Chapter 69

Marabella’s POV

Class was simple today. No bumps in the road. I just finished up for the day. “Rex, I need to use the restroom. Just give me a minute please”, I said, walking towards the women’s restroom. He gave me a curt nod, “Yes ma’am”, he said. I shook my head, as I walked into the bathroom. That guy really needs to stop being afraid to call me ‘Mara’. I quickly did my business and went to wash my hands.

I felt a solid object strike the back of my head, right before everything went dark.

When I awoke, I was in a cold, wood-paneled room. My head was throbbing and my vision was blurry. I could feel that I was sitting up in a chair. I tried to move my arms and legs but was unable to. My arms were tied behind my back and my legs tied to the legs of the chair.

I groaned and blinked my eyes to try and clear the haze in my vision. Where the fuck am I? My heart rate accelerated but I tried to remain calm and focused. I heard a female voice from the corner of the room. “You’re finally awake”, the voice was masked, but definitely female. And it also sounds very familiar to me. Why?

“Who are you? What do you want?”, I asked groggily. “That’s simple really. I want you out of my way”, she said. My brain was fogged with confusion. “How am I in your way?”, I asked. “You know that your husband is a very powerful man”, she stated, like I didn’t fucking know. What the fuck?

“Oh, really? I had no fucking idea. But if you did, why did you take me?”, I asked, getting irritated and frustratingly uncomfortable. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on * .net. Visit to read the complete chapters for free. The door to the room opened, drawing my attention away from the shadow in the corner. A large man about 6’0″ walked in. His eyes immediately landed on me. A sinister smile crossed his lips, making my heart plummet. No, this isn’t happening.

“Well, a man as powerful as your husband can’t have an unpure wife”, she sneered. Why does her voice sound so familiar? “He will kill you”, I said, twisting my hands in different directions to loosen the knots in the rope. “We will see about that”, she chipped. The man stepped in front of me to block my view as the woman left.

“However much she is paying you, my husband will double it for my safe return”, I said, trying to buy myself more time. “I’m not just doing this for the money”, the man chuckled darkly. I felt the ropes loosen slightly. “Then, why are you doing this?”, I asked, keeping my voice steady. “I loathe your husband. Stripping his little wife of her purity will be a fun little treat for me”, he hissed, bending down to be eye level with me. He reached out and grabbed one of my breasts. Disgust filled me, making my stomach twist with nausea. I was repulsed by his touch. I could feel his ill intentions.

“Wait, what did my husband do to you?”, I squeaked, trying to get him to back off. “Don’t I at least get to know that before you defile me?”, I snapped. The man laughed, sending chills down my spine. “His men killed my brother, over some bitch in the street”, he grimaced.

“He was with a friend of his and they had a bit too much to drink. They stumbled upon this little brunnette, and had made a pass at her. It had apparently upset your husband, ending up with both of them dead”, he sneered hatefully. My heart plummeted into my ass. That scenario hits a little too close to home for comfort. “You were that little brunnette bitch”, he whispered in my ear, confirming my fear.

I felt the rope giveaway, so I threw what I could behind, head butting him in the face. His head flew back and he reached up to grab his nose. “Argh, what the fuck, you bitch”, his muffled voice filtered through his hands. I took the opportunity to throw a jab at his adam’s apple. I’m weak from my head injury, so the punch wasn’t as powerful as I had hoped, but it had its desired effects.

The man grabbed his neck, gasping for air. I quickly leaned forward and started untying my ankles. As soon as I got one of the knots undone, I was tackled to the ground, chair and all. The man’s heavy body made the chair snap apart. A piece of it sliced the side of my leg and another piece of it sliced my back. I could feel the splinters from the chair all over my back and arms.

I groaned, holding in the yelp that I wanted to release. The man sat up and punched me hard in the face, discombulating me, as he tore at my shirt. As soon as the cold air touched my exposed skin, I got a second wind and kneed him between the legs. He groaned as he rolled over on his side.

When the pressure of his body left mine, it was as if the wind was knocked out of me. I rolled over onto my knees as I coughed and gasped for air. “You fucking bitch”, he hissed, kicking me in the side, after he stood up. I flipped over on my back hissing from the pain.

The man sat on my hips and grabbed my throat. “I’ll just kill you, then fuck your dead body, bitch”, he seethed.