Broken By A CEO

Chapter 7

Rose POV

"Mr Brooke" I muttered as I looked into his sharp grey eyes as he stared at me in anger. Why was he angry with me?

Oh..... I remember now. Haha lol.

Once again I tried to open the car door but once again realised that it was actually locked. The car then started moving.

"You know it's got child locks on it right. Only can be opened from the outside for safety purposes." I nodded and then sat looking at my lap where my fingers fiddled around. I didn't ask where we was going since there was no point, he even questioned why himself.

"Aren't you going to ask where we are going?" He questioned curiously with one of his eyebrows raised. I was so confused by him all the time. He has a multiple personality disorder or something like that.

"Nope, I've read a lot of kidnapping books and I know that there is just no point in asking where we are going since you won't tell me anyway. Kidnappers don't tend to provide the information of the location so what's the point." I commented and he looked disappointed at something. I didn't know what was going on, should I?

"Why do you think this is a kidnapping?" He asked still confused by my comment earlier. Why is he interrogating me? What have I done?

"Believe me when I say having a gun to your back forcing you into a car against your free will is kidnapping." That earned me a slap on the face from mr Brooke. I raised my hands to my face it was so sore. Why the hell did he slap me? He's a vile man.

"You have no right to talk to me like that. In fact you've been so outright rude since we met and the worse of it is that you lied to me. I want staff that are honest and polite which you are the complete opposite of. I've never had to deal with such disrespect in my life."

He mentioned my personality but what about his. This world is not made of perfection. So why does he think kidnapping me will help. I have no idea.

"Oh really and your just perfect. Wow what great differences we have. Oh by the way I no longer work for you. I quit and I have already handed my resignation so you won't have to be bothered by me anymore. You billionaires are all the same. Arrogant and rude. There are millions of homeless people begging for jobs and all you care about is building your stupid empire. Have you never considered helping those in need. Give them at least something to help them. No, you love spending your money on finding ways of bringing in more income. Everyone below you is meant to be your disciples that worship and pray you. They don't deserve this treatment and if they wanted to leave they wouldn't because you'd ensure you make their lives hell for resigning. So I would think before you say anything about my rudeness. Oh wait my rudeness is only to people who think they are better than everyone else." I crossed my arms over my chest. He deserved it but I can tell my the flaring of his nostrils that he was fuming.

I did it to make him think. To stand up for what many people thought about him in society. The only people who didn't care was his future one night stands or fan club.

"Stop the car, Craig" he said clenching his teeth and Craig the driver parked on a lay by. It was in the middle of nowhere. There was no cars around so he could easily murder me. His car door opened and he grabbed my wrist pulling me harshly out of the car.

"Ouch!! Your hurting me." I stated and he rolled his eyes and continued to walk towards a pathway. He was going to kill me that's for sure. My shoulder was dying and I don't think it will heal anytime soon.

Panic rose again for the second time. My knees trembling as he practically dragged me further into the wooded area. My hand felt numb as if all the blood was cut off from where mr Brooke was holding my wrist so tight. I felt slightly faint but I wasn't going to faint now. What's gonna happen to me?

There was not much grass but more of trees and bushes. There was a lot of stones and twigs on the floor but I'm glad I wore my boots since if I wore my dolly shoes then it would be so much more uncomfortable.

Out of nowhere he threw me past him and onto the floor. My hands landed on the rocks and legs on the twigs. There was now quite a few cuts and bruises. I was bleeding on my hands and legs. I ignored the pain for now and focused on what mr Brooke was doing. He grabbed something out of his bag and held it in his hands. It was rope.

He's a sadist????!!!

"You know I'd really didn't want to use this but your comments are disrespectful and unappreciative. This is your punishment." He snarls and raises his arm holding the rope.

"I am gonna tie you up and I've got this masking tape to completely shut you up. It's rude to disrespect people and definitely your superiors. Especially people who employ over two thousand million people and get paid reasonable amount. Of course I may do things harshly but I do them with reason. Remember I do everything with a strong purpose. If I'm unsure then I don't do it." Then he must be sure as to tie me up but the only thing is, is that I also have breathing issues.

Breathing through my nose is difficult. It's a condition I've had since I was a baby. It's a minor version of Atrial Fibrillation. For now it's not severe since I'm use to it but there has been rare times when i have to go through medication steps. I can't go through the medication again and I won't. It was scary the last time since I had about five needles in my body at a time and each doctor checked my pulse three times a day to make sure I was alive. It was only because I held my breath because me and my friend had a holding breath competition. Stupid really.

This condition hasn't affected me in my day to day life but the doctor says to come back every six months to check it out.

