Chapter 8
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Quinn's POV
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As I gaze at the cold metal door of this basement, my tears flow down my cheeks. This has become familiar to me as I have grown accustomed to this type of imprisonment. However, tonight was particularly difficult as I had not seen my grandmother in a month. I yearn to speak with her and check on her well-being. I hope she is doing well.
I wiped my tears when I heard the door. Someone is trying to open it up. I stood up, and my heart started to palpitate. Then the door opened. It was my brother, Gary.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a rustic, stern voice. He seemed drunk. Two of his bodyguards were outside.
"Do you want to play?" He looked at his two bodyguards and signaled his hand for them to get out. The door shut, and I stepped back.
I looked around, trying to find an object I could use as my defense. There was nothing in this room except for the blanket and pillows. I grabbed a pillow and held it firmly in front of me. Gary laughed as he looked at me evilly.
"Look at you. Do you think you can kill me with that pillow you are holding, Quinn?" with his evil smile.
"I might. Who knows?" I said in my solid voice. With my chin up, I looked at him with no fear but the truth, every living cell in my body was aching.
"Come on, Quinn. Let me touch you just once. Come here, little girl."
The maniac look in his eyes reminds me of what he did to me when I was sixteen. This animal sexually harassed me. Not just once, but twice.
"Don't come near me, Gary!" My voice was loud but shaky. He laughed again.
"And why is that?" He paused and licked his lips while looking at my chest.
"Dominique will kill you if you touch me, Gary. I swear I will tell him."
He snorted and spat out the bubblegum from his mouth. Both of his hands were on his hips now.
"Damn it! You piece of s**t! Do you think I'm scared of Dominique? Come one, Quinn. Think!"
I felt a lump in my throat as I gazed into his menacing gaze. It was clear to me that Dominique wasn't precisely my guardian angel. He shared the same dark soul as the person standing before me. Nevertheless, I was left with no other option. If I couldn't rely on a benevolent protector, then I may have to seek assistance from someone with more evil intentions who could benefit from helping me.
"Yeah, you're right, Gary, Dominique is not my savior from this hell because you and he are alike! But at least he is more powerful than you. And guess what? Dad will kill you if you touch me here. You will be expelled from Dalton. How would you like that?" I smirked, still holding the pillow tightly as my defense against him. He is now a little distance in front of me.
How often did Gary attempt to touch me whenever my father put me in this hell?
I could no longer count it. But most of it, Gary didn't succeed. Gary might look decent, but he becomes different when drunk. He's a total psycho.
I have studied his behavior for so long that I can talk to and brainwash him in times like this.
He sighed and then turned around. But that was only quick because his eyes returned, seeing for something. His hands moved quickly, and they were now holding my neck. I gasped. My eyes widened as I held my breath. His grip got tighter around my neck, and his eyes were red.
He is choking me. I blinked a few times and was ready to panic. But I did not let go of the pillow that I was holding. It was still in between us. It serves as our barrier.
Gary! My mind speaks as I look at him in the eyes.
It felt like it would be my end. I can feel it. I could no longer breathe.
I blink again. My tears are forming for once, and my eyes seem like they will pop out. He is no longer the Gary that I know. I could no longer talk to him like I used to. I could no longer play the minds game as he was intoxicated with a drug in his system.
"Gary!!"
I gasped for air when he finally let go of me. My body collapsed, and I coughed a little bit.
"You damn asshole!"
I looked at Oliver, who threw a few punches in Gary's face.
"Are you insane? Are you out of your mind? Idiota!"
I grab the pillow that I was holding earlier again. I am still catching my breath. And as I looked at the two of them, I realized someone was standing at the door like a boss. . . it was Dominique.
As I watched him cross his arms over his chest, I couldn't help but notice the evil grin on his face as he stared at my two brothers. It was a chilling reminder of who he indeed was.
Composing myself, I stood up and met Dominique's gaze, only to find that he was looking at me seriously.
"Oliver, take Gary outside. That's enough," he ordered my brother, and he immediately stopped his actions.
Gary's bodyguards helped him stand up as blood streamed down his face. Oliver appeared displeased with the situation and gave me a subtle signal with a blink. He wants to ensure that I will treat Dominique with care tonight. I swallowed hard before they left. And that leaves Dominique and me here alone.
"Aren't you still learning your lesson, Quinn?" He chuckled and gestured at the pillow in my hand, taunting me for not learning my lesson.
We locked eyes, but I had no intention of accompanying him tonight. So, instead, I opted to remain safe here in the basement.
"Do you want to visit your grandmother, right?" He slowly grabbed the pillow I held, and I let go. I blinked my eyes a few times.
"I can take you there tonight if you like?" with his wicked smile.
I swallowed. I want to trust him, but I don't feel it right. He might have another plan in mind.
"No. I'm fine. I-I will wait for Dad to take me to grandma tomorrow," I fibbed.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Quinn, you will be my wife soon; whether you like it or not, I will have you. So what difference does it make now, babe? You will end up in my hand anyway. You will become my slave... my wife... my f*****g buddy."
The way he said it gives a piercing feeling inside my chest. I know what Dominique is like. He will do everything to get me, and he is now succeeding. My father finally agreed and sold me to Domingue's clan for a business deal. I have no freedom. I need to follow my father's order, or my grandmother will suffer.
"My father will take me to my grandmother tomorrow, and I'm fine with it. I can wait." I looked away and turned around. His hands were quick, and it was now looped around my arm.
His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened. "I don't want to play games with you, Quinn. So you better behave yourself when you are with me." He whispered. His lips touched the back of my ear. I shut my eyes when I felt the chilling sensation. . . it wasn't a pleasure, for God's sake. It was scary. I am scared.
He let go of me, and I didn't look at him. Instead, I held my breath, and when I heard the door shut, I sighed in relief.
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c.m. louden
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