Love and Cruel Devotion

"You know he's not going to come for you." He whispers in her ear sending goosebumps rising over her skin.
How long had she been locked away in the dark? Days? A week? She didn't know. All she knew was the damp cold that locked down in her bones, and the hard bite of the steel cuffs chaining her to the icy brick wall.
"He thinks you left him, just like the last girl he loved" He laughs, his hot breath fanning across her cheek. "Serves him right for trying to take what has always been mine." A rough palm gripped her jaw, squeezing to the point of pain, making her whimper. "You have always been mine Maisie, HE told me so. HE gave me this power so that I could be perfect. HE is the one who promised that you would forever be mine. and HE doesn't tell lies Maisie."
He drug his hot, wet tongue across her dirty cheek, leaving a trail of sticky saliva in its wake. She cried out, trembling, tears rolling down her face. This couldn't be how it ended for her, it just couldn't. She needed to see Garren again, needed to tell him how much she loved him.