CHAPTER NINETEEN
ZAC
As soon as the words of her real future left Marco’s lips I could see the realisation hit her in her beautiful face. I could see the soul within her eyes crumble around her and my hard, stone-like, heart broke for her.
What is she doing to me? I know what’s at stake and what it would mean to me and everyone else, but hearing the words. It is as if I finally realise what was going to happen to the poor girl caught in the middle of this web. No one deserves that fate, no one. Well, maybe Marco and his son do, but I can’t help but think of a better fate for them both.
As soon as we are out of the basement Mark and I watch as Marco gets into his car. His whole body is stiff, reeking of his own importance the bastard. No words are spoken between us, but I can sense everything that Marco wants to portray to us with his eyes. Get her ready and don’t fuck it up.
His black SUV drives away, leaving a cloud of smoke in its wake and then Mark just turns around to look at me.
“If he gets to go out so do I. I’ve been here long enough.” He says like it’s all my fault and just like his father I watch as he drives away. As soon as the car is away in the distance I go back into the house and make my way back down to the basement, stopping off at the kitchen first.
I need to see her.
I need to check on her with my own eyes with no one else around to watch me and question everything that I do. She’s doing something to me and I have no idea what her power is and I need to try and fight it. So much is at stake and I can’t allow myself to fail. This isn’t just about me, this isn’t just about her, this is so much more than that and I have to remember that even though she tries to scream at me to help her. I get to the door and get the keys out; the poor girl is in irons but Mark insists that the door remain locked at all times. I place the key back into my pocket and as I open the door it creaks with annoyance. I go in slowly, really taking in everything around me for the first time. The smell of fear and anger looms around me like a plague attacking everything inside me. How can she stand to be in here and still show so much strength? She has no choice, that’s how, you idiot. The cell door closes with a loud bang and the girl is still strung up like a piece of meat shuddering in fear as she tries to look at me through those long lashes. She looks so beautiful, so defiant as she hangs there waiting for me or either one of the other two. She wouldn’t know which one though, I can sense the fear seeping through every pore of her body. Her head remains down as if she’s too afraid to look up and I guess I can’t blame her. Her beautiful full breasts perk in little pebbles as the cold air attacks them and I’m glued to them as they move with her breathing. I’m glued to the entire package she has to offer and I can only wish we were in different circumstances. I shake my head in the hope of shaking away those thoughts, but they don’t want to go anywhere. They want to embed themselves into every part of me. I look up at her again and see she has blood dripping down her chin and a bruise that’s already starting to form on the side of her face. My heart wants to break at what I know will come in the future, I want to take her away from it all and protect her, but I can’t. I walk towards her with small steps, not wanting to scare her more than she already is, and offer her a piece of bread but she just stays unmoved. She doesn’t respond as I keep trying to get her to eat, she just hangs there like a doll. A beautiful doll that I can tell still has so much fire left even though she is scared shitless.
She’s so beautiful. She’s beautiful even as she hangs there merely oxygen and water. I have a job to do and I can’t forget that, I can’t let anything come between me and my mission. I have a goal insight and it’s so close I can reach it. I can’t let this damsel in distress tear me away from what I need to do. I can’t let her tear me away from what’s right and wrong. I take a deep breath and then I let her down from her chains and she falls in a lump on the floor, unmoving and so cold to touch. I know she’s alive by the shivers that are taking her body hostage and I offer her some water as I reach under her neck to raise her head. She takes small sips and then I offer her some bread and she slowly moves her face forward and her lips take it from my fingers. My dick comes alive as her wet soft lips touch my fingers and I want to do something, anything to help her, everything else in my head blows away into dust. I break off some more bread and I smile as she gently takes it from me. She should be trying to hurt me, using her teeth on me at least but she doesn’t. She’s as gentle as a butterfly flapping its wings for the first time and the view is breath taking even in this hell.
“Stay strong.” I whisper, just hoping that she can hear me.
“W...W.What?” She finally looks up and I can see so much sadness in her eyes it’s crippling in its affect over my traitorous body. I’m so screwed.
“S..So you can s...s..sell me to highest bidder.” Disgust soon takes over the sadness in her eyes and I can see that fire burning deep in her soul and I can’t help but smile. She looks at me puzzled as I offer her another piece of bread but she’s still so gentle as she takes my offering. I want to tell her so much, but I can’t. So much rides on me being here that I can’t allow anything, not even Hope, to ruin it.
“No.” And I start to shake my head. I don’t know what has come over me but she’s bewitching me and all I want to do is say something, anything to help her. I need her to understand even if it’s difficult for her to understand my choice of language.
“Sometimes things aren’t always as they appear.” She takes a few more pieces of bread and then I offer her some more water, her eyes gaze deep into mine and I can tell she is trying to understand me. Understand what I mean. Her eyebrows crease and it makes her look so cute, so young.
Why did Marco choose her?
What did her father do? As if it’s all too much effort she starts to collapse and I help her to the floor. I leave her where she is and escape the confines of her little cell. Nothing is there to greet me except a scratchy blanket. I go back into the cell and lay it gently over the girl’s body smelling her sweet scent in the air again and my dick pulsates in my jeans. This isn’t going to be good, the next month is going to be pure hell. I shouldn’t be doing this but recently I’m finding I’m growing a fucking heart and I can’t stop myself. I’m finding that the more time I spend with her the more fascinating she becomes to me and I want more. I want to know more. I want to feel more. I just want everything more and I can’t even start to understand why.