38. Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Eight

W hen you're stuck in the dark, it allows too much time to think. The one thing that keeps repeating in my head is how I'm a damn idiot for not trusting my instincts. I knew something felt off, and yet I still went off alone.

The image of Dean's face when he realized he wouldn't reach me in time will haunt me. His eyes wide with fear as he yelled out for me. I saw him rush my direction before the world went black.

"Izzy. Izzy. Izzy. Such a bad girl," a deep, distorted voice says from behind me.

My spine stiffens. There has only ever been one person who called me Izzy. "Emmitt?"

"Took you long enough to figure out who sent all those love notes. I told you you belonged to me. And what did you do?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Emmitt grabs a fistful of my hair, and I scream when he uses it to tug me up from my spot on the floor. My scalp burns with how hard he's pulling. He turns my face, so I'm forced to look up at a masked man. I know it's Emmitt, though.

The mask covers his entire face, but it has neon x's for the eyes and a wide joker smile. It's creepy as fuck. His head tilts as his distorted voice comes from the mask. "You belong to me. Me! And you went off and whored yourself out to those men."

Before I can stop the words from falling out of my mouth I yell, "I'll NEVER belong to you."

His head tilts to the other side as he shoves me to the ground. "We'll see how long that lasts." He turns and begins to walk away.

I rush after him but screech when my momentum suddenly stops and pain flares in my leg. I look down at the blasted ankle cuff keeping me here. I'd forgotten about it in my haste to get out of this place. "Where the fuck am I?" I yell after him.

He continues to walk away as he lifts my phone. My eyes widen when he looks over his shoulder. "If you think I'd let them find you easily, you're mistaken, Izzy."

I watch him drop my phone and stomp on it, shattering it so it can't be tracked. I glare up at him, his grinning mask mocking me as the last source of light disappears behind the closed door. I let the tears I'd held back flow. A choked sob makes its way out as I settle on the makeshift bed. I'm too afraid to close my eyes because I want to know the moment the light returns. When he returns.

Eventually, I feel myself losing the fight with sleep but startle when the door slams open. That stupid mask grins at me before he raises a gun. I scream as he pulls the trigger. Pain sears my shoulder, and I look down to find what looks like a dart.

I reach up and pluck it out of my skin, hissing at the figure moving toward me. A surge of panic fills me when one figure turns into two before blurring together.

Dark laughter greets me as I try to fight off whatever he dosed me with. "I had to make sure you wouldn't fight me. I couldn't knock you out the same way."

My words are slurred. "F-uck y-y-you."

"Such a dirty mouth for a beautiful snowflake, Izzy." I feel his disgusting hands on me, but I can't do anything to fight him. My body grows numb, and unresponsive to the commands my brain issues.

He positions my body on the bed, then ties my arms out to each side before moving and doing the same to my legs. They are spread wide as he ties my ankles down. Tears stream down into my hair, and all I can do is stare at the ceiling wondering what I did to deserve this. What does he plan on doing to me?

The clothes I've been wearing for fuck knows how long are ripped from my body. I whimper as he exposes my bare skin. The only things that prevent me from being completely naked are my bra and underwear.

I can't do anything but watch as he hovers over me. He removes the mask to reveal the muddy-brown eyes I remember. A dark glint that was never there before brightens as he takes me in, my body on display. With a salacious grin, he pulls what looks like a marker from his back pocket.

He taps it against his lips as he looks over me. "I don't want to mark up this beautiful body permanently by carving my name into it. But..." He bites the lid off the pen before spiting it across the room. "I can certainly leave my mark with this. Blood isn't really my thing, but you will remember who you belong too."

I want to writhe and fight and scream against the feeling of his hands on my body without consent, but my body refuses to do what it's told. All I can do is lie here as silent tears continue to fall. Each letter he marks on my skin makes my stomach turn, and the only thing I want to do more than run away is vomit.

He finally gives me a reprieve from the torture of his company when he stabs me with another dose of whatever drug he gave me before. "I do enjoy your silence much more than your constant shouting and screeching."

