Текст книги "CHAINED"

Автор книги: Jaimie Roberts

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Chapter 22

I’m not sure for how many days I was kept prisoner in my room. When I got my period one morning, I sighed in relief, but then it went and I was still alone. The only company I had was when one of the guards came up to bring me food. Each time, I hoped and prayed it was Ian, but it never was. I felt trapped, more trapped than I’d ever felt in my life.

I prayed for Ian. Prayed that he hadn’t been caught because of me. I wasn’t worth the trouble. I wasn’t worth anything. I was nothing.

I understood that years ago when I lost everyone and everything. I understood it now when the only light in my day was the hope that my master would come and forgive me. He never did, though. Days turned into a week; a week almost turned into two before I heard the sound of my door opening.

I was hoping it was Zac or Ian, but I was disappointed when I saw Craig. He stood at the door, a big smirk on his face.

“The Boss has a surprise for you. He said he wants you to put on that outfit you got for the ‘special occasion’. He said that’s tonight. He also said you were to cover yourself with this.” He threw a white satin dressing gown at me and kept that smirk on his face. “Pity, really. I would have liked to have seen the outfit.” He touched his crotch suggestively, then laughed as he walked out the door.

“Pig!”

I had no time to dwell on what he said because I was excited to finally get out of this stinking room. I didn’t know what Zac had in store for me, but the fact he wanted me to wear my basque only led me to think one thing. He had forgiven me.

I didn’t waste any time getting ready. I got undressed, putting the basque on. I contemplated wearing stockings, then thought I would just leave it as it was. I had shaved everywhere today, so I was ready.

I went into the bathroom, brushed my hair, and put on a little gloss. When I felt I was ready, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was sure Zac would approve.

I raced to put on the satin dressing gown, then turned the handle on the door. It clicked open and I saw Craig was waiting. He looked me up and down with a smirk, then moved away from the wall. “Follow me, princess.”

I did as I was told, deciding to ignore his little jab at me. At the end of the day, I knew he was all mouth.

We walked downstairs. I was surprised when he led me to a door behind the stairs. I hadn’t noticed it there before but, then again, I never looked. He started to walk down a dark stairway and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I hesitated slightly.

“It’s okay, princess. No need to be afraid of the dark.” He smiled, holding out his hand. Reluctantly, I took it. I looked around to see if I could find Ian, but he was nowhere to be found.

I got really scared then. I was starting to wonder if this was all a trap. Maybe Craig wasn’t all mouth and he was leading me into his lair. I was starting to wonder if I should turn and run back upstairs, but something halted me.

“Livy, don’t be scared. Come on down here. I’ve got something to show you.”

My master was calling me, and the sound was suddenly soothing to my skin. Everything came alert inside me and I found myself willingly walking to that voice.

Once I was at the bottom of the stairs, I saw Zac standing outside a door. He smiled sweetly to me and offered me his hand.

“Beautiful, Livy. Just beautiful.”

I grabbed his hand and he pulled me towards the door. He opened it and I saw a bed, but that was it. There was only a bed, the dim light, and a big window or screen on the wall. I couldn’t make out which in the soft light.

I heard the door shut behind me, so I turned. Zac was there, offering a bright smile as he came up behind me. He trailed his fingers lightly from my shoulder down my arm.

“I’ve missed touching you, Livy. You always feel so good.” He moved the strands of hair away from my neck and started lightly kissing me. Very slowly, he unhooked the belt on my dressing gown and pulled it from my shoulders. It fell down to the floor and he stood behind me, trailing both hands down my arms.

“Beautiful,” he whispered in my ear.

He stepped around me, now facing me. He had this glint in his eyes and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Now for your surprise.”

I bit my lip, wondering what on earth it could be. “What is it?”

Zac moved towards the big window/screen and stood there like he was attending a grand opening. I was eagerly waiting to see what it was, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

He flicked a switch and a bright light came flickering on.

I gasped and almost fell to my knees. Instead, I made the biggest mistake I could have made. I ran to the window and banged on it with my fist.

“Kit!”

In that instant, a switch flicked inside of me. What had I been doing? What had I done? Why was I here, letting another man touch me? Why had I been loving every second of it? How could I have done this to him? To us?

