Owned by Him (Editing)

Fractured Soul

Trigger Warning - Rape and Barbarity Included in this Chapter
Read at your own Discretion.

Throughout my unconsciousness there had been several intervals where I had opened my eyes but remained completely unable to register what was happening around me. 

When I did eventually come back to the land of the living, I found myself back in the basement, all restraints restored. 

This time though, this time I was completely naked and that was terrifying.

The cell was dimly lit and so at first I hadn’t seen Jase sitting opposite where I was lying. He didn’t say a word. 

I made a feeble attempt to sit myself upward, to brace myself for what was to come but the restraints didn’t allow it. Every inch of me ached. Every inch of me was riddled with guilt and grief. Enya had been murdered because of me. I had cost a fourteen year old girl her life. 

My mental state couldn’t bear it. I needed to sit up. I couldn’t just stay lying down. I needed to sit up. I couldn’t breathe. I needed to sit up. Panic flooded me and I couldn’t escape it. I needed to fucking sit up! 

I pulled against the chains around my wrists and ankles like a mad woman, I tried to wail away my intense melancholia but the gag reduced my cries to nothing more than pathetic mumbles. Jase said nothing still but he did stand from the chair and move over to near the cell door. He flicked the light on to full power, illuminating the whole cell. 

Jordan was leaning against the wall beside the door, his head facing downward, a burning cigarette hanging from his teeth. Two strands of his hair had broken free from their gelled cage and now dangled loosely over his eyes. 

His attire had not differed greatly from the party, only now his blazer was open, his bow tie hung untied around his collar and his shirt was unbuttoned to the middle of his torso. The sight of him almost made my heart cease beating. 

Taking another drag of the cigarette, Jordan turned his head slightly to the side and addressed Jase, Silas, Coleson and Rex, all of whom I had not noticed standing gingerly in the corner behind where my head was positioned. 

“Leave us.” He commanded bluntly. 

Jase, Silas and Rex had no issues following the order but Coleson did. 

“Jordan-” 

He tried to put up a defence for me and I was grateful but I knew there was no saving me. Jordan had cut Coleson off by pressing the barrel of his nickel plated handgun against his temple. Jordan took another drag and exhaled the smoke into Coleson’s pale face. 

“Leave or I will blow your fucking brains away.” He hissed. 

By how menacing and hollow Jordan’s tone was, Coleson knew better than to provoke him and so left without any further hesitation. 

I didn’t blame him. I wouldn’t have crossed Jordan then either. 

Jordan said nothing at first. He remained perched against the wall, staring at the floor. 

His mannerisms were seemingly calm and his anger collected. Had I not known him, I would have assumed he was fine, that there were going to be no repercussions. Unfortunately, I did know him and I knew him well. 

When he behaved as placid as this, whenever he was as impassive as he was being, I knew his full wrath was going to rear its ugly head very soon. 

He took his time to remove his blazer, roll up his sleeves and even to remove his shoes. It was unsettling and I could feel the charge of aggression in the air. He was entirely consumed by rage.