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I screamed when he finally let me breathe, his hold no longer on my braids as I moved back from him, at least I hoped I was moving back from his, I couldn't see anything. I couldn't stop coughing, I quickly turned to the side before emptying out all the contents of my stomach a metallic taste dominating my mouth.

I wiped my mouth and never stopped listening for him as I tried to remove the blood from my eyes. I could feel it on half of my body in other parts it had stuck to me. I felt disgusting I wanted nothing but scrape it off me -to scrape his touch of me. All the times I let him embrace me, all the times I let him touch me made me shiver -he was fucking demented and I just wanted to die. I felt like the little energy I had left left with the contents that were in my stomach.

"Isla." He sounded a few feet from me as if he was watching me amused, just waiting to pounce.

"I'm sorry." I kept on repeating. I wrapped my hands around myself when my vision became a little clear I could see him standing at the same spot I had left him watching me. Just the sight of him made me tremble, I could feel my heart racing and my stomach parting into a hole. I didn't understand.

"Isla I will not raise my voice to speak when you are ten feet away lass." He said, he didn't need to repeat himself, even when I couldn't see my body trembled at the authority in his voice, whimpering before his presence alone.

I felt like a fool wasting all of my energy when I should have been saving it but I couldn't help it, I didn't know how long he has been doing this but I could tell that I was at the end of my lifeline. I had no energy I was working on adrenaline and it too was running out. I returned back in front of him kneeing before him pleading for mercy, making sure not to make eye contact with him.

"It seems you still have no clue, I will gladly help with that." He said, I could literally feel goosebumps cover my entire body as I trembled whispering my apologies.

"No!-No please- I'm sorry-"

"Why are you sorry lass?" His voice was deep and void of any emotions but he spoke as if he would hear me out as if we would resolve this together as much as I knew that he wouldn't it gave me little hope. He stood a giant towering over my kneeling body, watching me.

"I-I think -I it's because I -didn't tell you-because I didn't tell you the whole truth when- when you asked me last night -about who- who made me cry." I looked up at him, it took everything in me because I was terrified that he would do worse but right now I would say anything for him to have mercy on me- I would do anything not to be drowned in blood.

"I still have- have nightmares." I confessed. I didn't think keeping it to myself would have me end up in here. Even entering this room I was completely oblivious nothing connected in my head I was too busy trying to understand what the hell happened to this man for him to be like this. Even after deciding not to tell him I even forgot about it. I didn't think he would try and kill me because I didn't tell him who made me cry. It just went to show how everything was fucked up with him.

Lord I'm sorry- I'm so -sorry. For whatsoever I have done.

"You lied." He said it so simply and calmly as if he was summarising everything I did. My eyes widened at the word- such a heavy word, I knew how much he despised lies. I swear my heart stopped working for a minute as tears rushed down my face at the word, my head shaking in the process. I didn't think of it as a lie I just thought of it as not putting the lives of other people in danger because of me. It didn't matter what they did to me -I still believed they didn't deserve to die.

"I -I didn't mean to -I didn't mean to I just didn't want people to die Lachlan." I said truthfully my eyes bulging out trying to reason with the man who had my fate in his hands. He was suddenly so calm I could barely breathe, I couldn't even look at him in the eye.

"I didn't -I didn't want you to kill them- I didn't want-want you -to kill people because of me-I -please."

It had been so insignificant to me to a point where I was completely clueless when he told me what all the lifeless corpse did, why he decided to subject them to such a horrifying fate. I was just traumatised -I was still traumatised and my mind truly failed to process such an atrocious act even though I have seen how evil Lachlan was I still couldn't begin to understand. I couldn't begin grasp the depth of his cruelty. I didn't connect any dots- I just didn't want to get hurt. My fear was the only thing on drive the rest of me was in the back seat.

"Did you think when I asked you what happened I didn't already know." My heart dropped to my stomach, he didn't seem to be understanding me. The image was becoming pretty clear in my head, terror and regret washed over me. When he asked me why I had been crying when we got home I told him I just felt emotional. He had asked me if I was sure and with the image of Irene at the back of my head I assured him- I didn't even think much about it - I was forever scarred about what happened the last time I didn't even want to go through something like that ever again. I shook my head my teeth chattering in fear.

"I -" I didn't know what to say- I didn't know how to beg in order to appease to him because I knew he would hurt me and there was nothing I would do about it but my heart and my entire being still cried for mercy. I watched him crouch still towering over me. His hand on my chin so I looked up at him looking into his eyes that intimidated me to an extent that I felt like my insides would melt. I couldn't stop my hiccups.