A sob caught in my throat, threatening to engulf me. No, please. Not Kit. Not my Kit.

Through the tears, I looked up and saw the anguish in those magical grey-blue eyes of his. I loved those eyes. I loved that man.

Oh god! How could I have ever betrayed our memory like this? How did I get here, staring at the one man I would never be able to touch again?

The sight of him destroyed me. He was chained by the wrists, hanging from a cross. He looked battered and bruised, like he’d been there a while.

“Kit?”

Zac’s voice broke me out of my trance, immediately alerting me to how grave this situation was. I was standing in an outfit picked out for Zac. He had been touching me in a room where Kit could see everything. Mortified didn’t even begin to express how I felt.

“You know him as Kit now? I thought he was the shadowman. But I always knew him as Agent Christopher Chainey, number twenty-four. The one who tried to blow you and your parents up.” His voice rose an octave as he said this.

“Olivia!” Kit screamed, the tears threatening to fall. “Don’t listen to him. I wasn’t there to place it. When you saw me, I was there to defuse it. I went there to save you all. Please, Olivia. Believe me.” He pulled at his chains and roared out a scream.

I gripped my eyes shut, not knowing what to believe. In my heart, I knew Kit would never betray me. Something was telling me he was telling the truth.

Zac moved forward a little to face me. “There wasn’t any female friend staying at your house, was there, Livy? It was him. You were fucking him, weren’t you?” His face looked so angry and he suddenly moved, backhanding me across my cheek. I fell down to the floor, sobbing at the knowledge I was doomed forever.

I heard Kit scream as I fell, “I’m going to kill you, Zachary Bartholomew!”

Zac composed himself and stared over at Kit in disgust. He was about to say something when the door opened to Kit’s room. We all looked up and Maria stepped in, wearing a tight red dress and matching patent high heels. Her hair was a mass of curls, which almost hid her big gold earrings. She had bright red lipstick on and the biggest smirk on her face.

“Christopher,” she sang. She walked up to him and caressed his chest. “It’s been so long.” Kit flinched at her touch.

I looked up at Zac and saw him smile at Maria, then he turned to me. “Your shadowman and Maria used to go way back.” He turned to Maria. “Didn’t you?”

She nodded, as Kit strained against his chains. She ran her hands all over him and purred, “Yes. Kit and I used to have a lot of fun. He used to do his jobs, then come back to fuck me so hard, I couldn’t walk for a week. He was quite the animal in bed, but I guess you know that.”

I winced at her remark, feeling the jealously rise. She had no right to talk about him like that. With me, it wasn’t like that. With me, it was special. It was real.

But how could I be jealous after everything I’d done? I had no right to lay claim on him when I had been sleeping with another man this whole time.

My mind raced for an explanation, but I had none. Logic told me Kit was the only one, but I had been behaving like the worst girlfriend anyone could ever imagine. Why? I couldn’t understand it.

Zac looked as pleased with Maria’s remark as I did, but she walked over to Kit and kissed him. He didn’t respond, but that didn’t stop her from trying to stick her tongue down his throat.

She pulled back, laughing, and I could see the trace of lipstick all over his mouth. I wanted to look away, I willed myself to look away, but I couldn’t.

She then began rubbing at his crotch, but all Kit did was grunt and pull at his restraints.

“Stop!” I begged, realising how much of a mistake I had made.

Maria stopped, smiling my way before looking over at Zac. He nodded his head and I started panicking.

As soon as she got her permission, she looked back towards Kit. She whispered something in his ear and I watched as his eyes grew wide. Frantic, he pulled at his restraints. “No, Maria. No!” he shouted.

She ignored him, unzipping his trousers and pulling them down past his hips. Kit kept thrashing and cursing at her, but she just ignored him. When she touched his limp cock, I had to look away.

Not a moment later, Zac grabbed my shoulders. “Look at him, Livy. Look.” He shook me until my eyes popped open. What I saw crushed me.

Maria was sucking Kit’s cock as he remained rigid. I could tell he was trying not to let it affect him, but the more she kept on, the more the inevitable happened. When Maria pulled away, I saw how hard Kit was. She smiled at me as she caressed his balls and licked up his shaft.

