I'm in Love With a Criminal // H.E.S

Chapter 76:

Throbbing.

That's all I could feel, my head throbbing.

A small groan left my lips as my hand found its way to the back of my head, rubbing gently to try and ease the pain. I've never woken up to such a bad headache before, not like this one anyway.

I sighed and reached out to grab my mobile off the bedside table to see the time, however my hand never touched it. I forced my eyes open to see that I wasn't in my bedroom, nor any room of my own home.

My eyebrows furrowed and I immediately shot up, my heart racing more and more as I looked around the room. It was a tiny and very dark room, with one small window above the steel door.

I tossed the sheet off my body and flung my feet over the side of the bed, them soon touching the concrete floor. I took another moment to study the room, noticing that the room looked somewhat like a bunker.

The walls were plain brick; no paint or decorations. There was a steel shelving unit in the corner filled with clutter and just the squeaky bed I was currently sat on.

Liam.

My eyes began to water as the panic set in, I didn't know where I was or even what the time was. I pushed myself off the bed and began to walk towards the door slowly, tiptoeing so I wouldn't be heard.

I gasped as I felt restriction on my left ankle, but before I could do anything, I was already tripped over onto my knees. I let out a painful cry and cupped my now bleeding knee.

My eyes made their way down my leg, where there was a metal chain tied around my ankle, which was also tied to the bed. My hands immediately began to fumble with it but I gave up once I saw the padlock, groaning in frustration.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard footsteps, soon followed by three metal bolts being unlocked. I refused to look up at the door, still on my knees as I was frozen in shock.

"Oh, sweetheart." I heard his voice coo, making my blood run cold. "What have you done?"

His battered Timberland boots stood in front of me, making my eyes tear up again. Seconds felt like hours as they passed by, the only sound heard was my heartbeat in my ears.

"Look at me." His soft voice soon replaced by the dominant one he always held.

I refused and kept my head down, my hand now on my small bump; rubbing gently. I watched as his knees crouched, them soon touching the floor like mine.

"Look at me." He repeated. I wasn't scared of him, or at least I wouldn't show him that I was. He wouldn't harm me, because in his fucked up little mind, he seems to think I'm carrying his child.

His hand harshly grabbed my jaw and forced me to look up at him, making me jump. His eyes softened ever so slightly as they met my own pair.

That's when I noticed the deep cuts on his face, two on the bridge of his nose and another one on his bottom lip. I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my face, knowing that he had been hurt.

"Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you, Kitten." He said through gritted teeth, leaning closer to me so the tips of our noses were merely touching.

"You don't scare me." I said, the smirk not leaving.

He breathed out a laugh and looked down at my hand on my stomach, letting go of my jaw. His large hand covered mine but I quickly pushed him away, not wanting his hands on me again.

"Now, now. Don't be like that..." He whispered, his voice softer than before.

He grabbed both of my wrists in one of his large hands, not fazed by my struggling. My breathing was heavy as I watched him lick his lips, coming closer to me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't release my wrists from his hold.

I squeezed my eyes shut as his lips found my right ear, kissing softly. His free hand was placed on my stomach yet again, rubbing slowly.

"Daddy's here." His voice made my whole body shudder in disgust. How could I even let this disgusting pig near me before?

"Get the fuck off me." I spat.

He laughed quietly, his lips still pecking my ear and down my neck. His hand on my stomach began to drop down slowly, causing me to scream and struggle harder.

"Liam, stop!" I screamed, tears now falling from my eyes.

I managed to free my wrists and I instantly pushed myself up to my feet, without a second thought, I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could.

He simply stood up and walked towards me, making me walk back until the back of my legs hit the bed.

"That wasn't very nice, Kitten." He stated, pushing me back into the bed. "If you're not going to play nice, then I won't either."

He grabbed the chain on the bed and yanked it hard, making my leg fly towards him. I squeezed my eyes shut and held back the cry of pain.

He unlocked the padlock and unwrapped the chain from my ankle, revealing the small cuts that the metal had made.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, my voice weak and quiet.

He stayed silent.

Without warning, he grabbed the waist band of my sweatpants and ripped them down my legs. I gasped and let out another scream, trying to kick him away.

"What are you doing? Stop!" I exclaimed.

Was he going to rape me? Beat me? Kill me?

He threw the sweatpants across the room, leaving me in just my shirt and underwear. Within seconds, he wrapped the chain back around my ankle and locked it up again with the same padlock.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do next.

He leant over me, putting his hands on each one of my thighs and gliding upwards to my hips. His face was hard; jaw clenched, eyes narrowed and nostrils flared.

"Liam." I spat.

It's like he had switched off from the world and was just focusing on whatever he was planning to do.

His rough hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. I immediately pulled it down in a panic and let out a cry, I couldn't even kick him because he was leaning over me.

He groaned and ripped it apart through the middle, leaving me bare in front of him. My hands were making a miserable attempt to cover myself up but it was no use. I wasn't wearing a bra because none of mine fitted me anymore.

I looked around and grabbed the fleece blanket on the bed, covering myself up.

"Now, are you going to behave?" He asked, kissing my forehead.

I raised my hand to slap him but he caught it mid air, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing that too. I tried to pull it back but yet again, he had his death grip on me.

He pulled my index finger up and wrapped his lips around it, making me struggle again.

"You dirty bastard, go away!" I screamed.

He sucked my finger and let out a popping 'p', licking his lips afterwards. Without saying a word, he stood up and walked towards the door. He grabbed my sweatpants and torn shirt and unlocked the door, turning around and looking at me.

"Daddy will be back soon, Princess."