His Possession

Chapter Forty-Three:

EMILY'S POINT OF VIEW:

Jacob's hand hovered above my neck, as if he was going to grab me again if I did anything stupid. His eyes were fixed down onto my shaking frame and he smirked with glee. He wanted to hurt me. He was going to enjoy this. I thought carefully, forcing myself to fix my breathing. I didn't want him to know I was terrified, so I focused on breathing slowly and steadily.

"I know you're scared, Pimpi. There's no need to hide it, maybe I'll even go easier on you if you beg for me." His voice dripped with malice, and I was shaking just at the sound of it. "Will you do that for me? Beg for me?" I gritted my teeth and him, filling up my mouth with saliva and spitting at him.

Jacob flinched back and growled, furiously wiping his face and shaking his head in disgust.

"Would you like me to gag her?" I heard Aldo's voice at the end of the room, not even realizing he was here I shot him a dark look. His eyes fixed on Jacob, not even looking at me.

Jacob snarled and slapped my face, causing my head to whip to the side and smash against the metal table. I cringed and shut my eyes tightly, watching the stars and black dots paint my vision now. I felt my brain throb against my temple, feeling as if it were going to explode at any second. I could start to feel my lip bleeding from where he had hit me, but my heart race seemed to dull the pain.

"No. I want to hear her. I want her to beg for me to stop." Jacob straightened himself again, retreating to his spot beside my head. His eyes narrowed on me, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath from here.

"I won't beg." I hissed in response, attempting to sound strong.

Jacob chucked, "Oh they always say that, but you will." I cringed at his words and wondered how many people had laid on this table. How many people have died in here? Or should I ask, on here? I shifted around uncomfortably, feeling the leather bite into my skin again. I tried my best to swallow back my fear, but it was making me nauseous. "Let's get started now, shall we?" I started to squirm at his words, and Jacob left my side and grabbed something off the table beside me.

He returned in front of me and flashed a curved blade at me. My toes curled up and I tried to get away from him with no avail. God no. Please no. I felt the tears well in my eyes and my breathing pick back up. Jacob waved the blade around in front of me, purposely trying to frighten me.

"You're a tad overdress, hm?" The knife went inside one of my jean foot holes, and he began tracing it up to my inner thighs. I looked away from him, not wanting to make eye contact with him any longer. I couldn't. I would lose it. Instead, I laid my head back and bit on my lip to suppress the scream that was trying to escape my throat. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that." He hummed to himself as he ripped off my jeans.

The cool air hit my bare legs and I squirmed around, stilling completely when I felt him press the flat edge of the blade against my leg. He was going to strip me. He clicked his tongue and I glanced down at him, watching his smirk widen. "Do whatever you're going to do, and go fuck yourself." I hissed the same words I did to Stefan that night he had stripped me from my dress and began touching me.

Jacob chuckled, "Don't tempt me, or I will fuck you instead." I gulped hard and looked away from him to Aldo, who was watching from the corner. His eyes were fixed on me, and when I met his gaze he quickly looked away.

"Aldo. Help me." I called out to him, but he refused to look at me. His arms crossed over his chest and he had a worried expression on his face.

"He's not going to help you, Pimpi. Nobody here is going to help you." Jacob answered for Aldo, and I switched my gaze over to him, watching him fiddle with the knife in his hands. "Now, shut up and let me finish." Jacob said as he moved towards my upper body, his knife trailed on the inside of my hoodie and I cringed, shutting my eyes tightly.