“Looks like he’s enjoying himself,” Zac whispered in my ear.

“Please stop this, Zac. Please.”

Maria looked at Zac, smiled, and carried on sucking Kit’s cock. I wanted to be sick. In fact, bile started rising in my throat the more Kit grunted, closing his eyes. He didn’t want to enjoy it, but he was.

All I could do was stand there and keep telling myself that he didn’t want this, but the more I thought that, the sicker I became.

Kit pulled at his restraints some more and grunted out some expletives. I gripped my eyes shut. It was too much. All of this was just too much. I felt like I had gone to hell. I was in hell and had to live an eternity with Zac.

“I think he’s close,” Zac whispered.

I snapped my eyes open and saw Kit staring at me. He looked lost. I could see the strain on his face as Maria sped up her pace. He didn’t want to come, but he was going to.

I whimpered out a sob, clutching my heart and shaking uncontrollably. “Please, stop!” I shouted. “Please!”

But Maria wasn’t listening. Just when I was about to scream, Kit roared, his chains clanking as he pulled at them one more time. Soon after, his body went limp as his head fell forward I could tell he was ashamed, but how could I blame him for what happened? It was forced on him. I forced this on him.

Eventually, Maria slowed to a stop, pulled him out of her mouth, and licked her lips. “He tastes just like I remember.” She licked her fingers, pulled Kit’s trousers up, and turned to Zac.

“You did well, Maria. Thank you.”

She nodded with a smile and winked at me as she headed for the door. “You bitch!” I banged on the glass window, desperate to get to her so I could rip her face off. “You fucking bitch!”

Suddenly, Zac grabbed me and I looked at him. “How could you do this? How could you?!” I tried punching him, but all he did was grab my arms.

He stood there, hovering above me. His breathing was harsh as his anger grew. “You haven’t learned a single thing here, have you, Livy?” He pointed to Kit. “That man tried to kill you and your parents. You wanted vengeance and I helped you, but this is how you fucking repay me? By fucking him?!”

I sobbed, knowing I wasn’t going to get away with this. “I’m sorry!” I shouted through my sobs, but I wasn’t sorry. I wasn’t sorry for pursuing him. I wasn’t sorry for finding him. I wasn’t sorry for falling in love with him.

My shadowman.

My Kit.

“Trevor!” Zac shouted, making me jump.

A man appeared with a syringe. I saw the golden liquid inside and knew it was for me. It couldn’t be for anyone else.

I shook my head. “Please, no. Please, Zac, no. I promise I’ll behave. Please. Just let Kit go and I’ll do anything you ask of me. I swear.”

Zac smiled. “Oh, you will, sweet Livy. After the show you’ll put on for him, he’ll never want to look at you again.”

I saw the glint in his eyes. At that moment, I knew exactly what he meant. I screamed, clawed, and kicked, but there were soon two men holding me down on the bed, Zac hovering over me with the needle.

I heard Kit screaming, witnessing me falling apart and not being able to do anything about it. I wanted to go to him and save him, just like he had saved me all those weeks ago.

I felt the prick in my arm and the pain from the liquid being injected into me. I screamed out again, wanting this all to end, but knowing that it was just the beginning.

The minute he pulled the needle out, all of them abruptly left the room and locked the door. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, until I heard his voice. The man I truly loved.

“I’m so sorry, Olivia.”

He said it so softly, I could barely make out the words. I scooted off the side of the bed and walked up to the window, placing my hand on the glass. The tears fell down as I mourned the loss of my lover, my partner, my best friend.

“He’s injected me with–”

“Xanai.”

I looked up at him. “You know it?”

He nodded. “It was discovered in a secret army base in Wiltshire a few years back.”

I nodded. That was exactly what Ian had told me. “Then you understand what’s coming?”

He winced, but nodded again. “I’m so sorry, Olivia. I tried finding you, but they caught me when I went to see Dr. Kemp.”

My eyes widened. “Dr. Kemp?”

He nodded. “After you disappeared, I had a few people checking up on some leads. I knew someone had you and I had a feeling who.”

