Episode Three
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CHAPTER THREE - Claire’s Pov
Cold chills ran through my body as I stared at him, his eyes filled with anger and hurt. I felt a wave of confusion and fear wash over me, as questions raced through my mind. How did I get here? What happened at the church? But I knew deep down that asking wouldn't yield any answers.
"Why are you doing this?" I mustered up the courage to ask, trying to sound bold despite the fear creeping into my voice.
He scoffed, his response casual as if being tied up in a strange room was insignificant. "I should be the one asking the questions, Claire, not the other way around."
"I want to be taken back now!" I commanded, my voice shaking uncontrollably.
Suddenly, he burst into laughter, stepping closer to me and squatting down in front of me. His presence overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but shrink back, constrained by the ropes that bound me.
"Where did I ever go wrong, Claire?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pain. "I loved you, went out of my way every single time to please you. I even went against my own father because of you. What the f**k did he do that I didn't?"
I flinched at his outburst, attempting to form words but failing to do so. The weight of his accusation pressed down on me, crushing my heart into a thousand pieces. I wanted to tell him that none of this was his fault, that I had always loved him and still did. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Struggling to ignore the overwhelming emotions surging within me, I spoke, trying to maintain a facade of strength. "It's already too late for all of this, Damian. I'm getting married to someone else, and I shouldn't even be here. Please, just let me go."
He suddenly grabbed my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. His touch sent shivers down my spine. "Are you being forced to do this, princess?" His voice was deep, seductive, and laced with danger. "I promise that everyone involved wouldn't live to see the next day."
My resolve wavered as a cold chill ran down my spine. His words hung in the air, tempting me to reveal the truth. "Talk to me, princess," he urged, his intense gaze never leaving mine. His finger traced a path from my jaw to my lips, sending a tingling sensation through me. He slowly inserted his finger into my mouth, and I involuntarily sucked on it, my eyes closed.
"You've missed my touch, I see," he murmured, his lips hovering close to my ear. He planted soft kisses from my ear to the hollow of my neck, intensifying the conflict within me. The mixture of desire and longing threatened to break down the walls I had built.
"Damian, you should stop," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "I belong to someone else now."
In an instant, he snapped away from me as if my very presence was poison or fire that could burn him. "You belong to someone else," he repeated, his voice filled with hurt and uncertainty.
"Wait, is that why you never allowed me to make love to you in all our four years of being together?" he said, his voice sharp like realization had just struck him.
I desperately wanted to deny it, to find the voice and courage to speak up, but the words wouldn't come.
"Answer me, Claire!" he yelled, his voice filled with anger as he banged his hand on the table, causing me to flinch. His eyes blazed like fire as he stared intensely into my own.
"Yes," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper, as I met his gaze.
Something snapped inside him. He took long, determined strides towards me, his presence looming over me. Without warning, he grabbed my neck tightly, his grip constricting around my throat. "You belong to me now and forever. Nobody can stop me from having all of you, not even you," he yelled, his voice filled with possessiveness as he stared into my eyes.
The pain and fear consumed me as his grip tightened. I struggled to speak, my hands tied and unable to defend myself. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I choked out the words, "You're hurting me, Damian."
Just as I began to fear for my life, his grip suddenly loosened. Gasping for air, I slowly opened my eyes to find Damian with his back turned to me, his gaze fixed on the door, as if searching for redemption.
In all the years we were together, I had never seen Damian this angry, and he had never resorted to violence towards me. His anger had always been directed elsewhere, usually towards his father or the stress of his unknown job. Whenever I inquired about his work, he would simply tell me he worked for his father's conglomerate without offering any details, and I never thought to question it.
"Untie her and get her something to eat," Damian ordered the man who had been in the room with him, before leaving without another word.
I groaned in pain as the tall, robust man untied the ropes that bound me and swiftly exited the room. My body felt sore and weak, my legs giving way as I struggled to stand. Collapsing onto the floor, I crawled towards the tray of food that had been left for me. Devouring it hurriedly, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the man I loved inflicting this pain upon me, but I couldn't bring myself to blame or hate him. I knew I had caused this, and I hoped he would forgive me and release me soon. Concern for my parents, especially my father's health, weighed heavily on my mind. I also feared what Derrick, the cheating bastard, might be doing to find me. As much as I wished to evade him, I prayed he would find me for the sake of my parents.
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I stirred as I heard the click of the door lock. "I must have fallen asleep," I thought, keeping my eyes closed as footsteps approached. The scent of Damian's cologne wafted towards me as he squatted beside me, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face. Hope fluttered in my chest as I anticipated his apology.
But then, my heart sank as he stood up and began walking towards the door. My eyes shot open, and I opened my mouth to call out his name. Before I could utter a word, I froze as I heard his cold command, "Blindfold her and take her."
"Where are you taking me?" I screamed, unable to contain my fear. Damian walked out of the room, leaving me alone with two men who approached, armed with a rope and a blindfold.
"P-please don't hurt me," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face, my voice filled with desperation. I pressed myself against the wall, hoping it could shield me from the imminent danger. Ignoring my pleas, the men tied me up and secured a thick, black cloth around my eyes, enveloping me in darkness.
One of the men hoisted me over his shoulder, disregarding my cries and struggles. Moments later, I felt myself being placed inside a vehicle as it started to move.
"Please, don't kill me. I'll do whatever you want," I begged, my voice filled with terror. My pleas echoed through the car as I cried and fought against my restraints.
Suddenly, the car came to a halt, intensifying my fear. The door on my side opened, and Damian's cologne greeted my senses once again as he removed the blindfold.
"Get down," Damian commanded in a cold, detached voice, standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets. I remained rooted to my seat, refusing to comply. If he was going to kill me, I would go down fighting.
"You're so stubborn," he grumbled, forcefully pulling me out of the car. I struggled against his grasp, my panic mounting. As we moved, a helicopter came into view, revealing a private airfield.
"And where do you think you're taking her?" someone screamed from behind.
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