His Obsession

Chapter 21

His Obsession

Chapter 21

Evangeline

Pain. Agony. Torture. Torment. Ache. Soreness. Throbbing. Stinking. Twinge. Shooting pain. Stabbing. Pang. Cramps. Discomfort. Irritation.

My hand is on fire. As the seconds pass, the pain increases and the pain shoots up my body and I can barely move. Yet, I don't stop fighting back.

Even if my hand is bleeding heavily, the tears stream down my cheeks like waterfalls as the pain goes through me like electricity in water.

The broken bones that stick out of my hand are sharp and horrible, the blood leaks down my hand and my arm and not the bed and even the floor.

I had ripped as hard as I could my hand from the restraint and I somehow managed to break free, and when I say that, I mean actually break free by breaking a couple of bones in my hand.

Screaming at anyone and throwing my hand around at those who try to come close to me, I try to ignore the pain, but the agonizing pain wave that is in my hand is too much for me to handle.

Black spots dance on my vision and threaten to take over me, but I refuse. I much handle this pain if I will ever get out of here.

Never again will I suffer like suffered before, this is nothing compared to the torment I went through before and never will I go through that again.

Some men, men I recognize when I held a gun pointed at them, which I don't particularly regret. Never in the fucking seven hells do I care which I threaten, if it leaves me alive.

And, this pain is killing me over here, I feel like I'm dying. "Miss, we need you to calm down" One of them says, as I can already see a syringe in his hand that he poorly hides behind his back.

I would bet on all the broken bones in my hand that the liquid in the syringe is a sedative, and there's no way he's getting close to me to be able to stick it into a vein.

"NEVER!" I scream at him, my voice hoarse from all the screaming, yet I don't care. The rest of my body is still restrained and I yank and pull as hard as my body strength to break the restraints, yet nothing works.

I don't know how I was able to get that hand free, and break all those bones. When it happened, I could hear the bones break.

At first there was nothing, until the endless waves of agonizing stabbing pain hit me all at once and I felt like my hand was about to fall off my body.

Before I have the chance to do more the door slams open and reveals the man behind all of this, if I'm going to blame him for any pain or suffering that happens to me.

He doesn't even glance at my broken hand won't my bloody bones sticking out in every direction, shooting pain along with it.

All the other people in the room leave in fear. If I could laugh right now, I would. Just a bunch of pussies. "What? Come to gloat?" I choke out of myself.

If I know one thing from my past, is it that men like him like seeing when they've broken their victims and I will not give him that satisfaction.

He chuckles, coldly and cruelly, like seeing me like this amuses him. Perhaps he believes he has broken me now that the tears don't ever stop leaking down my face.

I probably look like shit, yet neither do I care nor is that relevant at the moment. "I never knew that a little girl had such strength" He says, yet I feel like he was saying it to himself.

Is this guy for real? "Yeah, because woman can't be strong" I say with sarcasm laced in my face, my teeth are biting as hard as they possible can on my inner cheeks to stop myself from screaming out in pure agony.

Biting so hard, that I can taste the horrible taste of my own crimson colored blood. Xavier Knight just stands there, leaning against the door and just watches me, as if this amuses him.

"Now, little angel. Be a good girl and follow the rules" He says, his tone holds warning, yet his voice has tenderness, that doesn't even remotely make sense to me.

The man in the same room as I doesn't have a tender bone in his whole body, and I doubt he will eve grow one. "Hate to break it to you, but rules aren't my thing" I answer, hoping to anger him and it worked. This is as easy as it is shooting from a gun.

"You listen here, little girl, if you break my rules, I will hurt you, and believe me. I never break my fucking word" He says, anger laced in his voice, he really needs a stress pill and I need a pain killer because I'm dying over here.

Suddenly I hear his footsteps come closer to the bed and stop when he stands right by the bed on my right side, where my multiple broken hand is.

"That doesn't look bad. Obey the first rule and you shall receive medical attention, fail to obey and you can stay with your pain. Your chose" He says. "And I'd hurry if I were you, I'm not a very patient man" He tells me. My mind instantly thinks of his offer until I've made up my mind.