"You don't have that right. It doesn't matter what you do -whosoever makes you cry is already dead." I shook my head nodding to show him that I understood, I would do anything to not be under that blood, it was thicker than water and was so painful, every time I would start to drown I could feel every single second of it slowly clogging my airways as I fought for my life. The thought made me sob slowly and incoherently begging him.

"You will come to learn that I only speak once." He said before I knew it I was back to fighting for my life submerged under the liquid except I had no energy in me to fight as I did before. My resistance was futile as I felt my body start to jerk at the blood entering my airways. He always managed to make me experience immense pain in different ways that wound leave me forever traumatised. My lungs felt like they were engulfed in fire as I screamed at the immense pain taking over my body.

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Lachlan's POV

I stood by the door, watching her sleep, feeling uneasy about having to shower alone due to her being unconscious. The doctor, whose life depended on her stability, assured me that she was in a stable condition. She had to survive, for she had a ring to wear and a name to carry and if she was to die everyone she knew, cared for and was related to would also perish.

Even barely alive she was undeniably beautiful, the most exquisite creature I have ever laid my eyes on. I say creature because she could not possibly be human. Knowing that she would never leave me because I simply would never permit it filled me with profound satisfaction. The only way she would be able to escape me was through death and I had to be tread carefully not to grant her that luxury which proved to be challenging. I was sure she would die by my hand.

My eyes never moved from her still in awe. She was a puzzle I couldn't solve, and her presence alone came with a disruptive storm. I have never thought of anyone to have my heart, neither have I ever had the urge to extinguish a life for casting a glance at someone, that was until her. As she lay there almost lifeless she couldn't even begin to imagine the amount of power she possessed at the tip of her fingers. Her word was my law.

For thirty three years, I have prided myself on my unwavering resolve, it was my calculating nature but she threw me off balance. From the moment I laid my eyes on her I never stopped watching her. It was her fault for catching my eye, a feat not easily achievable. She was mine from that moment and forever will belong to me whether she liked it or not.

Amusement coursed through me as I contemplated her ceaseless tears. Mo Grà was a crybaby. She cried about everything, when I first met her I had thought maybe she was sick and got the doctor to see about her crying, - the diagnosis had been simple—she cried because she felt deeply, and because I was, as she insisted, a psychopath, from my understanding I concluded she just simply cried a lot. It was something that was foreign to me. My lip turned up at the thought of her explaining how normal her feelings were.

Although a cry baby no one -not a single person had the right to make her cry. It didn't matter to me that my love would cry over a simple action of one ignoring her -they would die, nothing was too small when it came to her, the entire world would learn to thread carefully around her because she was indeed glass, if there was so much as a fracture there would be more hearts added to my collection.

The rise and fall of her chest gave me comfort and confusion, even though the doctors had to pump the blood out of her to save her because she almost died by my hand; she was still the center of my world- a funny foreign feeling it was. Such a little thing having so much of power over me. There isn't a head I wouldn't chop off at her command or at the sight of her tears.

I knew that for her, I would commit unspeakable acts. There was no heart I wouldn't stop from beating at her command, no deed I wouldn't undertake to prevent her tears. She still didn't understand that no one was allowed to look at her in the eye or even speak to her in anyway. I wouldn't allow it.

She believed I was heartless but that wasn't accurate when it came to her. I was aware that her sister and friends were up plotting, and I decided I would grant her some freedom, allowing her to make choices so I can haunt her down and make sure she learns who truly owned her. If I was as heartless as she claimed they would have already been lifeless decorations on our lawn back home so she can see them everyday.

I didn't consider myself a complicated man, I enjoyed seeing her eyes sparkle, her enchanting smile, it filled me with pride, the only thing I wanted was her, it simple and straightforward but she was chasing after death. She is yet to make me mad but her skill of being inattentive has cost her her tears and a lot more.

I've held authority and responsibilities from the moment I could grasp the concept of my name and leadership. Disobedience and disrespect was something I would never tolerate, without exception. I seldom spoke more than once, a fact she would soon become accustomed to. It didn't matter what I decreed she had to follow it, if she wanted to challenge my authority she was more than welcome to try so we would see who held the dominant role in this relationship.

There could never be two bulls in one Kraal. There could only be one head, if another grows it is simply decapitated. She would come to accept that, just like she would come to accept that I found immense pleasure and peace in using my hands to remove certain organs while my victims were still alive.

She still didn't understand who I was, I could see the hope in her eyes, it excited me, I looked forward to the day she realised there was no escaping me. She will learn the importance of listening, I would take my time and teach her, make learn that to listen was a valuable skill if she hoped to survive for I was not a man to be trifled with, and I would ensure she understood her dependence on me, regardless of the cost.

