Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17.

I woke to a quiet environment. My eyes fluttered opened and memories assailed me.

I whimpered as I got up from the very confortable bed. I looked around and saw no one. My memory was hazy but I remember Zero and Morris saving me.

Where are they?

Bile rose in my throat when I remembered the things Valerie did to me. I half expected tears to burn my eyes but it didn't, maybe because I've cried too much already.

Thank God I'm safe. Thank you God for saving me, I cried gratefully in my heart.

I heard shuffle noises at another part of the house and I wondered where I can. I got up from the bed and stared down at myself.

I'VE CHANGED CLOTHES!!

Granted my other clothes were half torn, but still this new clothes..... Who put it on me?

"Oh God!" I gasped out still staring at myself.

"Quit giving yourself a hard time." Came the deep familiar voice of Zero.

My head snapped up and I stared at him. I didn't hear his footsteps, so I was surprised. I noticed for the first time that he looks.....tired.

"S-Someone changed my clothes." I whispered horrified, my cheeks heating up.

"I did." He shrugged one shoulder and I noticed the bandage on his shoulder. The bandage looks newly wrapped but there's blood at one particular point of it.

"You got hurt!" I gasped out, walking closer to him, my eyes fixed on the bandage.

"It'll heal."

"It must hurt a lot."

"It's like a fucking toy compared to my past wounds." He stated flatly.

What kind of man is this? Is this the kind of life he has lived all his life?

My eyes shifted and I noticed another thing that made me flush to the root of my hair. He is naked! Naked from the waist up!

My eyes took in a handful of him. "Wooah..." I didn't even notice I breathed the words out as I stared at his upper body.

He was covered in tattoos. Not much of it but very enough. Some are symbols. Some are names. One looks like a cross. One looks like a gun.

I've only seen a body like his in a magazine before.

I swallowed hard. Then, my eyes found his and I almost groaned in embarrassment when I saw the condescending look that shows he knows I was watching him.

"Like what you see?" He drawled.

I clamped my mouth shut, unable to say a word. I forced my eyes to stay on his face.

"Your face will fry at the rate it heats up." He groaned, that very dark look I've come to see a lot on his face was back again.

The look was almost.....predatory.

I wanted to ask where his friend is, but the words caught on my throat as his eyes ran slowly all over my body like a caress.

He walked so close to me that for a second, I wondered if he was going to kiss me again with the way his eyes were pinned at my lips

But abruptly, he turned and started walking away. "Get more rest and I'll be back."

I watched him as he walked away, my eyes followed him until he disappeared from sight.

ZERO

Hours later, I walked around the big house, checking the doors, roofs and windows. Have to make sure the house is relatively protected and at the same time, map out escape routes in case of emergencies.

I adjusted my fucking pants, my cock so damn hard it's almost painful.

Damn bastard has been that way for hours since I changed Lani's torn clothes and dressed her with a cloth I found in the closet.

And although, I didn't see much or linger in the parts of her I exposed to my eyes because I was loosing so much blood from my damn wounds at that time, I was dizzy.

Still I pushed that asshole Morris out of the room and changed her goddamn clothes herself. The sight of her had affected me so much I want her to the point of madness.

And I will have her tonight, I decided then.

No more freaking delays because any more of that shit will be the fucking death of me. Just the thought that that fucking bastard almost took her from me tonight still has the beasts inside of me in uproar.

Mine. I will make her mine tonight. In my own bed.

I was relieved when I got her to tell me all about her captivity. She wasn't raped, although that asshole Valerie touched her intimately and banged her up a bit.

I wished that bastard Valeria was still alive. Just so I can kill him again in a more torturous way.

I calmed myself with the fact that Felaray is still alive. The life of that shitbag is mine to take.

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In the late evening, Lani made dinner. We ate in silence. I spent most of the dinner watching her eat.

Afterwards, it's time to change my damn bandage. I walked to the bedroom and brought out the fucking first aid box in the drawer and glared at the shitty thing.

Then, I unwrapped the soiled bandage around my shoulder and cleaned the goddamn freaking wound up.

I proceeded to put on a fresh bandage with my fucking arm with one hand. Bitch has always been a damn chore to do, but I always manage to do shits like that.

"Let me h-help you." Came Lani's voice from the doorway.

My eyebrows shot up as I glanced at her. Most bitches....ironically especially damn whores always pukes at the sight of big blood and ghastly wounds.

The look on Lani's beautiful face says she wants to be any other fucking place apart from here with me, but the small jut of chin up shows she's also stubbornly ready to stay put.

"Damn blood turns your stomach." I growled flatly.

She nodded admittedly but walked further into the room.

It didn't get past my notice that it's the first time she's walking closer to me instead of away from me.

"I-I can help you put on the bandage. It's the least I can do after you got hurt saving me." She whispered in that sweet beautiful voice of hers.

I watched her silently as she came and sat beside me. I saw the way she was trying her damn best to keep her innocent eyes away from my naked fucking chest.

The way she stared at me so fascinatingly with burning cheeks before almost gave me the ridiculous thought that I'm the first goddamn motherfucking naked male chest she ever saw her whole life.

In another woman, such thoughts would he fucking ridiculous, but not her.

That innocence that radiants from her makes the thought not so surprising.

As she leaned closer into my fucking personal space and wrapped the damned bandage around my shoulder in trembling hands, I adjusted myself in my goddamn pants.

Wouldn't do for the woman to find out I'm spotting the giant of all fucking boners. Fucking shit.

I set my new mission firmly in my dark mind.

I'm going to fuck her tonight in every possible way I've been longing to do so. That way, I'll work her out of my damn system.

Then, I'll eliminate every threats in her life as the days goes by—in between being balls deep inside her hot pussy, of course—setting her life back to normal again and without threats.

Then, I move on.

Simple. And so damn easy.