Had Enough?

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My idea was to find some sort of sexy outfit or take some of his sweats and use them against him. My mind was reeling at this dilemma. I think I'd use his against him.

I loaded the groceries into the trunk and headed home. Part of me wondered if he was up to something since I left him at the house.  I guess we would find out.  Thoughts of last night danced through my head as I drove. His touch, his lips, our moans together. I was getting wet just thinking about it.

I pulled into the driveway and parked the car, fetching the bags from the back. I walked into the house and found he was gone. Okay, maybe work called him.

'Or maybe he's with another girl.' I thought to myself. No, he said he'd never do that to me, but was he lying just to cover his ass?  I tried to push the thoughts out of my head. I needed to focus on the tasks I had right now. I looked at the clock and noted the time. 4:49pm. I hadn't been gone that long it seemed. I grabbed the meat, the veggies, and the wine and headed out back to the patio. I heard some rustling out there. I was curious. Did we have another coon on the trash?

The bottle of wine crashed to the brick floor at what I saw.

Him.
Her.
Going at it like rabbits.
The same black headed girl was now riding my boyfriend. All of the emotions hit at the same time.

Rejection.
Hurt.
Anger.
Betrayal. 

Their eyes widened at the site of me. I had clearly interrupted. He promised me, but I guess I was just to stupid to see it. I walked off and grabbed the keys, tears already falling from my face.  I got in the car and drove. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe we weren't meant to be together. Four men stopped in front of my car and one came to drag me out.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, fighting against his hold.

"We work for Elaina. The one that's inside. We have orders to kill you. Without you in the picture, she can have him. Oh and don't worry, the drugs she gave him will wear off eventually,  it by then you'll be dead."
One solid snack to my face and I was out.
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I awoke to Elaina talking to the four men she had with her.
"I don't care. With out her in the picture, he'll be so devastated that he'll come to me for comfort. He won't know that it was me that killed her." She laughed lightly. 
"She's awake." One man nodded towards me.
"Welcome back!" Elaina squealed. "Time for some real fun!" She walked over to my chained body and began making little cuts all over my skin, deep enough to bleed horribly, but not deep enough to leave a bad scar I don't think. I winced at each slice and jab.

"What do you think you have that I don't, Elaina?" I spit at her.
"Soon, I'll have Dimitri and you'll be dead. That's what I have." She continued to cut me. "Roland, it's you're turn, dear. Beat her, then kill her. I don't want her in the picture anymore." The man that grabbed me out of the car walked up to me and began kicking, hitting, and slicing me. I saw the small pool of blood by my knees.
"Give him up, Rose." Elaina glared. "Give him up because you love him and want him happy with me, not miserable with you. I see how he has to force to smile with you." She was trying to get into my head.
'That's ok, come closer to me and I'll kill you myself.' I thought. What I said next was all part of my plan.
"He's all yours." I said, giving him up to her.
"That's it? No more fighting from you? I figured you'd be harder to break than this." She smiled.

Suddenly, the door opened and Dimitri was there, biting Elaina and taking out her goons one by one. They put up a good fight, but no one was a match for Dimitri. One look at me and he fell to his knees.
"What have they done to you. They broke you. I heard you tell Elaina that I was all hers. She was still going to have you killed." He pulled my hands from the restraints and picked me up. I had lost a good amount of blood. As we began walking to the car, darkness took over my mind.
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(DPOV)
Those marks on her face, they drive me crazy. I hated that they did this to her. All to get to me.

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