You Are Mine

Chapter Fourty Six

TW: Rape, mental/emotional abuse

Arabella's been captive for over a month now, everything hurts, she's starved and she doubts her child's still alive.

She gave up hope on Antonio finding her, Ivan couldn't possibly have hidden her that well that even Antonio couldn't find her, so she must have overestimated his affection toward her.

She stopped crying a long time ago. She stopped feeling a long time ago too. At this point, she's just numb.

Ivan gets really frustrated because she haven't spoken to him since that day.

"Arabella," Ivan's voice drawled out, waking her up.

"I have to admit, I'm quite bored of that ratty wedding dress. Let's get you into something a bit more... breathable, hm?"

She fought against him, and managed to land a kick to his leg but he didn't falter. He snapped the same leg, causing a painful scream to come from Arabella.

He ripped her dress off, leaving her only in underwear. "Surely you must know not to play any games with me now. You know how I hate a tease," he mumbled against her skin.

"Please, don't do this, I beg you," she pleaded.

He smirked. "Now that's not how we beg, is it?" He pushed her onto her knees, which was incredibly painful for her and he knew.

"Beg."

"P-Please, don't do this, Ivan, anything but this," she cried out.

He grabbed her face, pushing a revolver into her mouth. "God, you should see how desperate you look right now," he chuckled.

He pushed her onto her back, pushing the gun deeper into her mouth, he forced himself into her, Arabella let out strangled grunts.

When he came, she heard him pull the trigger and her heart skipped a beat. She didn't move for a second and neither did Ivan until he burst out laughing.

"Holy shit, that was a complete accident, but wow, imagine if I had fully loaded the gun. That would have been a big mess, si?" he laughed out.

Arabella said nothing, silently praying for herself and her baby.

After that happened, Ivan still washed her off, but the blood kept flowing out from her. Turns out he had ripped her vagina. He got someone to stitch her up and as soon as she was nearly healed, he ripped them out of her.

Even with all of that going on, she couldn't help but think about Antonio.

How he would hold her, caress her, kiss her, touch her...

She was knocked out of her thoughts when Ivan entered with three other men.

He's never brought anyone down before, with the exception of the doctor, he's never let anyone else see her other than him.

She stayed emotionless, just observing what she already knew will happen, waiting for them to make a move.

Ivan bent down, caressing the side of her cheek gently, murmuring something.

"You won't give him up, Bella, for some reason that makes no sense. Can't you see he doesn't care about you, he hasn't come for you, and you won't help me, so I've brought a few friends who will. They'll take you off my hands in exchange for information. I guess this is where we say our goodbyes, Arabella," he said with a kiss to her forehead.

He looked back at the men and said, "I'll give you three sometime alone with your new property, enjoy." And with that, he left.

One of the men stepped forward, he seemed to be the one in charge.

He stood in front of her, inspecting her before he looked at the other two who came forward as well.

They began unbuckling their belts and she couldn't do anything to stop them. Just like how she couldn't do anyone to stop Ivan when he...

One of them pulled her up to stand as they slipped their pants down. Then, suddenly,  he slumped down on top of her, the both of them falling to the ground.

What the hell?

Two of the men started shouting in Spanish. It was then that she noticed blood seeping out of his mouth as it spilled onto her clothes.

Okay, seriously, what the hell?

All of a sudden, the door burst open and bullets flew through the room. She tried pushing the dead body off of her but he probably weighed twice her size.

All of a sudden it was ripped off of her and standing there was... Santiago?

He looked at her concerned and picked her up. He used as much of his body as he could, to shield her from what was going on around them.

"Bella? Are you okay? What happened?" She just looked at him. What could she possibly say that would change anything.

He put her into one of Antonio's cars where she was met with Daniela.

"Oh my god, you're okay! Fuck, Bella, we were so worried about you," she exclaimed before crushing Arabella in her arms.

Arabella pulled away, looking at who was driving the car. "Antonio's not here, he's dealing with whoever took you."

Oh.

Arabella looked out the window for the remainder of the ride. Daniela didn't seem to mind giving her space.

She hesitantly held her stomach, trying to find a heartbeat even though she knew it was pointless.