Chapter 43

43 TRUE INTENTIONS

ABBY

I wish I have Sebastian to hug me right now and tell me that everything will okay. I need to be strong and survive for my husband, dad, and my new friends. I remember the people I love when they’re not with me. I guess this is part of being human, you will realize how much they mean to you when you’re losing your chances to be with them.

How can I even get out of all of this? I’m handcuffed and tied to the chair? I never thought and doubted that the best friend I thought was a good person and would never harm me like this. I guess I can predict what comes next or read human behavior.

“You must be hungry and thirsty. I don’t have much.” He comes back carrying a takeout plastic bag. He places it on the empty chair. I can smell the french fries, and my stomach grumbles. He chuckles because he thinks it’s funny. All my love for him is all long gone. If I can only release my hand from these handcuffs, I will kill him myself and strangle him from behind.

He has a burger, french fries, a bottle of water, and a straw. “I’ll remove the tape from your mouth, Mackenzie. If you will try to shout, I will put it back and starve you to death, understand?” he warns me while pointing his finger at me, and I want to break that finger just let me free.

My breathing starts to heave, and I calm myself down. I nod.

He removes slowly the duct tape on my mouth.

I clear my throat. “Why are you doing this? I thought we’re best friends? You hit me, Drew. What happened to the Drew I knew for three years?”

He looks angry and grits his teeth.

Crap!

“You can talk, and I will not feed you. You choose. I will not answer any questions you ask either.” He stares at me that makes me shiver in terror.

I swallow. “I’ll eat.”

He picks up the bottled water, puts the straw, and places it on my mouth.

“Good choice.”

I sip it and drink more.

“Slowly,” he says as if he’s concerned. If he cares he won’t do this tome.

I hate him right now. I almost drink all the water. I must be very thirsty. When I’m done, he feeds me with french fries, then the burger. He lets me sip water when I’m done. I feel full, thank God.

“Can we talk?” I ask while he cleans up, putting all in the plastic bag.

“No. I said no talking.” He leaves me alone. After a minute, he comes back with duct tape on his hand.

I swallow the gnawing fear in my throat. “I promise, I won’t t talk or shout or make noise or ask, ple—?”

He tapes my mouth again. I shook my head, but he’s strong and he succeeds. My tears fall from my eyes. I shake my head and try to move from my chair, but it’s so hopeless. I look up at him and plead, and he just sits in there, feeling almighty.

He takes a measured stare before he speaks. “I cared for you like I never cared for anyone in my life. I scared all men and women who got closer to you. I treated you like a princess. I never touched you. I did everything for you like I’m your slave. I cooked, fed you on my bare hands. I washed, I cleaned, and I watched over you. And I did everything for nothing? In just one look to that motherfucker, you blew everything away. You become a slut! You let him fuck you! You let him touched you. You let him kiss you. The body that I longed to touch for three years, he touched! He kissed, he fucked, and he took you away from me, Mackenzie! He fucking took you away from me! You are mine, Mackenzie!” His sterned expression never faltered. Frustration, anger, rage, and avenge are brewing in his eyes, and I can’t look at him anymore. I fear him and despise him at the same time.

“You’re fucking mine!” I startle at his raging voice, and I have to look at him again. “the only thing I nurtured for three years, he just took it away from me. He took what’s mine. You’re a slut, Mackenzie! You let him touched you. You let him fucked you in our kitchen, where I should be the one fucking you there.”

My eyes widen in shock. How did he know? Was he there watching us? I shiver at that thought. “He fucked you in your room, where I should be the one fucking you there. That body I use to see in your room, in your bathroom is mine, but you just spread your fucking legs open and gave it to him freely!”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. He’s been watching me. He was watching me and Sebastian. I sob and struggle to release my hand from the handcuffs, but it doesn’t work. My skin is burning and I can feel my raw flesh against the cuffs. I’m still finding hard wrapping my head around all of these.

“I still remember a place like this, Mack. You’re only seventeen.” He rose from his chair and walks to the door.

“Everything is still fresh in my mind. It was just like yesterday. You are wearing a red dress, only the dress yesterday is sluttier than the red dress you wore before when I saw you at the party. I was only twenty-four at that time, and you’re still innocent. I’ve been following you from school to your home, when you went shopping with your friend, Rebecca. My blood boils when I saw you talking to that loser Hamilton.” He pauses.

Oh, my god. The air stuck in my lungs as I stare at him in horror. No, no. He’s making this up. This is not true. I can still remember the strong thuds of footsteps when he came to me. He’s not that man.

“I’m thankful when he left you alone. That’s the time I took you away and brought you to this place. I took off your dress and burned it. I saw you naked. You’re so beautiful, your tits and you’re pussy are untouched. I jerked in front of you while you’re passed out.”

Oh, god. I feel sick. I can’t hear it anymore. I keep crying, but nothing is going to change the past. I wasted three years with him when I thought I was in the safest place, and I’d been with the psychopath who took me and tortured me to death.

“I beat you and hit you until your body can no longer survive. It feels so good. I know I can’t have you that’s why I have to do something so that nobody would you when you’re broken.” He stares at me closely.

“I’m selfish, Mackenzie, I can’t let you have them. I can’t let them touch you like what your motherfucker of a husband did. I will fucking kill him. He is a manwhore. He can have every fucking pussy he can, but I won’t allow him to fucking touch you again. Never! I didn’t fucking touch you before Mackenzie because I want you to love me, not the way you love me. I want you to love me, but you never did/ I lost my patience when you fuck Hughes, you bitch!”

He slaps me hard, my vision blurs. I can taste the blood in my mouth. His torture doesn’t end there—he grabs my hair, moving his face closer to me. “I will fuck you better than how he fucked you, Mackenzie.”

My tears never run dry. I sob so hard and shake my head. I look at him in the eye and plead for him not to do what he’s doing, but he doesn’t care anymore.

“When I see your motherfucker of a husband, I will let him watch while I fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your ass.” He releases his hand on my hair stronger, making the chair and me stumble to the floor.