His tortured mate

Chapter 9

Caylee

"You thought you could get away from me? That you could run from me?" Damon laughs in my face even after I attacked him, even though he is bleeding. "I made you! You have my poison in your veins and my bite marks your skin! There is no where you can run that I won't find you! It is time you give up and submit to the roll you were always meant to play." I back up as he takes a step towards me. My heart is beating so loudly in my chest and I know he can smell my fear, but I will not back down. I will never be used against my sister and her son. But I am weak and getting weaker with every escape attempt. My body is battered and bruised and I am under fed. I can see my ribs popping out due to months of not eating and I honestly don't know how long I can lost. With every time that I get captured, I get dosed with more drugs and the torture gets worse. At first I didn't mind the torture, not when I had grief and anger fueling me, but after two months of constant abuse and just enough food and water to keep me barely alive, I am finding it harder to hold onto that grief and anger. After every dose of drugs and mind games, it gets harder and harder to remember reality from the lies that Damon tell me, the stories that he tries to make me believe. There are times when I start to doubt if he is truly the bad guy, but there is this constant voice in my head urging me to remember who I am, who Eva is. Sometimes, I just want to give in and pretend to love him, because at least then the pain will stop and I might get more than dry bread and dirty water to drink.

"Please baby, let us in." That voice, it feels like it is calling out to my soul. I want to run to that voice, beg it to take me out of this place. "You are dreaming my love. It is nothing but a dream. Just wake up." It doesn't feel like a bloody dream. With Damon standing in front of me, this feels like a nightmare. "You are in control here, Caylee. He can't win in your dreams."

"I do so enjoy breaking you. Every step you take to disobey me, excites me because I know I get to punish you for it. Oh, how hurt Eva is going to be when she finds out how I ruined her precious little baby sister. The guilt she will feel when she realizes that she left you behind. Just thinking of the pain she will feel when I have made you hate her. She will do anything to save you and it is only a matter of time before I will have her." This is only a dream, I can wake up now, right? I know what is about to happen, like I ha e been through this before. I know which knife he is going to use to slice open my arms. I know how it is going to feel when he drags the knife over my throat. I know that he is going to drug my after watching my wounds heal slowly and then he is going to make me beg for him. He is going to laugh as I try to scratch my skin off trying to get rid of the sensation of my skin burning. I also know that the only way to make the pain go away is to have him touch me, to have him f**k me if that is what he desires. Any male would be able to do it, but I know that Damon is greedy and doesn't share what is his and in a way I should probably be grateful that he doesn't allow the rest of the men in his pack to have their wait with me when I am so high on drugs that I wouldn't even try to fight. I know all this because I have done it before, over and over for two years. It took two years for me to submit to the drugs, to stop fighting completely. Two years before I stopped remembering who I was and started trusting Damon. Started loving him because I couldn't remember that I hated him.

I know I need to wake up and I know I need to get back to Craig. I try to shake my head, try to pinch myself, but nothing seems to work. Damon is still in front of me and I am still stuck in this place made of horrors. "I can't wake up." I say it out loud, hoping by some miracle that he can here me, that he will realize that this isn't just a dream and I am almost dead sure that I am stuck in my memories.

"There is no running from me. No way for you to get out of this." Damon says as he takes a knife out of the drawer at the table in the corner of the room that I had called my prison for two years.

"Please, help me wake up!" He has to be able to hear me. Please, let him hear me.

"There is no waking up, not from this." The smile on Damon's face is filled with evil intent and I know that in about five seconds, he will attack, grabbing my arm before slicing my wrists.

"Please!" I cry out.

"Please forgive me." No, he can't leave me here! Please don't let him leave me here! Just as Damon strikes, I feel a sharp pain in my neck and I am yanked out of my memories and pushed into his. But where my memory felt like I was really there, Craig's memories flashed before my eyes, playing like a movie in fast forward. I see him as a little boy, running around his yard laughing as someone chases him. Then it skips to a momory of his mother, her hair stuck to her face as if she had run for hours. She looked weak, her eyes hollowed out. In her arms was a little baby girl. "Come say hi to your sister." His mother says and little Craig steps forward, his hands shaking as he reaches out for her. "I need you to take care of her. Make sure that no one will ever harm her." How a mother can place that burden on a young boy, I don't understand. The memories flash forward to one where Craig is dressed in a little black tux, standing at his mother's grave, holding his new born sister in his arms." I promise to protect her, mommy." I can feel his pain as if it is my own and I want to cry for what he had to suffer. His memories fast forward again until a memory where his father is screaming at him to keep his sister quiet. His sister keeps crying because she had fallen while riding a n friend's bycicle and their father refuses to take her to the doctor to get stitches.

Memory after memory plays off, some slow and others too fast to even keep track of the memory. I see the day his father died due to a drug overdose, see his sister get killed in front of him by a gang that wanted p*****t for the debt their father made. I see the guilt he has carried for not being able to protect her, for not being able to fill the promise he had made to his mother. My heart breaks for him and just when I think the memories will never stop, I am pulled out of it and back into reality, finding Craig bleeding in front of me, panting as tears slip down his cheeks.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry, but I didn't have any other choice." He says and it is then that I register the pain that I felt in my neck was him. He had bite me, but it is not the same as when Damon had changed me and forced the mate bond on me. No, this is far worse, because Craig is my true mate and I know that while I was stuck seeing his memories, he was able to see mine.