CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (Arian Collins)

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I don't know how long I've been here. It may be for two hours or two days I have no idea. I just woke up and my vision was blurry and my ears still wouldn't work. I tried to remember what happened but my brain was a little fuzzy.

After what seemed an hour I could see, hear and think normally. I could hear voices somewhere in this, I suppose, house.

I was chained to the celling, my arms above my head and my feet barely touching the ground. I looked around to see if I could use anything to escape when the door opened. My head whipped to the sound and a piercing pain shot through the back of my head. Did those fuckers hit me?

"Arian, dear. So good to see you finally conscious. You've slept for five hours. Last time we saw each other I didn't get the chance to introduce my-self the right way. I'm Rayan Kingsley. I've been a tutor of Mazikeen's since she was sixteen. I made her who she is today, I thought her what she knows now and most importantly we will once again be a team, which means once she comes to get you she will stay with me so that you leave unharmed but if she doesn't want to stay with me, your life might be compromised." – He was speaking like I'm some friend of his and he didn't see me in a while. Like I'm not chained to the ceiling and he didn't just threatened my life.

"Maze will never willingly stay with you! Are you fucking dumb you asshole? You made her life a living hell, she would never go to you." – I said as calm as I could, but that wasn't very calm because I was yelling when I finished the sentence. He laughed out loud and threw his head back.

"Oh, dear – he wiped the imaginary tear under his eye – I never said she will go willingly to me. She will come to me to save you. Believe it or not you are important to her. And she does everything in her power to save the people she cares about. Loves. So this little request I'll have for her she will immediately comply just because of your wellbeing. Well, now when we know each other I'll leave you to my second best to play with you a little." – He said and exited the room. What he doesn't know is that Maze doesn't care about me. Doesn't love me. She never said anything about us being more although she is more to me. She won't go to him again just so I could be okay, she wouldn't go through what she already did once.

The door opened again and a built looking man entered. He grinned and came closer to me until we were nose to nose. I tried to move back but he only smiled and leaned closer.

"What is it about you that M. sees? You're nothing special. Just green eyes and brown hair. You can't fight and you certainly can't kill. So what is that attracts her? She has money so she doesn't need that from you, she can have any man she wants with her looks so what is so special about you?" – He asked spinning a knife in his hand. I wanted to gulp but I restrained myself. I grinned and answered.

"Maybe I'm a better fuck than any other man. I mean, it is my name that she screams when I pound into her." – Just when I finished my sentence a fist collided with my jaw. Damn, that hurt like a bitch! But I needed to be or at least act tough so I smiled and asked.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name." – Another fist came on my lips and I felt a bitter taste in my mouth. So my lip is now split.

"C'mon at least I should know the name of a man whose fist constantly collides with my beautiful face." – I think I should really stop talking because another fist came on my face.

"So, no name?" – I asked and he actually laughed. Like a full belly laugh with head thrown back. When he calmed down he looked at me with a smile.

"Damn, you really got some balls. It's Alex." – So, Alex took the knife he had and pressed it on my forearm and cut it. It wasn't deep or big so it won't leave a scar but it still hurt. I screamed in pain and clenched my fists. Dark, worm, red liquid started slowly running down my arm. His fist collided with my stomach and I crunched in pain. I coughed and his fist came again. He stopped for a few seconds and just when I thought he will stop he pressed his knife on my stomach and pushed. I didn't want to scream but that was so painful. He pushed maybe two inches, not much but it was still an awful felling.

And so the torture went on for days.

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