I groaned my head spinning as I opened my heavy eyes. Everything was blurry for a moment as I tried to blink the blurriness away when I finally got a clear vision. Before I could look around the room the thick smell of blood made my stomach turn and my skin crawl.

The first thing that drew my attention was the torture weapons on wall. There were different types of torture weapons arranged neatly not even one of them consisting of blood. The light in the room wasn't too bright, the room was surrounded by brick walls and there were no windows.

Where was I. The smell of death in this room was thick and silence was maddening. I needed to get out of here. My heart rate increased as I noticed that I was only left in my pantys, his chain was still around my neck. I wasn't restricted in any kind of way, the wooden chair I was sitting on was very uncomfortable. I stood up to my feet looking around without a single idea on what I would do next.

"I see you are finally awake, good I was getting bored." I didn't need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. It came from another part of the room.

I slowly turned around, facing him he was sitting at the darker part of the room. A hammer and nails in his hands. My legs trembled in fear and stuck to the ground as I breathed out with my mouth, my nose completely failing me as the images of his hands that were dipped in blood flashed through my mind. The scene of him physically bashing in Liams face replaying in my head over and over again.

I remember his eyes. He enjoyed every moment of it, the sound of Liams bones cracking, the blood on his fist, the cries that left Liam's mouth. He looked like it pleased him. Why was my life turning into the dark books I read, I remember fawning over the psychotic lead, no matter what he did I didn't cease to love him.

I didn't love him because he would somehow make the female protagonist fall for him even though he was mentally challenged, I loved him because he was psychotic - a stone cold killer who knew what he wanted and was very clear about who he was.

In every dark romance I've read, those men never hid who they were, and as fucked up as they were they never pretended to be someone else and they would do anything for their women, above all else she was their world. I liked that. I craved that. I guess in a world full of people validating cheating and validating men who are pigs, I craved the opposite.

The fact that 60 percent of women now in the world believed that everyman cheated and were willing to settle for that drove me crazy. I didn't want to get cheated on, I wanted to be someone's Obsession. I wanted them to worship the ground I walked on, shake the world for me if I pleased.

I loved getting lost in my books, they seemed like sort of fairytales but of course I knew they were just books. Because reality and imagination were two different things. Fear seeped into my body as I watched the man not far from me. I couldn't get my eyes of the hammer and nails in his hands. I didn't know what he was planning but I already wanted to beg.

"I-I-" I started the words getting stuck in my throat. I couldn't tell how he felt or what he was thinking, not a trace of emotion on his face. I started to slowly move back as I looked into his eyes.

"Would you like to play that game with me, I don't really play games love but for you anything." he said his accent thick, his dark green eyes analysing me bringing shivers down my spine and making come to a halt. There was no trace of humour or amusement in his tone. It was just blank. I knew he expected an answer he looked at me.

"No, I'm sorry. " I breathed out.

"You now have my attention." he said, his calm demeanour made me unsettled because I knew the thoughts in his head ended up with me being bloody or dead.

"Lachlan I didn't lie to you. -" I closed my eyes as I bit my lip. My hands trembled in fear as I put them together in a praying position against my lips. I was so scared.

Even though I was telling the truth I didn't know if he would believe me. I didn't know what Anele had planned I was generally worried about her. Anele had a big heart hence she got easily hurt. She was the closest thing I had to home and sanity as my life was turning for the worst.

She would always come first and I would always be there for her, but as I fought my knees for control as they trembled below me I questioned why she would do this to me. Did she think the police she called on Lachlan actually apprehended him, did she think I was free of him. As much as I knew my friend would never intentionally put me in danger, I was hurt.

This was the second time I got in trouble with him even though I knew she wanted what was best for me at heart. I was the only one left to face his wrath. I needed to speak to her or she would get us both killed. Aside from everything, I knew It was my fault, Anele was just trying to help but I knew better, I should have never given into the guilt. I should have just ran the moment I saw him.

"I promise I didn't know he was going to be there. I - I didn't know he - she-" I gulped. I couldn't involve her in this because he would kill her. Anele had been naive but I wouldn't put her in any position that would let Lachlan take her away from me. I feared what this man was capable of.

" I went there for Anele and then and then he - he arrived and I told him to leave I promise I did - Lachlan I told him there was someone else I promised I didn't forget who I belong to! -" my voice was trembling, my hands seemed to be stuck together and the lump on my throat wouldn't go away. I didn't want him to hurt me. I desperately wanted him to just listen to me.

"I'm sorry I stayed. I knew better and I'm sorry. I felt so bad fo-"

"Did you not let him touch what belongs to me, you let him touch you, put his mouth on what is mine. " he stated bringing a sour taste in my mouth. This man was fucking crazy but I should have already knew that. I wish I could take it back, if I would have known I would have not even have answered my phone.

"Lachlan it was just my hands -he didn't kiss me, he kissed my hands. "

"Are they not a part of you. If they are just your hands you wouldn't mind if I cut them off." I could only cry in response. I knew he was capable of doing it if he wanted to. I gulped looking away from him avoiding his eyes that weren't moved by my distress and tears.