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I opened my eyes blinking as I looked around the room. I was in the hospital room, the white walls only reminded me of the basement I took in a deep breath bitting my lip as the recent events unfolding in my mind. I felt like a zombie, it took a lot to even blink.

"Even in tubes you are still so beautiful." A strong feminine voice said from beside me, I slowly moved my head taking my time as I was running low on energy and life in general, blinking being a task. The only thing that seemed to come easy was keeping everything at bay by bitting my lip. I was greeting with the image of one of his sisters, the other one.

She was beautiful, they all were. She had dark ginger curly hair that looked wild, a button nose with bow shaped small lips that suited her face of course with the signature eyes colour as dark as her brothers at times, although only difference being her eyes were kind. She smiled at me.

"I'm glad you are awake, I didn't want to leave your side until you woke up."she said making me furrow my brows I barely knew her and I didn't like anyone with Lachlan's last name nor trust them.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, I understand but I just wanted to be here." I kept quiet still biting my lip before moving my face back to the white wall in front of me. The image of blood being painfully pumped out of me revisiting me making my eyes gloss over.

"One of the reasons we asked to stay with you and my brother was because we truly do want to get to know you." I almost cried at the kindness in her voice- it's been a while since have heard that. Her brother was the opposite.

"Do you think he will ever let me go?" I asked cutting straight to the chase, my voice was flat and void holding no life - just like how I felt. He was a monster, a man who's presence shook me to the core. She was quiet for a minute.

"No."

"What if I run?" He drowned me in blood countless of times when I was at the brink of death he would let me recover cough it out and take in oxygen only for him to do it again. I felt tears escape my eyes as I tried to breathe and control my heart rate.

"There isn't a place on this earth that could hide you from him." Her honesty was appreciated at the same time it cut deep.

"Everyone has blind spots and weaknesses." This was the world no one was unbeatable. Even if she did know her brothers weakness I didn't expect her to tell me but I had to ask.

"Not my brother, not my family. I like you -I like you very much I just didn't want to approach you and weird you out and I figured you probably hate my brother so you wanted nothing to do with his family." Which was true they were all cursed to me, psychopaths.

"I like you enough to let you know that my brother is God living on earth, his command is the law -not just here -across the world." Anele had told me but it felt like her words were making everything a reality, confirming what I had already heard. They felt heavier coming from her because if anyone knew it would be her.

"Not only does he run the Irish Mafia but he is part of a bigger organisation that runs continents. I don't want to scare you but I just want to warn you, there is nothing you can do to escape him, there is no one that can help you because everyone reports and falls under him. He is a very dangerous man which I am sure you already know. I'm not telling you this to scare you but I want to tell you the truth so you know what you are dealing with for the rest of your life because he will never let you leave him." She said holding my attention with her eyes, I could tell she was a woman who took charge even the way she sat; she sat with authority -she reminded me of her brother.

"If I could have I would have prevented you from crossing paths with him -that's how much I care about you because now there is nothing you can do and my brother is fucked up beyond recognition." I wondered why she cared. But at this hour it mattered to me, it was appreciated.

"Now that we have that out of the way, I am Enya and I would like to be your friend." She said smiling all of a sudden becoming someone else. I then smiled back at her appreciating the fact that she didn't lie to me and she actually told who and what the Viking man was.

"I have never met anyone with such terrible timing." I said to her causing her to chuckle still watching me.

"My brother kills anyone who looks at you and touches you. No one is allowed to look at you in the eye so imagine us wanting to get to know you." Lachlan was on another level of demented, words couldn't capture how psychotic he was, her words made a lot of sense, it was rare that people I met would look me in the eye- they usually focused on my nose or just my feet.

"He is a psychopath." I stated no amusement in my voice.

"We all are, welcome to the family." She was smiling, I was unsettled and didn't exactly know how to take that.

"Where the doctor?" I asked in hopes of being able to ask for stronger medication if I was to survive the man who captured me. I actually needed to numb my feelings - I knew he would not give me anti depressants but that was the closest thing I thought to be able to get the job done. I wouldn't be able to face him without bawling my eyes out or going into cardiac arrest.

"He stepped out for a second, they were able to pump out all the blood in your system and-" The Viking man walked in causing the temperature to drop I knew we could both feel the change in the atmosphere at his presence. I had no control over my heart beat as the heart monitor started beeping like crazy and tears graced his presence.

"You are scaring her-"

"Give us the room." Was all he said focused on me. I wanted to scream and shout for the woman I just formally met not to leave me as if she would protect me but nothing seemed to come out as my my body froze.

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