Chapter Seventeen

Elise

Two Months Later

It is Valentine’s Day, and I am excited to see what Lucian has planned for us. He is busy running errands today, so I am impatiently waiting for him to let me know when I am meeting him.

I am sitting in my office working when my phone rings. I perk up but sigh heavily when I see its just Jake. “Hey, Jake,” I answer.

“Hey. I need you to resend me the files for the Delivery Dash app,” he says. “These are corrupted files.”

“What? I double checked them before I sent it,” I say as I navigate to my email.

“Well, I have the CEO in my office wanting an update,” he says impatiently. I start to panic when I can’t find the files. I keep checking everywhere I know they would be, but nothing is there.

“They’re gone,” I say. “I just had them this morning.”

“What do you mean they’re gone, Elise? They launch tomorrow,” he says.

“Jake. I don’t know. I swear to God, they were just here. I just looked at them this morning,” I say, emotions welling up inside me.

“Jesus Christ, Elise,” he sighs. “They want this project today.”

“I’m sorry. I… I don’t know what happened. I always double and triple check that I have things saved. Jake, I…”

“I don’t need to hear excuses, Elise,” he says.

“What can I do?” I ask. “I can call them…”

“Unless you plan on driving an hour to the office, I’ll fix it myself. I’ll just have to convince them to give us an extension to keep the contract.”

“I…” I start to say but stop and think. “I’ll come up there and talk to them. I don’t know what happened, but I’ll fix it.”

“Fine. I’ll hold him off. Just get up here so we can keep them happy,” he says. “Bring your work laptop so I can take a look at it.”

“Okay. I’m so sorry, Jake,” I say.

“Let me know when you’re here,” he says flatly before ending the call.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How could I let this happen? This is yet another major company contracted with us, and I fucked it all up. I call Lucian in a panic, and he answers right away.

“Hey baby,” he says happily.

“I fucked up,” I say tearfully. “I fucked up so badly.”

“Woah. What happened?”

“The project I was working on. I sent Jake the files, and they're corrupted, but now they are not on my computer. I thought I saved them, but they’re gone. This is so bad. I always make sure I save files. I don’t know how the fuck this happened,” I say, panicking.

“Slow down. What did Jake say?”

“He said unless I wanted to come up there and try to convince them to give us an extension. He would have to figure it out. Lucian, if we lose this contract, I’m going to get fired. I’ve worked here for so long. I don’t wanna get fired. I just looked at the files this morning. I don’t get it,” I say.

“Are you going up to the office?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I sniff. “I’m so sorry. I fucked up everything.”

“You have plenty of time, baby. Just go and see what you can do. Either way, we will figure it out, okay? Shit happens,” he says. “Just take a deep breath and do what you can. I’ll text you the address of the restaurant we are going to. I’ll adjust the reservation to when I know you’ll be back.”

“Okay. I feel bad,” I say, calming myself down.

“Again, shit happens. Just tell the client the truth and tell them that you will get them what you are contracted for. Be confident and they will love you, okay? If not, it wasn’t meant to be. Okay?”

“Okay,” I sigh. “I’m going to get some shoes on and go up there.”

“Okay. Be careful, please. I love you so much, Elise,” he says sweetly.

“I love you too, Luci. I’ll be careful,” I say.

When I end the call, I jump up and get ready to leave. I am trying to drive responsibly, but I’m so nervous. When I’m about ten minutes out, I text Jake.

Almost there…

Ok

I sigh at his short response. He is mad, and rightfully so. This is a massive fuck up. I have been doing this far too long to make mistakes like this. I really hope I don’t get fired for this, but I would understand if I did.

When I park, I only see a few cars in the lot. This immediately worries me because if the client left already, they cancelled the contract. I go inside and halfheartedly wave at Susan, the receptionist. She smiles happily, and I continue on to the elevator. I feel like this thing is moving incredibly slow for how quickly my brain is working.

When the doors open, I go down to Jake’s office and find it empty. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“Sit,” Jake says when he comes in behind me and shuts the door.

“Jake, I’m so sorry,” I say, turning to face him.

“Sit,” he repeats. Something about the way he is looking at me makes fear start to sink in. He looks so angry that it’s frightening. I do as he says and sit in the chair across from his desk.

“I brought my laptop. I really don’t know how it happened. I know I saved it and checked the file location,” I say, trying to explain myself.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I handled it,” he says, taking the chair beside me.

“What? Why am I here then?” I ask. “You said…”

“I know what I said, Elise,” he says. He smirks and sits back in his chair, and I suddenly get a very icky vibe from him. Suddenly, all the paranoia that Lucian was holding onto makes sense. I forgot to call him when I got here, so he has no idea that I’ve made it.

“I think it’s best that I quit,” I say. “I’ll leave my laptop here since the company owns it.”

I go to stand and he grips onto my thigh. “Do not walk away from me,” he growls.

“Jake, I just want to go. I don’t want any trouble or hard feelings,” I say, standing anyway. Before I can step away, he stands to block me. “Jake, you’re…”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he snaps as he grabs me by the throat and jerks me closer to him. Tears immediately fall down my cheeks as I start connecting the dots.