I wasn't ready on medication again so I backed away using my hands to glide me across the floor. I had to use the one arm that wasn't injured. He came close but I backed up even more. I didn't want this, another fear struck in the short amount of time since I met mr Brooke. I continued to scrape my hands and legs against the twigs and rocks, cutting me even more.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" I shouted but he just kept getting closer and then stopped right there. I continued to back off.

I hissed in pain as more cuts began to bleed out. Honestly, he scares me a lot and I don't want him to be near me anymore. So I continued to drag myself in tears across the floor.

"STOP!!!!" He ran forward but it was too late. My hand fell on a rock that fell backwards and down a huge slope. I fell with it. I rolled down the ditch hitting my hip against rocks and twigs. My body swimming in agony and killing me.

It felt like slow motion rolling down that hill in agony. The agony is prolonged and tormenting.

He didn't bother coming to come and help instead stayed at the top looking down. Maybe his intention was to kill me after all. Once I was at the bottom I swear I was bleeding everywhere and I felt dizzy.

"Don't you dare sleep. I'm not done with you yet." I nodded and looked up at him as he hovered over me. Wow no help what a surprise. He is such a selfless man. He case for everyone. Note the sarcasm. How did he get down here?

"Now get up and let's head back to the car. If you don't I'm not afraid to liquidate your parents company. I am actually their main deal. If I no longer deal with them then they will go bankrupt and fold. I'm sure you don't want that so get in the car." He said not bothering to help me up. He just slowly walked onwards and up the hill.

How dare he threaten me by using my parents company against me. He knows how to play rough and it hurts a lot. If I don't do this then my parents would go jobless and homeless. I can't let that happen so I have to appease him.

I get my hands on the floor to push myself up and struggle since the cuts were everywhere. The sharp pain mainly on my back, on the skin above my spinal chord. That's what hurts the most. I then got on my feet and wobbled my way to a standing position. My shoulder was hurting less than most of the cuts. It was horrid and the fact I couldn't feel the hand he gripped hard earlier made things so much worse.

In fact he didn't even help at all. He walked slowly with his phone in his hand and looked like he was dialling a number. Then he pressed the phone against his ear.

"Dan, I need you to bring the doctor to the location which I'll text you, yes that one. Okay bye." Then he pressed end on the call and quickly texted before grabbing the hand I could still feel and pulling me to the car.

He didn't even look behind at me. I was limping the whole way and the bleeding didn't help either. It was running down my body and lacking blood made me feel light headed. If I fainted he might liquidate my parents company which I couldn't let happen. So I stayed awake.

He shoved me in the car and then joined the party. He looked like he had had his relief and that angered me. He punished me and used me as a stress toy. How horrible?

He didn't care if I was hurt nor did he try to stop the bleeding which continued to stain the seats of his car. Was he a sadist, a dominant? I didn't want to be involved but I knew that he would threaten me through the liquidation of my parents company so I had to obey.

I am in so much pain and agony. My hands were on fire where there was still some twigs caught in the cut and splintered. My legs felt they were going to lock and my back was hell. Leaning against the seat made things so painful since they were fresh wounds. My body was limp and barely able to hope up. He was so violent and aggressive. I wanted out but I had no option.

Now that i was in his car i knew that i could sleep and hopefully wake up before we arrive. My eyes needed rest after all. The blood loss was still going and I felt weak. Of course I heard that this happens a lot so I'm going to sleep and hopefully wake up better.

...

I woke up and realised I wasn't in the car anymore but more of a medical room where I was tied to the bed. I hadn't opened my eyes yet till I felt a sting on my arm. I winced and I tried to pry my arm away then remembered that I was stuck. He didn't take any risks did he.

I opened my eyes and saw a man pouring liquid over the cuts. It burned so much and I clenched my teeth and squirmed to prevent the pain. It was worse than before.

I swear I will kill him when I can. He has no right to treat women like this. He should help people and check if they are okay like any sane person would. No, instead he let me fall to my almost death and forced me to limp back to the car. i***t.

I shook my head and breathing hard which the person next to me who was pouring the burning liquid noticed. He went over to his suitcase and brought out a stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat. He placed it just above my breast on the left side. When he realised I wasn't having a seizure but the condition he quickly pressed an oxygen mask over my face and injected medication.

My breathing evened out slowly but was still very shallow and loud. The doctor then went back to the cuts and applied a gauze to them after applying an ointment of some sorts. I noticed that he did the most painful ones already like my leg and back. He then wrapped my arm and wrist in a bandage. My shoulder had a new bandage wrapped around it. After shaking his head in disappointment. I guess he didn't like this much either.

Try being in my position mate. I'm the one in agony, strapped to a table. Pain relief would be good right about now but he wouldn't let me off that easily.

He was vile, cruel and most of all a beast. He didn't care that he has damaged my body, he didn't care when he threw that threat at me harshly and he didn't even care when he kidnapped me. What kind of man is like that?

Oh I know a complete and utter i***t.