Deluded

Chapter 67

Evangeline's P.O.V

I didn't know for how long we have been driving for, but I sat at the edge of my seat as he drove further and further away from the city, until all we passed by was trees and trees that seems to be endless.

I kept my eyes away from Rico as we drove silently while he gazed down at me every after few minutes and his hand disgustingly touching my thigh.

Don't let him get into you Eva. Don't show him any reaction. Don't feed his ego, he knows how you dispise his touch. He wants to break you, but please Eva, don't give up!

I repeated the words, again and again, until I started to feel drowsy, and until I finally succumbed to the darkness, finally feeling all the energy drained out my body from all the kicking and screaming that I did.

Will someone come for me? How long will I have to endure this guy? Damned me, for thinking it was wise to ran away with this psychopath.

What on earth was I thinking?

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My eyes snapped opened as I looked frantically around my unfamiliar surrounding, where the small suffocating room looked really old, with the painting of the room almost falling off.

My chest once again tightened with fear and panic, my breathing became shorter, and head started to almost spin from the confusion that I am in. I feel nauseated.

There is not a single window or any way I can use to escape except for one door, that I have no idea where it would lead me to.

Plus, not to mention the camera at the top corner of the wall, directly facing me, probably watching and studying my every move.

Too fixated at studying my surroundings, the cold atmosphere engulfed me, making a loud gasp escape from my dry lips, as I became completely aware of the situation I am in.

Strapped to a wooden chair, with my already bruised wrists, tightly held down by strong ropes at the arms of the chair, and the same goes with my ankles.

But that wasn't the thing that surprised me, but it was the fact that I was only in my bra and panties.

What the actual fudge!

Tears started to blur my vision as shame and embarrassment engulfed me like a bolt, making me voluntarily stare down to my lap in shame.

How did you manage to sleep through all of this Eva? Why will someone do this? Like, what's the point?

Just when I thought that Rico couldn't get any worst, I was wrong. Completely wrong.

He's probably enjoying all this, watching me through that camera, loving how much he's breaking me, piece by piece, until he finally gets me succumb to him. And the only thing I'm bothered about is, how long can I endure all of this?

I willed myself not to cry, to somehow just endure it, but everything started to crush down at me, everything that has been happening these last few weeks and in what situation Adrian could be, or is Abram really here. My head is filled with hundred of thoughts, making me feel like I'm going insane.

At this point, it almost feels like I completely lost my mind. My cability of thinking what I really wanted had really left me, but maybe I deserve it for running away carelessly, or it's my punishment for my father's past sins and for thinking I can be happy for once when my very own father ruined other people's happiness and sanity.

Staring down at my pale skin, I couldn't help but finally let out a sob as my eyes caught the purple bruises and scratches that coloured my thighs and stomach, adding another point to the list of my miseries.

Still staring down at my lap, crying silently, the door finally burst opened, revealing the monster, himself.

He walked straight in front of me, with his hands in his pocket and a smirk plastered on his face. Clearly looking proud of himself.

"Finally you're awake, my sleeping beauty" he purred as he squatted down to my level, taking my chin into his hand, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.

I held my breath as I awaited for his next move as I daringly maintained the eye contact, forcing myself not to give in.

I watched how his evil eyes are fixed at the swell of my breasts, only covered with bra that doesn't do much of a covering, and long gone now my tears.

"I could literally watch you like this all day" he groaned as he leaned closer, placing his nose into the crook of my neck, rubbing it while his hands found his way to my thigh, going upwards to my waist, as he gripped me tight, making me dig my nails deep into my palm, deep enough to form a half crescent moon on my palm.

"You make me crazy, Evangeline" he groaned as he sucked on the skin of my neck, making me want to puke in disgust.

Dear God, save me from this misery.

"Finally, we can be together now, no more Abram or Adrian" he added, making my eyes widened and my body to stiffened and he noticed that it made him chuckle as he pulled away, allowing me to breathe a little easier.

" My little birdie, we really have lots of catching up to do" he stated, with his eyes sparkling with pride and power.

"So where do you want to start" he questioned, while I watched him blankly, with my nails still digged deep inside of my palms.

" Let's start with Adrian, because I know that you already have an idea what happened with him. Long story, short, his body is already cold, as we speak" he stated so casually, while all air was knocked out me.

The feeling what I was going through was unexplainable. It was like, my brain completely shut down, not even allowing me to properly process what Rico just announced.

He killed my brother. He killed Adrian.

My jaw clenched tight and my fists tightened and finally my nails that was dug deep into my palms tore my skin, but the pain somehow comforted me.

Never in my life, I felt this type of anger and hate towards someone that I just want to kill him.

"And, I have more bombs to drop, babygirl" he added, while I stared at his face, with tears blurring my vision and thoughts inside my head of the possible way I can use to end this monster in front of me.

"So basically, you didn't just lost a brother but also a father" he muttered and that's when my heart finally sunk down.

" What are you talking about, you pervert" I whispered, no strength to even speak out loud.

No, no this is not happening. Not now, please.

"Yes, babygirl. Your darling father is dead just like that your bitch of a brother" he answered, while roaring with laughter as he watched me, enjoying how my mouth kept on opening and closing as I couldn't even form a single word.

"And it's all your fault, birdie. Their blood is in your hand not in mine" he whispered into my ear, and with that, my chest heaved up and down, as I let out loud gasps for air while my throat started to close and my entire body to tremble, as I started hyperventilating.

I kept on shaking my head no, frantically, while I tried to somehow get some air into my lungs, and ease my chest muscle, but this panic attack  is too strong for me that I can feel myself fading.

I want to convince myself that it wasn't true, that he was just lying, that I'm just having a nightmare and soon enough I'll wake up from it.

Despite trying my best to be in denial, deep down, I already knew, that this is my reality. These are the consequences of my actions, but like a stupid girl I am, I obviously wanted to believe that I'll wake up soon from this nightmare.

I wanted to scream, to let out the agony, but all I could do was heave.

But will I ever wake up from this nightmare, though?

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Poor Evangeline. Do you guys think she deserves this? And what do you guys think of Rico? Do let me know.

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Stay safe♥️✌🏼