to me?" My voice comes out in a pained whisper. The clanking on the floor stops and Alex appears above me with a creepy soft smile on his face. Alex gently lifts his hand and slowly pushes the hair back from my face. He traces a finger along the side of my face until h reaches the side of my lip where he gently traces it as he leans in closer to me. I am frozen in place, I don't know if it is out of fear or if it's out of shock, but I cannot will my head to move away from Alex's. Alex leans in closer and closer to me, his fangs gently grazing my neck until his mouth is directly next to my ear.