Chapter 9
1018 Words
Blaise Taylor
My face was coated with a thick layer of blood- both dried and wet. Bruising and swelling littered my body as cold sweat dripped down it.
My strength was slowly leaving me. I let my head hang down, as my body felt drained of its colour but my spirit remained unbroken.
I had not spoken. I only opened my mouth to clench down on my bottom lip, in order to avoid the screams, that were hellbent on coming out, escaping my mouth.
I had been stabbed numerous times but in superficial places, a professional choice by Aidan to avoid me bleeding out before he had gotten his answers.
Despite the mind-numbing pain, every time I'd been conscious, I was meticulously rubbing the ropes around my arms and legs against the chair, the fiction was gradually causing the ropes to split. I knew I was slowly getting out.
As if experiencing another awakening, I felt the cold and brutal surface of Aidan's fist across the side of my jaw while his other hand was tangled in my blood-soaked hair, to hold my head upwards.
Aidan's face was twisted in pure rage, he was frustrated by the fact I remained unbroken. He knew I was not going to give him any information but he needed to know who I was and he wanted to know why I was here.
The tired silence was interrupted by the over-exaggerated whine that escaped Aidan's mouth. The sound was equally childish and intimidating. He was a spoilt child, not used to not getting his way.
He finally let go of my hair, allowing my head drop down as he stepped away. I heard the light trickle water that I would have killed to have and looked up to see Aidan using a bottle of water to wash his hands of my blood and sweat. The act represented his disgust towards me.
Without a second glance towards me, he began conversing in a casual conversation with Luca.
Luca started to suddenly speak in English, in an attempt to scare me, "Just kill her, you aren't going to break her."
Aidan looked at me, his eyes met my eyes. His face showed no emotion despite him smiling straight at me. There were no traces of guilt, despite having spent hours, digging knifes and his fists into my skin.
He pissed me off, everything he did, he did with a sense of narcissism. Pissing me off was probably one of his intentions, alongside not having a sense of humanity or morality to be able to care about my wellbeing.
Instead of the many responses to his smile that I could have opted for, I smiled back.
My arrogance then overpowering my rational mind, and causing me to speak. Every part of me knew that I shouldn't have spoken but this moment was too perfect not to fill with my words,
"черт возьми, просто убей меня уже. Киска!" I spoke in Russian, I knew my accent wasn't perfect, as Russian was the only accent that I could not master, but the fact you could easily see though my accent make the taunting better as, it made it obvious that I definitely was not from Russia.
{f*****g hell, just kill me already. p***y!}
I relished in the fact that in that moment, he hated me almost as much as I hated him. Not to mention, our interactions were a great distraction for both men from my slow escape out of my restraints.
Clearly having struck a nerve, Aidan casually walked towards me, his posture and stride screaming danger. He grabbed my chin to allow him to angle my face to him,
"You aren't Russian but you can speak the language and you are able to speak perfect English as you showed earlier, when I assume you were just meant to kill me." He took a deep breath as to pause for dramatic effect, in this small monologue he was creating.
"You've hypnotised me, brutta!"
{Ugly}
Luca laughed.
"Giving her pet names already?" Luca teased.
My pride once again took control of me, inhibiting a rational brain and encouraging me to speak,
"Sono il brutto? ti sei visto, pezzo di merda?"
{I'm the ugly one? Have you seen yourself, you piece of s**t?}
I almost regretted speaking, until I was able to see the expression that fell over Luca's face, when he realised, I could speak Italian. However, confirming my earlier notion, Aidan remained unsurprised. He had already figured out I could speak Italian and proved he had intelligence of some kind.
In spite of that, his first sign of intelligence would quickly be about to get cancelled out, as I could feel the final strands of rope reaching the point of breaking and my actions were still going unnoticed by both men.
Luca laughed, but as all his laughs did, it didn't reach his eyes. Once his chuckling ceased, he addressed the room in an open statement,
"I think I'm in love!"
My face twitched in disgust as I imagined myself killing him for his free use of humour in a situation that was a nightmare for me.
Aidan hit Luca lightly on the chest, the action was friendly but there was an undertone of Alpha male aggression.
With that, Aidan turns back to me, his eyes boring holes through me and into my soul,
"Listen princess, it's clear we're getting nowhere with torture, you were clearly trained well. However instead of killing you and wasting your pretty face, you'll come work in our whorehouse or perhaps you will please me personally." His tone was cocky yet his eyes presented an animalistic anger.
I easily ignored his words while ensuring I maintain eye contact, this was in order to make my next move, much more entertaining. The snap of the rope pulsated through the room and my arms were suddenly free.
Aidan realised, but he realised too late.
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