His Possession

Chapter Twelve:

LUCA'S POINT OF VIEW

I let out another snarl, throwing the last thing that I could get my hands on in my office. The anger had taken over my body and I began to shake violently. I could feel myself starting to slip from reality. Everything around me felt like it was moving in slow motion. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, the loud thumping making my blood boil even more.

I glanced back over at the monitor which still displayed Emily in the basement. I clicked the un mute button and watched her carefully. Her face was knotted up in pain and she was shaking her head back and forth. She was screaming. I heard her soft voice continually screaming, "no, please no." She was having a nightmare.

I quickly shook my head and ignored the beautiful woman on my monitor screen. I had bigger problems to deal with. I muted the stream again and leaned up against my desk, resting my lower half against it and breathing heavily. Sweat beads travelled down my hairline and dripped onto the floor beside me. I turned around quickly and grabbed the phone off my desk, punching in the number of the only person I knew who could help me in this situation.

I let the phone ring, holding it tightly against my ear.

"Hello, Adorno's residence, how can I help you?" A woman answered, speaking happily through the line. I silently cursed my father for having a secretary to answer his calls. He more than likely had so many because he fucked them all. But that's none of my business.

I loosened my grip on the phone, I didn't want to break another one of these.

"Yes, hello," I paused and rubbed my face. "it's Luca Adorno, I'd like to speak to my father."

My gaze flicked back to the monitor. She was awake. I had to make this call quick and to the point. I was about to have some fun.

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW

I had lost track of the amount of time that I spent in the godforsaken room. I was starting to get hungry. I cursed myself for ruining my one chance at eating. I had to make a mental note to eat before I was going to try and escape again.

I jerked my arms around again, hoping to get the restraints off. I quickly stopped, feeling the cuts on my wrists get deeper and start to bleed again. I needed my strength for whatever Luca had planned for me, in- well I don't know how much longer anymore.

I snapped my head in the direction of the door, hearing it creak open and then slam shut again. I expected to see Luca, not bothering to pay much attention to him, I turned my head away from the door. I didn't want to look at him.

"You're early, I expected you to be later. How sweet." I mocked, training my eyes back up to Luca. Only it wasn't Luca.

Stefan.

I immediately stiffened as the man grinned, eyeing me up cautiously and slowly. He took in my appearance and grinned wider. I cowered away and tried to cross my legs to regain some of my composure. I hadn't realized just how ripped to shreds my dress was until now that there was a blood thirsty man in my presence.

"What are you doing here. Where is Luca." I demanded, sitting up as much as possible on the metal chair.

Stefan's eyes fixed on me, and I noticed that his nose was slightly crooked now.

I never thought I would say this, but damn did I ever want Luca here right now. I didn't want to be alone with Stefan. He didn't scare me that much anymore, but there wasn't much I could do tied down to a chair.

Stefan's eyes narrowed and he sauntered over to me, "That's none of your concern right now. Your concern should be what is Stefan going to do to me while I'm all tied up and vulnerable?"