felt now.
My brother said one word. And that word was enough to tell a complete story. He told me what we would do to the man who butchered our family. He told me what our next move was. “Bones.”
Bones fucked with us. And it was our turn to fuck with him.
66
Pearl
He made good on his promise and fucked me just the way he said he would. I fought him as hard as I could, but he tied me down with painful ropes and shoved his dick inside me.
It hurt.
All I could do was lie there and take it.
I felt disgusting.
Dirty.
I wanted to cry, but I refused to. I refused to give him that satisfaction. He didn’t deserve my screams or my tears. He wanted to break me because he knew it would be a challenge.
But I wouldn’t budge.
When he was finished, he took me again and again. The night passed in agony, and I thought I would rip in half, right down the middle. By the time he was satisfied, I was barely conscious. I could only lie on my stomach because my backside hurt so much. And I knew I couldn’t even consider using the bathroom again.
He leaned over and pressed his lips to my ear. “I’m going to do that every single day until you cry for me. And between you and me, I hope you don’t.” He smacked my ass before he walked out.
When I was finally left alone, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I was covered in his come, and he’d penetrated me so many times I actually bled. I got into the shower and stood under the warm water because it was my only safe place. I had a bedroom, but it didn’t have a door. He could come in whenever he pleased. But whenever I was in the bathroom, he didn’t bother me.
Rape was a lot more painful than I realized. I finally understood what it meant when people said it wasn’t a crime of passion but one of violence. He didn’t get off on being inside me. He got off knowing I was in immense pain.
I knew being in captivity would be degrading, painful, and scarring. But I had no idea how bad it would be. My captor was a psychopath, and he would do a lot worse things to me the longer I stayed there.
It’d only been a few days, and I already wanted to crack.
I wanted to sob my heart out and pray for a miracle.
I wanted to curl into a ball and die.
I wanted to forget who I was and travel somewhere else, drift into a realm where thoughts didn’t exist. I just wanted to be there, hovering on a level of semiconsciousness.
But I had to stay strong. I had to follow the plan I laid out for myself. I needed to find a weapon and kill him. That’s all I had to do then I could run out of there and return home. I could return to Jacob. I could return to my job. I could return to sleeping soundly at night, knowing I would never be hurt.
You can do this, Pearl.
Just focus.
He can take your body but not your mind.
Eyes on the prize.
He liked to beat me.
I think he liked that more than fucking me.
He loved to play hide-and-seek. I would run off into his elaborate mansion and try to find a place where he wouldn’t find me. And he came looking for me—a bat in his hands.
When he found me—which he always did—he beat me until I passed out.
He loved to tie me up and whip me, slash me into submission. He liked to make me bleed, and when he saw my blood ooze from my skin, he made me bleed even more. He got off on a lot of sick things.
I was his plaything. I wasn’t human. He treated me like a rag doll he could throw around.
Someone made three million dollars off of this.
He probably had a yacht in the Mediterranean, a beach house in Sardinia, and a Lamborghini in his garage.
While I was smacked around.
When I got out of there, I would hunt him down. I would find him and get that three million dollars. I didn’t care about the money. But I earned it. It was mine. No one should benefit from my enslavement other than me.
I just had to get out of there.
I wasn’t sure what he did for a living, but he must do something important to