I gasped. “You knew who I was?”

He shook his head with a small smile. “Not at first, but your nightmares and your secrecy made me want to find out more. I had someone look into it and they managed to find out who you were. I swear to you. I wasn’t there to kill you that night. When you saw me, I had been defusing the bomb. I did plant it, but then I saw you. I knew I couldn’t harm an innocent. At that moment, I decided I didn’t want that life anymore. You changed it all for me, Olivia. You changed the man I was then, and you changed the man I am now. I owe you my life.”

I shook my head, a sob escaping. “No, Kit. You don’t owe me anything. I’m not worthy of you. I’m not worthy of anyone.” I hung my head, feeling the guilt rise.

“Olivia, you’ve had others take over your whole life. No one has ever let you be the beautiful person I know you are.”

I could feel it. The burning. It was just a little tingle, but I knew it was the start. It was only going to get worse.

“I’m not a beautiful person, Kit. You don’t understand what I’ve done.”

I wiped my tears away and stared up at the man I loved. I wanted him so badly now that the burn was creeping up further. I had to look away for my own sanity.

“I know, Olivia, I know. But I also know that none of this is your fault. Please keep telling yourself that. And please keep on telling yourself that nothing in this world can make me change the way I feel about you. Nothing, Olivia. I swear. Please, never stop telling yourself that.”

I knew Kit was trying to get a message across, but the burning was surfacing like nothing before. I screamed out, clutching my sides.

“Olivia, whatever you do, don’t look at me. Okay, sweetheart? Just grip your eyes shut and look away.”

I did as he asked, crawling to the bed. The pain was increasing with every breath I took. It wanted a release. The same release I was begging Zac to give me all those days ago. The same release he gave to me time and time again.

Remembering the feeling of euphoria when that release came made the pain shoot through me once more. I cried out, crawling into a ball as the burn hit me once again.

I could hear Kit’s chains violently lashing in the background. He was suffering with me. The pull to see him was too great, so I opened my eyes and walked to the window, placing my hands on the glass and staring into those eyes. I wanted him. I needed him.

I banged my fist against the glass, scratching at it, clawing at it, desperate to get to him. I could see the pain and desperation to get to me in his eyes.

“Kit!” I screamed, wailing and crying with the pain. It was getting worse and all I could do was sink to the floor in agony. I daren’t touch myself because I knew the pain would sear me even more, so I lay there sobbing, curled up in a ball, longing for someone to take the pain away.

I didn’t know how long I had been lying there, but the burning and the pain suddenly seemed to mesh together. I felt like I was stuck inside a furnace. My body yearned and craved for that one thing I knew it wanted but couldn’t have.

In one intense explosion, my whole body screamed in agony as I gasped for breath.

“Oh god, Olivia. I can’t do this. I can’t bear to see you like this.” In one huge roar, Kit screamed Zac’s name. I screamed again as the door was flung open. I gripped my eyes shut. Kit told me to keep my eyes shut, so I did. I daren’t look up. I daren’t see the man who had rendered me to this. The man who could cure me of this. The man who could make it all better.

“Help her.”

His words were so soft, my eyes flung open. Zac was standing at the door staring at Kit, then back at me before turning his attention back to Kit. Every part of me screamed to move, to throw myself at him, but the pain had become too great.

“No…,” I muttered. Lord knows how I managed to get the word out.

“What do you mean help her, Chainey?”

I heard him pull at his chains. “You know what I fucking mean, Zachary. Help her. You and I both know she’ll die if you don’t.”

He smiled back at him. “Yet you let it go on this long.”

“You know what the fuck you’re doing, Zac. Help her. Please.”

Zac smiled wickedly, and I knew he felt overwhelming power now. He nodded once in Kit’s direction, then turned to my quivering frame on the floor. I was shaking my head violently, knowing what was going to happen next. My mind again raged war with my body. It wanted this, but a part of me knew this would end me. A part of me knew it would end Kit, too.

Bending down, Zac scooped me up in his arms and placed me on the bed. “I’m going to make it all better now, Livy. Okay?”

