Chapter 13
Chapter 14 The Nightmare Repeated
The room was dark, no light switched on.
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The drug coursed through Jasper too quickly–his breath roughened, reason crumbling bit by bit. His hand knocked over a lamp, the crash shattering the silence.
Startled, Tatiana immediately shut off the shower. Fear laced her trembling voice. “Who who’s out there p>
No reply.
Panicked, she rushed to dress, only to find the clothes she had left outside gone.
Left with no choice, she wrapped herself in a bath towel and stepped out.
In the darkness, a tall figure stood by the bed, unmoving.
“Who?! Answer me p>
She had locked the door. How could anyone have come in?
No–she remembered. This was a club. The staff must have keys to every room.
She had been set up again.
Jasper, do you hate me so much? You’d even let others defile me just to be rid of me?
Fury and grief crashed over her. When the figure came closer, something in her snapped. She grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it with all her strength.
“Don’t! Touch! Me p>
The frail body summoned shocking force. The blow landed brutally, dropping the man flat with a heavy thud.
Tatiana gasped, heart pounding. She looked down-
Jasper.
It was Jasper.
Why was he here?
And she… she had struck him down.
Blood trickled slowly from his forehead. Her breath caught, her mind blank, already racing to where she might bury him p>
No one could find out.
She turned to bolt for the door–only to hear the click of a lock sliding into place. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ.net
Her face drained of color. She yanked and pounded at the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
She was trapped.
Outside, Shawn was humming as he walked away, grinning to himself. “Enjoy yourself, heh heh.” He’d already told the staff not to open the door no matter what they heard.
Tatiana pounded desperately, but no answer came.
She reached for her phone–only to remember it was in her clothes, and her clothes were gone.
Despair crushed her. She never noticed the shadow rising up behind her.
The next instant, arms wrapped around her, forcing her down on the bed. A cold, domineering presence pressed in, suffocating.
Her terror spiked. She pushed and shoved frantically. “Get off me! Don’t–please don’t p>
But Jasper’s eyes glowed blood–red, stripped of reason. His scorching breath fell against her cheek, making her tremble harder.
“Jasper,
sper, it’s me–it’s me! Don’t come near me. You hate me, don’t touch me, please, I’m begging
you p>
Her broken pleas fell like sparks, igniting what little sanity remained in him, consuming it until nothing was left but primal instinct.
In the struggle, her towel slipped away, revealing skin marred by scars.
The reformatory guards had been clever. They’d chosen the places clothing could hide, layering new wounds over old. The sight was unbearable–though he didn’t see it.
She should have been a cherished daughter, her skin flawless, fair, softer than Bianca’s could
ever be.
And that had been the root of her tragedy.
At Bianca’s urging, they had pressed lit cigarettes into her flesh, lashed her with salt–soaked whips, pierced her with fine silver needles. Every cruelty imaginable had been inflicted.
Her once–perfect skin, like jade, had been ruined, stained over and over.
But Jasper, blinded by darkness and drugged beyond reason, saw none of it.
He became the aggressor.
Just like back then.
Tatiana’s cries grew hoarse, the nightmare replaying itself.
Four years ago, she had been beneath him the same way, taken with near–brutality. Yet back then she had loved him desperately. She endured it all, never resisting.
When she woke, she had thought he might show her tenderness. Instead, he accused her of scheming to seduce him.
Because she hadn’t bled, he refused to believe she was a virgin.
No matter how she explained, he dragged her to the hospital. The results said she had been violated before.
She had been struck as if by lightning. She had no memory.
of
-none.
But her denials meant nothing. The label of promiscuous, scheming woman was branded on her, never to be washed away.
And now, it was happening again.
Her resistance meant nothing against him. His tall frame overpowered her completely. Her muffled whimpers were swallowed into his mouth.
“Mm p>
Pain darkened her vision.
He had never been gentle with her.
The warmth of blood dulled the agony slightly. Her wrists pinned tight, she could do nothing but breathe.
She numbed herself by counting, as if numbers could ease the pain p>
Time stretched. Pain dulled. Her empty gaze slowly shifted, glistening with tears that reflected the frenzied, devastating beauty of his face above her.
The sounds inside the room did not cease for a long, long time p>
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.