I watch as he walks toward the door. He glances over his shoulder one last time with a smirk. "I do love seeing my name all over your body, Izzy." He reaches down to cup his dick through his jeans and groans, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Fuck. The thought of you screaming my name."

His hooded eyes meet mine, and he growls. "Fuck it." When he turns back to head in my direction, my body floods with panic.

Is he going to rape me? Oh my god. Please. Please, don't do this. I can't even scream because the drug coursing through my body leaves me paralyzed. He stops beside me, quickly unbuttoning his jeans, slipping them down just enough to pull out his rock-hard cock.

He grunts as he grips his cock, tightening his hold when as he begins to stroke himself. His eyes, filled with pleasure, leer over my body. Using his free hand, he reaches out to trace the letters of his name that now cover my body. His breathing becomes labored as his thumb traces over my bottom lip.

"I can just picture your plump lips wrapped around my cock." He grunts as his thumb circles the head of his dick, pre-cum leaking from the tip. "Fuck," he says breathily. He shoves his thumb into my mouth, and I wish I so badly that I could bite him. My body won't listen to a single command as I lie practically naked and helpless while he jerks himself off.

His closed eyes open just enough to look down at me while he pumps his thumb into my mouth with the same rhythm he strokes his cock. "Your wet fucking mouth wrapped around me. Sucking me down like a good girl. My fucking whore." His breathing grows labored and his movements erratic. Pumping his cock faster he leans over me, his eyes closed as pleasure overtakes him.

"Licking me like the best fucking lollipop you've ever had. Fuck!" he roars as he comes all over my abdomen, jerking himself until his head slumps.

The need to vomit is so overwhelming that I'm sure if I had any control over my body, I would have already vomited all over this man. When he opens his eyes, I know in this moment that he will never let me go. The look of pleasure and total control in his eyes tells me that I'll be strapped to this bed for the foreseeable future.

He smears his cum over my skin before backing away. "My Izzy. Forever."

My vision blurs as I watch him leave, silent sobs wracking my body as the door to my freedom closes behind him. Left in the dark with nothing but my tears and memories of the two men I wish I had told how much I loved them.

I'm not sure how long it's been since Emmitt brought me here, but I refuse to sleep more than a few moments. I jerk awake whenever I hear a creak in the floor or voices talking behind the door. I'm so fucking exhausted.

Emmitt forces me to drink broth so I get some nutrition. But he refuses to give me more than a few seconds before dosing me again and again, paralyzing me so I can't put up a fight. I doubt I'd be able to anyway, considering how weak I am. I haven't moved from this bed; I'm still tied in the same position.

I feel the drugs start to wear off, and I know he will be back soon to dose me again. I stare up at the ceiling as my mind drifts to the only two things keeping me sane.

Dean and Mac. I wonder how they are doing? How's Mac? I don't know how long I've been here, but I hope he has recovered after the concussion. Hopefully Dean isn't beating the shit out of anyone right now. His anger often gets the best of him. Who's taking care of my guys while I'm stuck here? Danni. I know Danni will be taking care of them.

A smirk briefly creases my face as I think of the fiery woman. I'm sure she's giving them hell, trying to keep their focus on the upcoming games.

I wiggle my toes, enjoying the small win I feel at being able to do something other than lie paralyzed in this disgusting bed. My brows furrow as I look at the door. He usually doesn't leave me alone long enough that I recover some feeling. My fingers come alive, the pins and needles feeling tingling my extremities. What's going on?

A loud thump sounds above, and I look up at the ceiling, not that I can see anything, considering I'm in a dark basement. I hear someone yell ‘clear' before there's a rush of thundering steps above me.

Is that... help? I open my mouth to yell, but nothing comes out from disuse. I hear someone yelling my name, my eyes widening when several different voices call my name. It's the boys! It's my boys!

My body comes alive with hope, and I begin to struggle against the ropes tying down my ankles and wrists. Steps thunder down the stairs, and I look at the door before it's kicked open.