I screamed again as he uncurled me from my tight ball. He caressed my stinging face where he had slapped me, whispering words of comfort. Before I could even think straight, he rammed himself into me.

Just like that, I screamed my agonising release and cried out as the pain and the burning subsided. The more he moved inside me, the more bearable it became as the intense pleasure built and built. Before too long, I was coming again, Zac thrusting over and over again.

“You. Belong. To. Me.”

With each of my screams, Kit cried out with me, the emotional pain crippling me. I was crying in agony and joy as release after release ran through me. By the time I came a fourth time, I was sobbing like a baby. What must Kit think of me now? What kind of person did he think I was?

I wanted to look at him. A part of me wanted to see his pain so I could suffer with him, but I was a coward. I didn’t look his way because I knew it would break me.

“Fuck, you feel so good. My sweet, sweet pussy. You’re going to make me come hard, Livy. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.”

His pace picked up and it wasn’t long before he arched his back and cried his own release inside of me.

Zac collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy. My body felt the afterglow of its release, but my heart felt broken. I was in pieces. If it wasn’t for the fact I was rushing on endorphins, I would have found myself deep inside that pit. Zac was determined to make me his and he had succeeded. He showed Kit and I the power he possessed by robbing us of the one thing that glued us together. The one thing that made our bond the strongest I had ever felt in my life. We belonged together because the universe made it that way. It chose us, and now our choice has been ripped apart at the seams.

With that knowledge, I started sobbing. I didn’t want Zac seeing he had gotten the best of me, but what else could I do when he had taken everything I loved away?

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. Don’t cry. I’m sorry I hit you. I promise I’ll never do that again, baby. It’s just you and me now.”

Zac lifted himself up, but not completely off me. It was just enough for me to see it. Just enough for me to witness the measurable pain I put Kit through.

I could see his frame in the window. His breathing was harsh, his head hanging low. I could see the last remaining liquid falling out of his mouth from where he must have been sick. His wrists were so bloody from the amount of straining he must have been doing against his chains. I had done this to him.

I choked out a sob as an anger I had never felt before ripped through me. My whole body reacted and started beating, scratching, biting as hard as I could at the man who had robbed me of my soul. The man who had robbed me of everything.

Zac tried to hold me down, but I was too consumed with rage to stop. All the years of keeping in my fear, keeping in my agony, and keeping in my heart unleashed itself as pure hatred against the man who would never let me go. I knew that now. I was his and he made sure of that tonight. He made sure to tell anyone who ever dared get close to me that no one would ever take me away from him.

“Livy, stop it!” he growled, finally holding down my wrists and containing me.

I looked up into his eyes, pure hatred in my own. I was a little happy at the knowledge I had made him bleed. Scratches now marked his face.

“I hate you! Get off me!” I screamed over and over again, hoping someone would hear my cries. Hoping someone out there could take me away from this monster who had held me captive for so long. He had always been there, always hovering in the background, waiting for his time to strike.

“He asked me to help you, Livy. He was the one who gave me permission.”

My tears flowed as I violently shook my head. He was trying to poison my mind again. Trying to make me hate the one man I could only ever love.

“Olivia, I’m so sorry,” I heard Kit cry.

His voice completely broke me. Completely took away anything left of me I could give.

I was ruined.

“Are you done, baby? I bet you’re not. You’ll be wanting more soon. Can you feel the burn yet? Can you feel it creeping back up inside you, ready to burst unless I fuck you?”

Closing my eyes, I tried to fight it away. I tried to ignore the rising feelings. I couldn’t, though. It would only get stronger. It would only be a matter of time before the pain consumed me and I would have to give in to him again. Zac knew that and he was using it to his advantage. He was playing me like the amusing puppet I must be to him now.

I wanted to hate him. With each touch, desire spiked, but I wanted to hate him. My mind screamed to say no, but my body had other ideas. He was touching me in places he knew I couldn’t resist. He was making sure it felt good, and he was making sure I voiced that pleasure out loud.

Once Zac heard my cry of pain, he entered me again, releasing the burn that crept up my spine.

Once again, I was his.

Once again, I was robbed of my dignity.

And once again, any happiness I had left was slipping through my fingers.