Owned By My Step Brother

CHAPTER 13 - In the devil's debt

Alice's Point Of View

Everything else was a blur. I couldn't get over the betrayal I had just experienced, but at the same time, I wondered why I expected so much.

“Take her away,” one of the nurses cheered as the police car drove off.

“Can I at least see a lawyer?” I asked quietly, as the officer led me to the cell.

“The charges against you are heavy, and there are many witnesses. I am afraid no lawyer will represent you,” the officer responded calmly, an apologetic look in his eyes as he walked away.

He seemed to believe my story, but the evidence was overwhelming.

“I have to get out of here,” I whispered calmly, my previous fear replaced with determination.

My life was being taken from me, from my mother's marriage, to my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend's betrayal, to my mom's sickness, and now I was stuck in jail.

“I can't let this happen,” I muttered quietly, taking a deep breath and trying to think of a plan.

Hours passed, and my resolve began to weaken; my hands were still cuffed and white from the lack of blood flow.

My clothes still smelled like blood, an urgent reminder that my mom was still in very grave danger.

But the biggest disappointment was the betrayal by Reynolds. I had begun to feel something, a soft spot, maybe something more.

“How did things go so badly?” I muttered weakly, tears rolling down my face.

Just then, Reynolds strolled into the station. I quickly cleaned my eyes, not wanting him to see how broken I was.

The officers rushed to greet him, offering him a seat.

“To what do we owe this honor, Sir?” One of them asked anxiously, clinging to his every word.

“Get her out of there,” he said coldly, pointing in my direction.

The officers rushed to do his bidding, apologizing to me as they hurried to remove the cuffs.

I stood in front of him with a lump in my throat, and I waited.

Waited for something, an explanation, maybe an apology, but nothing came.

“Put yourself together,” he said calmly, scanning my still shaking body.

“We are going back; you still owe me,” he said coldly, waiting for a few minutes before he started walking.

I didn't know which stung more, his earlier betrayal or the cold way he had just spoken to me.

But I didn't say anything, I walked quietly behind, literally running to catch up to his pace.

“Get in,” he said firmly, holding the door out for me.

It wasn't a kind gesture; it was a calculated act.

There he was, standing with the key to my cage and asking me to step in.

I looked at him for a long time, my throat suddenly dry as I tried to hold back tears.

“I won't repeat myself,” he echoed sternly, his eyes quickly switching to rage.

I nodded calmly, entering the car as a tear slipped from my eyes.

“Buckle up,” he said quietly, igniting the car and speeding off.

Reynolds had been the only one to rescue me; I should have been happy, even grateful.

But not when he was the reason I was locked up in the first place.

He bailed me out, but not out of guilt, but for control; the more I owed him, the more he could get.

“Why did you bring her back!” Mr. Smith screamed angrily as I walked out of the car with Reynolds.

He didn't respond, not immediately; he just grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the house.

“Answer me!” Mr. Smith demanded, blocking our path.

There was a slight pause, then a smirk curled up his lips.

“The police wouldn't punish her the way I will,” he said cockily, tightening his grip on my hand as he dragged me away.

I gasped in shock, my lips trembling as I stumbled behind him.

Reynolds didn't bring me back for anything other than pain.

It seemed that my troubles had only begun.

“This is not my room,” I said quietly, looking around.

It was almost a whisper, but Reynolds’ reply came swiftly.

Sharp as a sword, cutting straight into my soul.

“You don't have a room anymore, you don't own anything I didn't give you,” he said harshly, slamming the door shut as he walked out of a room I didn't recognize.

It had marble floors and dark walls; there was nothing else in it but a big king-sized bed, a stool, and a small closet.

“So this is my new prison,” I whispered quietly, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened.

After standing for a long time, I sat on the bed and eventually fell asleep, but was awoken by a deep baritone voice.

“Get up,” Reynolds commanded harshly, his voice making me quiver.

I jumped to my feet, shaking as I tried to arrange my already ruined dress.

Reynolds was watching me, his presence hovering over me like a cloud.

“Go shower and change your clothes,” he said firmly, dropping a white strapless gown on the bed.

“Okay,” I responded quietly, waiting for him to leave the room.

“Now!” He ordered urgently, dragging the stool out of a corner and sitting on it.

“I need to undress,” I said quietly, waiting for him to take the hint.

“Then undress,” he responded softly, his eyes flickering.

He was taking everything, my voice, my freedom, and now even my pride.

I bit my bottom lip trying to stop it from shaking as I reached for my zipper.

“Faster!” he ordered ruthlessly, his eyes unreadable.

My hands shook, undoing my zipper quickly and letting the dress fall to my ankles.

He raised his hand, making me stand still as his eyes scanned my body.

“Continue,” he said hoarsely, his eyes darkening with desire.

I nodded slowly and began unstrapping my bra, letting it fall to the ground. My panties were next, and soon, I stood completely naked in front of him.

But nothing prepared me for what came next.