I squint against the sudden light since I've been kept in the dark as two figures fill the doorway. I can barely make out guns and realize they're police officers. I force the word through my dry throat, "Help!"

My voice is raspy, but one of the officers hears it and asks, "Elizabeth Monroe?"

I whimper as I tug at my restraints. "Yes," I rasp back.

"Liz!" My name is yelled from the doorframe, and I look over to find Dean, Taz, and Vicy fighting to get through the door first.

Something inside me breaks, and I begin to thrash and screech, wanting desperately to be free. "Let me out! Let me go!" My throat burns from yelling so much, but I don't care.

I watch as Dean takes a hesitant step in my direction, but the officer beside him shakes his head. "You need to stay here, sir."

I have no idea how the guys convinced the officers to let them in the house, and I don't care. I just want out of this fucking place. I want to be free.

"She's hurting herself!" Taz yells at the officer.

The sound of a females voice makes me pause. When I look in her direction, I see she's slowly making her way toward me. I hiss at her and keep tugging at my restraints. She raises her hands in surrender as she says softly, "Hi, Miss Monroe. I'm here to help get you out of here, but I need you to stop fighting your restraints."

"I want them off," I grunt.

She nods. "I understand, but we need to take a few pictures and gather evidence first, okay?"

I bite my lip but still as I process her words. Pictures? I peer down at myself as best I can, and I'm disgusted when I get my first glimpse. Being kept in the dark meant I had no way to tell how bad I looked. My eyes sting with tears as I look back up at her. "I don't want them to see me like this."

She gives me a sad smile. "We are going to do everything we can to put this man in jail for a long time. After we take pictures, I'll cover you, alright?"

I nod as I look back up at the ceiling. "Hurry."

She shouts orders to a few people, and camera flashes fill the room as I'm subjected to pictures and them gathering evidence. One of the male officers moves in my direction, and I snap. I scream and tug at my restraints again. "Get away! Get away from me!"

He pauses before backing away. Through the fog of my panic, I hear a familiar voice. "Ice Princess. Lizzy, baby. Try to stay calm." His broken voice cuts through my panic. I turn in the direction I heard his voice and see Vicy holding him back. He pauses his fight to get to me when he sees me looking at him. He blinks, and I watch as a few tears stream down his cheeks. With a sad smile, he meets my gaze. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

I feel something cover me, and I go to look, but Dean's voice stops me. "Eyes on me, princess. Don't look away."

My eyes never stray, but exhaustion fills me as the adrenaline leaves my body. "Ghost?" My voice is brittle as his nickname slips over my dry lips.

A wet laugh escapes him as he nods. "Yeah, baby. It's me. I'm here."

I let his dark eyes be my escape while the officers do what they need. Never letting my gaze stray from his. He looks so tired. I can see dark circles under his eyes.

When I hear the female officer beside me, I startle. "Miss?"

I let my gaze move from Dean to look to her. "Yes?"

She stands and backs away. "We have everything we need. Your wrists and ankles will need to be looked at, but you are free."

Before I can make a single move, I'm wrapped in Dean's arms. I'm engulfed in his warm scent, and my body melts into his. I slowly wrap around him, and I feel my eyes burn. Relief fills me, as tears slip down my cheeks. I feel him shaking as his wet breath brushes across my neck.

"I was so fucking scared. I've never been so afraid in my life than when I saw you ripped away from me." His arms tighten around me as he huffs. "I fucking love you, Elizabeth."

With as much strength as I can, I tighten my grip on him and whisper, "I love you, too, Dean."

It's not long before I lose the battle to stay awake. I haven't slept much since being brought here and knowing I'm safe means my body needs rest. I was too afraid to sleep with Emmitt; I didn't know what he would have done if he found me asleep.

Dean must feel my body go limp, and he pulls away just enough to look at me. "Lizzy?"

My head lulls as I lose the fight completely. "So tired," I mumble.

I can hear his panic as he yells, "I need help!"

Words are yelled around me, but I can't make most of them out. I'm sorry, I'm making you worry. But... I'm so... tired. The last thing I feel before darkness consumes me is my body being lifted in the air.