Dressed To Kill

Chapter 54- Hopeless

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TW: talking about rape and explicit threats! Please be careful while reading and if it's too much take a break.

Amara Calvetti

My eyes snap open.

He is back.

"How are you, malyshka?" He asks, a smile on his face as he steps closer.

"Fuck you, you sick bastard," I yell at him, a tear rolling down my face.

I hate you.

I fucking hate you.

He just rolls his eyes.

"Don't cry princess, I am not gonna hurt you. Not now at least. I just want to go on a walk with you." He says as he crouches down before me.

He smiles at me like a fucking saint as if he would be my friend, not the man who tortured me the last days and forcefully ripped my underwear off.

Like he wouldn't have let me lay on this floor, chained to the wall, beaten up, barely covered by anything anymore.

I frown at him.

Is this a fucking joke?

How the fuck should I walk.

I am bleeding...I am weak... my body is slowly giving up.

„I guess we are gonna test how much you want to live. You are gonna walk or you gonna die." He says as if he was reading my mind.

He walks closer to me and I look at him with disgust as he removes my chains.

He forcefully grabs my arm and pulls me up, a groan escaping my lips.

I glare daggers into his face as he smirks at me.

I try to keep my balance as he shoves me towards the door.

My body is so close to giving up.

I have been injured so many fucking times.

I have been shot.

Stabbed.

I have endured torture and waterboarding.

But I never felt so weak.

And I am not even that bad insured.

I have two stab wounds but the rest are only cuts and bruises.

It could be a lot worse.

I have been a lot worse but still, I have never felt so close to death.

But I won't give up...

I am sure it's been weeks maybe even months?

I have no idea... it feels like years.

But I won't give up. I will get out of here.

I want to see Vivian and Felicia.

I want to make jokes with Mateo and Darius.

I want to tell Christiano stories about his parents.

I want to make love to my husband.