CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ZAC
We’re halfway through.
We have just over two weeks in this hell left.
We have been here for nearly three weeks and I’m finding it harder and harder to breathe. Hope has been here longer and I can’t even imagine how she is coping. As the hours turn into days and the days turn into weeks I can see she is losing herself more and more. As much as she is strong I can see the fire inside her starting to dull in comparison to the life it once was.
Beautiful.
She’s still beautiful, I want to kneel at her feet and beg for forgiveness as I see that fire start to lose its life.
She’s losing her will, I can see it every time I look into her eyes and all I want to do is kiss her on those soft lips and give her, her life back.
I want to give her everything back.
I want to go down on my knees and beg for her forgiveness.
I need to ask for the forgiveness of the entire Bryant family.
Fuck.
I have to try and get my control back. I still have a week to go and with that I still have the chance to blow all this up in the arse. Numbers keep counting in my head, and just hoping that it will lessen the need I have to slam my fist through the walls.
I can’t help her the way I want.
I can’t get her out of here and that breaks me more than I can ever know.
I can’t save her yet anyway. I manage to take an hour last night to talk to my captain. The secrecy is starting to get too much but it will be over soon. I can have my life back soon, she can have her life back soon and I am just counting the days until I can do it. She is just inside that door, waiting to look right into my soul with those eyes of hers, waiting to read me completely and give my game away. I still have a week to go and I can’t let her do that but the thought of those eyes looking into mine makes it harder to want to stay away from her. My struggle is proving that it is too hard to keep my distance. I am finding it too hard to stay away from her but I know there are eyes all over the place. If Marco thinks I am starting to have feelings for her he will send me back to his estate and I can’t afford for that to happen. Not now when I am so close to the finish line. My Captain is pleased with everything that I have accomplished, we both know what we have to do next and the wheel is set in motion, but it does nothing as all I can think of is her. I have to get this fucking assignment over with but will I get to see Hope when it is all done?
Will her family want me to see her once they learn what I have done? I’ve seen her for all this time, the thought of not seeing her every day crushes me. Those thoughts are all I can think of for the rest of the day as her screams fill the rooms. How can I expect her to want me in her life so I can still see her, see how she gets on in the real world, when all this is done?
Will her screams still be fresh in my mind?
A cycle has developed in this little dungeon that has become almost routine.
How can torture be routine? It’s beyond me but as Mark steps out of her cell I can see the smile and the twinkle in the bastard’s eyes as he looks at me.
He lives for this.
He lives off the torture of others. I can see why Marco wants him, the fact that he is his son doesn’t matter. Mark is just like his father and would be great at getting girls ready. Together they would be a force to be reckoned with, it’s just a shame for them that they will never get that chance. I’ll give all I’ve got to make sure their dreams never become a reality. Marco has been in this game for too long and his reign is about to expire.
“That was fun.” He says as he walks through the basement to the stairs and I follow wondering what I’m in for tonight. All the guy goes on about is what he’s done to Hope, how she’s melding to his whim, he’s so proud and I’m disgusted. It would make me feel so much better if I could start on my assignment now, take out all my frustration on the bastard.
“How did it go?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer. Deep down I already know but I have to stay in my part. He turns around to look at me as we step through into the kitchen and to the fridge getting out a beer and handing it to me.
“We need to check in with Dad. Only a week to go.” He says with a grin as he opens his bottle and walks over to the table placing his cell and beer on top and I follow suit. I watch, hiding my dread as he finds his father’s number and presses the button. Everything is silent except for the sound of the ringing and then the room is filled with Marco’s presence.
“How’s it going, son?” He asks going straight to the matter at hand.
“Not bad, she won’t come unless told to. She’s finding the pleasure in the whip which I can tell is confusing her as I’m making sure it hurts like hell.” He laughs and I hear Marco laugh with him.
“She’s losing her will but there’s still some there. She practically does as she’s told now but sometimes I can still see her determination not to do something.” It’s so beautiful when she does that, whatever Mark is doing it’s working because she’s not the same girl, but sometimes she still tries to fight free. Over the last week there have been so many occasions where I have wanted to reach out to her and help bring her back, tell her all my secrets. Just tell her that help is on the way but I can’t, if she knows she’ll give me away.
“We have just over two weeks until the auction, give her the juice again but double the dosage. When we get there I need her to be willing to obey. I have men coming from all over. I need her to be perfect and the juice will help.”
“Double the dosage?” I ask without thinking.
“Isn’t that too much?”
“That’s not your issue to worry about, boy.” Marco’s voice vibrates through me with a sneer.
Oh shit, what have I done? I take a deep breath. “I think it is if you sent me down here to help with the little bitch.” I have to fight the twitches in my hands that want to unleash on Mark and Marco’s faces. I really want to unleash whatever is growing in my nerves.
“The little bitch? She’s annoyed you already.” Marco asks and I can just see the smirk on his face.
“Yes the little bitch has.” I answer and both father and son erupt into a nasty laughter which just makes me want to be sick.
“Double the dosage and start giving it to her tomorrow. Every six or eight hours should do what we need and in a few days half will be plenty. The fear of double again will be enough for her to do what I need.” Marco manages to say through his laughter.
“I’ll look forward to seeing our little slut in two weeks.” And with that he ends the call. I look up at Mark and he looks far too happy.