“Jake please,” I whimper. “You’re scaring me.”

“You think I give a fuck if you’re scared?” he laughs. “You were scared when I captured you, but you still came… didn’t you?” he asks, keeping a firm grip on my throat.

“Please, just let me go home,” I beg as I start to cry. “Lucian is expecting…”

“Say his name again and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out,” he snaps. “Here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to text your incompetent husband that you’re leaving him. You’re going to walk your happy ass down to my car, and you are coming home with me. If you fight me, I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

I feel the barrel of a gun present at my temple and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Okay,” I whimper. I need to say something inconspicuous enough that Jake doesn’t figure it out, but Lucian will.

Jake shoves me toward his desk and bends me over before taking my phone out of my back pocket and laying it in front of me. “Text him. Now,” he says. My hands are trembling as I pick up my phone. He presses his hips against my ass, and I tense up when I feel that he is hard. Tears are steadily flowing down my face and dripping onto the table below as I type the message.

Lucian. I am leaving you. I made a mistake by marrying you. I’ve been thinking a lot about things, and I don’t think you are the right person to be my Daddy. I need far more than you are capable of giving me. I didn’t want to interrupt your meeting with this, but I felt a text would be easier for us both. I’m sorry.

As soon as I send the message, he takes my phone and sets it down before smashing it in front of me. I start to sob when he grabs me by the hair and forces me to stand. “Let’s go home,” he says, smiling.

He keeps a tight grip on my wrist as we walk out of his office and to the stairwell. Instead of going through the front, he leads me out a back entrance to where his truck is waiting. Before pushing me onto the passenger seat, he pulls my arms behind my back and restrains me with zip ties.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask tearfully.

“Because Dad died before he could experience your tight little pussy, so now you’re mine,” he says as he lifts me into the seat and slams the door.

Dad? What the fuck? If he means Daniel, then does that make him my brother? Did I… what the fuck?

Jake gets into the truck and starts driving while I continue to silently cry. He doesn’t look at me or acknowledge my presence for thirty minutes, but when he does, it’s him unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out. He grabs me by the hair and yanks me down to him. “If I feel teeth, I’ll rip them out,” he says. “Open.”

“Please stop it, Jake,” I sob.

“Open,” he repeats. When I do, he pushes me down on his dick and I gag when he starts forcing me on and off of him. I try not to fight him as I remember when I did on Halloween, he was more forceful. He keeps going and going until he shifts the car into park and leans back. This allows him to get a better grip and start thrusting up, fucking my throat to the point that I can’t breathe. Stars fill my vision when he groans loudly and forces himself as far back as he can to make me swallow him as he drains himself down my throat. Jake lets go of me and so I move myself as far away from him as possible and cry harder. The world is hazy, so I don’t notice he’s gotten out until my door opens and I nearly fall out.

He grabs my arm and pulls me with him. There are people here and they all look fucking delighted as he drags me toward a small white building. When we get inside, there are people in black cloaks with solid white vendetta masks on.

“Strip her,” Jake says. I instantly drop to the ground and start screaming as I try to get away from the people surrounding me. They’re tearing my clothes off and only step back when I am naked and curled up in the fetal position on the cold tile floor. “Hook her up to the machine. When she passes out, shut it off. I’ll be back before she wakes.”

“Jake please,” I sit up and beg. “Please, stop. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please stop this.”

“Whatever I want?” Jake laughs. “What I want is for you to be a good little bitch and shut the fuck up for a change.”

“Would you like for us to gag her?” a man asks.

“No. Cut her for every word she speaks. Sounds are inevitable,” Jake says. “Keep them to her back.”

“Are we allowed free use of the whore?” another asks, almost eagerly.

“She is to receive her initiation first, and then the compound will have free use of her. You are free to enjoy yourself at her expense, though,” Jake says. “Get to it.”

One man grabs me as Jake walks out. “You son of a bitch,” I scream.

“Five,” someone says. “I’ll get the blade.”

“Please…” I start to say, but clamp my mouth shut.

“Six,” the man replies. I am taken over to a metal spanking bench and forced down onto it so that I am on my hands and knees with a narrow platform to support me. My legs are restrained in a way that allows them full access to assault me. My arms are secured tightly so that they’re wrapped around the metal platform. Someone pulls my head back and attaches a collar before running a chain from the collar to the bench. This puts me into a position where my head is pulled back. If I relax, it will choke me. My body already aches.

I scream when a blade digs into my back and by the time they get to the sixth cut, I am sobbing so hard that I can’t breathe. “Full power?” a man asks.

“Yes,” another man laughs. I scream again when unreasonably large dildos are forced into me, filling both my pussy and ass. They suddenly start pounding into me at in inhumane speed before something is clipped onto my clit. A painful orgasm rips through me when a jolt of electricity stabs through me as vibrations pick up. I can’t stop screaming as my body gives into the torture. My moans are laced with a blood-curdling scream every time they shock me.

I’m trying so hard to have faith in my destiny but it’s almost impossible to see past the pain. This can’t be what is meant for me. I have to hold on to my destiny and pray that I am saved from this agony. I won’t accept this as my fate. Lucian will find me. He will save me and help me heal.