Married To Mr. Serial Killer{#thewattys2018}(BWWM)(Story #1 Completed)

★Burned

A/N: I apologize for any mistakes, but anyways enjoy.
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I sat up with a major headache. Sleeping on a metallic floor for two days was really taking a toll on my body. I ached everywhere. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. Tears involuntarily rolled down my cheeks as I cried silently.

I knew from the very beginning this relationship could destroy me. Still I fell madly in love with a man who possessed a world of issues.  He once asked me to take a risk on him and I did. Now look where it got me, chained to a wall inside a bomb shelter with a man determined to kill me because he wanted his own brother “to know his pain”. I sobbed.

The door opened and I turned my face away from him so he wouldn't see my tears. I quickly dried them. In his hand was my only meal a day. It wasn't enough, but I wasn't complaining. At least he was feeding me. He approached me and kneeled so we were at eyelevel. Those empty eyes bore into mine. I swallowed hard and whispered, “I need to piss.”

Trent stared into my eyes for the longest moment and then he nodded. He pulled out a key and freed my wrist from the shackle and stood me up none too gently. As soon as I was on my feet I kneed him so hard between the legs he grunted in pain and fell to the ground clutching himself. I made a dash for the door until I felt a sharp sting in my right leg. I screamed in agony from the pain as I fell. I gazed down at my leg noticing blood. Trent was now standing over me, a blade in hand.

“I pierced an artery,” he informed me. My hand instantly shot to my leg. I winced in pain as I placed pressure upon the wound. “Of course I could allow you to bleed out, but that would be no fun if he’s not here to witness it.” Faster than I could blink he picked me up by my throat, cutting off my wind pipe. He brought me to eyelevel with him. His cold stare sent a shiver up my spine. He didn’t even blink, not once.  “Or I could snap your little neck, so easily. Never do that again. Am I understood?” I felt the blood trickle down my leg. I nodded to the best of my ability. He released me and I fell to the floor. Then Trent pulled out a needle (I didn’t know he had) and stuck me in the leg.

“No, plea-

Sleep claimed me.... 

I opened my eyes to find my hands and feet tied. Beneath me was plastic. Trent stood a few inches away wearing thick gloves and goggles. I noticed my right leg was bandaged. “Do you know what real pain feels like?” he asked me. I thought of my parent's death. Yes, I did know what real pain feels like, but I wasn't about to share that with him. It was too intimate. Instead I say nothing. He gave a chilly smile.

As if he could read minds he says, “I’m not talking about emotional pain, Mona. I’m talking about the physical.” He stalks up to a table that held tools. I arch my neck out of curiousity to get a better look. I screamed with horror. Trent picked up a torch blower and turned it on. “Since you caused me pain. I'm gonna cause you pain. What's that saying... Oh yea, an eye for an eye, right.”

“Please, Trent don’t do this,” I pleaded. “Please, I’m pregnant!” he ignored me. “Oh God,” I cried as he approached me with the torch blower. He ripped the bandage off my leg. He was going to burn my wound!

He stopped a few inches away from the wound. “Scream, Mona. Scream as loud as you want to.” In the next instant we both heard a noise and Trent's eyes grew bright with that certain excitement I found sickening.

“Your guardian demon is here to save you.”