Keep Me (Broken Heroes 3)

It’s merely a waiting game now… and I wait… with bated breath, for whoever did this to show themselves.

My thoughts are foggy as I tug on the restraints again, praying just this once that I can break free. I cry out in pain when all they do is dig deeper into my already raw skin. My body aches, even as I try and stretch my muscles.

I’m never going to get out of here.

I’m never going to find my sister.

The tears slip from my eyes with ease, sliding down my cheeks. Each drop lands coldly on my skin. For a long time, I just lie there on the cold floor, with no sound other than my breathing and soft sniffles.

That is until another sound breaks the silence. Approaching footsteps from outside the door have me on high alert. My gaze lifts to the wooden door. Waiting. Watching. The footsteps are faint at first but are definitely coming closer… heading straight for me.

They stop right in front of the door. My ears perk up, and my body trembles slightly. I wonder who is going to be on the other side of that door? Part of me wishes it’s someone who’s here to save me, but I know it isn’t.

The door handle turns, and the door opens with a loud creak. The sound startles me even though I knew it was coming.

A large man appears in the doorway. Tall, with broad shoulders. My gaze lifts from the floor and to him, and my blood runs cold. Even though I’ve never seen this man before, nor met him, I know he is here to hurt me, maybe even kill me.

His eyes are dark, darker than black, and there is no sympathy in them at all, only darkness. An evil grin tugs on his thin lips… This man is the devil in human form, and his sinister smile tells me he is going to enjoy every single thing he does.

A tear runs down my cheek without my permission. I don’t want to show him how afraid I am. I don’t want to be weak, not for this monster.

“Oh, sweet Ella, don’t cry yet, it’s far too early for that. We haven’t even started.” He takes a step toward me, and I recoil, wanting so badly to escape him. His smile widens when he sees me try to scurry backward.

“I will enjoy those tears more as I’m licking them off your face when I’m balls deep inside of you and you are begging me to stop.”

I was prepared to beg for my life, even if it made me weak. I was going to do it, but now that I’ve seen and heard this monster, I know for certain that he would only enjoy it more if I did. Looking into his eyes, I know there is no hope for me. No one can save me from this evil man.

I will not give him the satisfaction he wants. I will not beg. I will not plead. I came here looking for my sister, and I intend to find her when all of this is over.

“Fuck you,” I manage to get out through my clenched teeth.

His eyes gleam at my words. “Oh, a feisty one. I will have so much fun breaking you. Inside and out. I’ll take every hole in your body, my cock claiming you. When I’m done, I’ll give you to my men to use.”

He steps closer to me, and I instinctively try to get away again. I try to crawl away as much as I can being tied up but it’s no use. With my ankles and hands bound together, there is no escaping him.

“In the end, you’ll wish for death… since it’s the only way you’ll receive mercy from me.”

He grabs a fist full of my hair, his fingers digging painfully into the strands as he pulls me up, forcing me onto my feet, but they won’t work. Every muscle in my body is tight, cramped. A loud cry escapes my lips even though I try to swallow it, as the pain of his grip tingles through my scalp.

Without another word, he drags me to the bed and throws me down onto it, making me bounce against the mattress. My body is shaking as I try to roll away to the other side, but it’s pointless. He already has a tight grip on my arms, and he’s yanking them upward before I even get the chance to move.

I hear something lock into place and before I realize what’s happening, my bound hands are attached to the headboard and my bound ankles to the footboard. I’m immobilized. At the mercy of this evil, evil man.

“Mm, look at you…” He runs a finger up my leg, starting at my ankle. He drags it slowly, so slowly it terrifies me. I can’t anticipate his next move.