His Woman (18+)

Chapter VII

THE TORTURE

You're not a doormat, honey. Don't let anyone treat you like you are.

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Trigger Warning: graphic description of violence

CHAPTER VII

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“DANIEL WANTS YOU to be present,” Pablo said, looking at me with concern as I sat up in the bed.

“Why?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I rubbed my neck a bit, feeling a strain in to as I tilted it too far left or right like when you sleep wrong on a pillow.

Pablo's eyes flickered down to my hand around my neck before finally meeting mine again. “He wants to teach Vincent a lesson.”

“I don't see what help I'll be,” I said, getting out of the bed and walking towards the door. “Well,” I turned back to him with a raised eyebrow, “come on then, show me the way.”

He turned around, not saying a word to me and walked out of the door.

“I can't go out like this,” I muttered, looking down at the long t-shirt I was wearing with a random pair of short shorts. The shirt, I was almost sure belonged to Pablo because it smelt just like him.

Pablo didn't crack a joke or anything. He just turned to me with blank eyes and said, “Nobody will care. And if someone does, nobody gives a shit about what they have to say.”

I frowned and turned to him. “Pablo, wait. Look. I know you're worried about me, but I'm fine. Okay? Look, I'm right here. I'm alive,” I told him, taking his hand in mine and placing it on my face to show him that I wasn't a ghost.

“I know, I know. It's just... we almost lost you. We couldn't find you. And if you weren't smart enough to realise that we tracked you, who knows what would've happened.”

“You would've still followed the tracker and you would've found me. I would've been fine.”

“But you won't be fine after what's going to happen tonight.”

“What?”

“Just follow me.”

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After following Pablo through the halls and down some dark basement steps, we rounded a corner and stopped in front of a dark, oak door.

If it wasn't for Pablo, I wouldn't have been able to find the door because it was expertly hidden. I probably wouldn't have been able to access it either since there were so many passwords and codes that had to be entered.

Finally, he pushed the door open, gently pushing me into the room before coming in after. The sight that waited for me behind the door made me pause in my tracks.

In the middle of the basement was Vincent, tied to a chair, all bloodied and bruised with a bloody Daniel standing next to him. Although, for the fact that Daniel was throwing punches at him, I could tell that the blood didn't belong to him.

There were guards positioned at every corner of the room, and at one side sat Guillermo, scrolling through his phone as if he really couldn't have been assed to be there.

Daniel suddenly turned to me, a smile on his face as he took in my expression. “Oh, look who just walked in?” he said, stepping out of the way so Vincent could open his swollen eyes and look at me.