"Please don't hurt me. " my voice quivered as I looked at his feet, to afraid to look at him.

"You still haven't answered my question, if you lie to me I will cut of your hands." he didn't seemed moved at all, he looked like his patience was running out; as I shakingly wiped the snot from under my nose, the constant tears making my eyes hurt. I watched him stand up making my heart stop. I've never felt so small in my entrie life.

"I did-I did, he did kiss my hands and I'm sorry I shouldn't have let him but please don't cut of my hands, Lachlan I'm sorry - I'm-I'm begging you. Please don't hurt me, please-"

"You will come to learn that I don't take well to lies, neither do I like anyone touching what's mine. It's a shame I won't be using my chainsaw, I was hoping you would lie." he said, my heart constricted painfully against my chest.

"Face the wall and put your hands against the wall." I looked at him and at the door. I knew it wasn't an option but I hoped someone would help me, anyone at this point. I watched him, hoping to find any emotion in his eyes and cling to it but nothing.

I knew he would hurt me, Lachlan believed in punishment. His word was law and there would be consequences if I didn't listen to him. I knew that he could easily make me do things and him giving me a choice wasn't as pleasing as it sounded because it was never much of a choice, but disobedience was something he wouldn't tolerate.

I slowly walked over to the wall and hesitantly placed my hands on it. I didn't want to even begin to imagine what he wanted to do. I held my breath and closed my eyes as I felt him now closer to me. Who would come to my aid, who would dare go against him. The feeling of hopelessness ate me up alive.

I screamed and quickly moved away from him when I felt him place the nail against one of my hands ready to nail my hand to the wall. I couldn't believe it, utter terror filled me up as I tremblingly moved away from him, sobs coming from my mouth as I caught my breath here and there uttering pleas.

My knees wanted to fail me, I fought to stand but it was a losing battle. Learning what Lachlan wanted to do to me paralysed me as I kneeled on the floor because deep down I knew no matter how much I begged he wouldn't show me any mercy but I couldn't help but try.

"Lachlan. His hands - he was just  trying to comfort me I-he-" my voice quivered.

"Isla." was all he said, his accent thick trippling my heart rate. I couldn't stop the river of tears as I stood up and went back to having my hands against the wall. I knew better. The way he looked at me  there was promise in his eyes that he would make it worse.

"I promise it-it won't happen again, I am sorry." I cried, breathless. He chuckled in response sending shivers down my spine. It was deep and rich, did I amuse him.

"I will make sure of it."

He didn't utter a single word after that. I knew he was done speaking to me and I knew there was nothing I could say or do to make him stop. Beads of sweat trailed down my forehead and as I started feeling nauseous. My rapid heartbeat filled my ears as I pressed my hands and my head against the cold wall. I closed my eyes in fear, my mouth dry knowing  there was no way out of this as silently I wished I would just drop dead.

I let out a gut-wrenching scream as I felt the nail pierce my skin, my body temperature immediately picked up. He took his time hammering the nail into my hand that was stretched above my head. I couldn't stop screaming. The pain was excruciating. He made sure the whole nail went into the wall, as he repeatedly banged the hammer against my hand.

My voice became small as I begged for mercy when he position the other nail for my other hand. My throat burned from all the screaming, as I closed my eyes in anticipation. I couldn't stop screaming as he hammered the nail through my hand. I couldn't move my hands, that's how tight the nails were.

"If you move I will remove the nails, we will start over again and create another hole in your hand." he said his voice blank. Blood tricked down my arms as I nodded my head bitting my lip in pain, trying to quiet down the heavy sobs coming from my mouth, I was in so much of pain. How did I get to this.

There was a woosh sound before pain erupted from my back making me lay my head against the wall, I could hear my screams of agony bouncing off the walls. It was hard not to move, I was a trembling mess. My pleas were falling into deaf ears. My throat felt like I had swallowed sandpaper.

At the fourth strike my legs gave out, and I dangled from the wall by my pinned hands, I have never in my entire life experienced so much of pain. I prayed I would pass out, I didn't really deal well with pain or high emotions. It was the whoosh sound that made my heart stop knowing what was to come.

It came to a point where I couldn't even hear myself screaming anymore, I don't think I was, yes my mouth was open but it was just filled with breathless cries and I was was using it as the only source of breathing as my nose was clogged up. The way my body was pressed against the cold wall it was as if the wall would give me comfort as if it would be my saviour as my body trembled against it.

After what felt like an enternity, everything just stopped, my heart started pounding against my chest as I started hyperventilating, where was he. It was quiet I couldn't feel him behind me. Where had he gone, wasn't he satisfied, was he planning on punishing me more. I couldn't take it. I couldn't even call out his name as my tongue was stuck to the bottom of my mouth and it felt heavy, fresh tears rushed down my cheeks.

I couldn't take anymore. I couldn't. I slowly looked up at my hands only moving my eyes as I was too scared to move my head that was pressed against the wall. There was so much of blood coming from my hands, the pain was beyond anything I've ever imagined. All it took was the sound of the door opening, hearing his footsteps I didn't even hear him leave, my mind screamed he was was back for more and my mind simply just went blank as I lost consciousness, praying I would never wake up.

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