His Possession

Chapter Nine:

Luca's laugh abruptly stopped when the door opened up. I jerked my head to the sound, praying that it was police officers coming to get me out of this hell hole. I perked up in the chair, shifting my body towards the shadow that loomed in the entrance way.

"P-please! Help me!" I cried, tugging at my bindings again.

I didn't care that they dug painfully into my already raw skin, I was desperate to get out of this chair. I paid no attention to Luca, I was praying to see him shot dead in a matter of seconds. I held my breath and continued struggling.

"What do you want, Tyler? Can't you see I am in the middle of something right now?" Luca muttered in annoyance, barely glancing over to him.

My stomach dropped and I stopped squirming. The hope of being rescued drained. I felt like the life once again, flooded out of my system. I let out a frustrated groan and dropped my head in defeat.

I felt Tyler's gaze fall on me and heard him chuckle soon after, "Look's like you've got everything under control here." Tyler paused, letting Luca process his words. "But it's another story upstairs, sir. Stefan needs your help with..." He flicked his eyes over to me quickly before returning his gaze to Luca. "Julie. She's awake and causing some trouble."

My eyes shot up and I held back a smirk. She was okay. She wasn't killed. She was still fighting. Atta girl. I mentally thanked myself for meeting such a strong woman here. Luca must have noticed my smugness, because he stood up to his full height again; stalking towards me.

"I'll be right there." Luca declared, lowering himself to me again.

I flinched and leaned back against the chair, desperate to get away from his presence. I heard the door shut behind Tyler, leaving me alone with Luca again. He leaned down closer to me, crouching between my legs so he could close the gap between us.

I tried to close my legs to keep some distance, but he wedged them back open. A blush creeped up to my cheeks when I realized that whatever was left of the dress really didn't cover much. It only came down to my mid thighs, and it had a big rip running up to my hip.

I tried to close my legs as tightly as possible, fearing that Luca would glance down and notice my vulnerable attire.

Much to my dismay, Luca must have noticed the worry painted across my face, and glanced down. His eyes widened for a second and he swallowed painfully, a smirk growing on his chiseled face. He slowly looked back at me, letting the panic set in as my mind raced with worry.

I frantically shook my head, praying that he wouldn't try anything. And surprisingly, he didn't.

"Looks like we've been interrupted again," Luca smirked, trailing his finger down my cheek while his thumb grazed over my lips. "but don't worry, I won't forget about you. I will be right back to finish this." He teased and I jerked myself from his grip. He leaned closer again and I flinched, half expecting him to kiss me, but he didn't. He only looked me over, scanning over my frail body.

He stood up to his full height and headed towards the door, giving me one last look before he slammed it shut. I heard the click of the lock, showing me that I had no escape from there.

Instinctively, I threw my head back and let out a shriek. I let the tears flow freely down my face, sobs raked over my body and I shook. I couldn't tell if it was from fear or the freezing room that I was locked in.

I screamed and screamed until my throat went raw and I couldn't scream anymore.

It felt like an eternity that Luca had left to go help Stefan do whatever he was doing to Julie. The temperature was really started to hit my body. I began to shiver, my teeth chattering. It was the only sound in the room that I heard.