He's My Killer

Chapter Sixteen

Everything happens in my story for a reason but I am now going to be more focused on updating this story more.

TIANA

I took another look at myself in the mirror and exhaled a long frustrated breath. I am sadly obeying every little demand to save my life.

I was taken by a killer and all he do is tortures me by kissing me. Forcefully shoving his tongue down my throat and God does it feel right.

But I'm a Christian woman and I didn't need the devil's spawn to ruin me.

I was going to find a way out of here and the first chance I get, I will take. Just why all the way in Italy? But how would I get back to the states was my only problem.

A firm knock was heard and the door opened revealing Amelia. Such a sweet elder but she has a secret dark side to her and I will not cross her. But other than her scary looks and ways, she is actually nice but I won't let her play with my mind.

I'm smarter than most of these killers think.

"Good evening, child. Ready to start your full welcoming?" She asked with a genuine smile.

Of course. I was told by Amelia that I would be welcomed into see how I can handle myself with my hands.

Only if they knew what I could do with my hands.

I sighed and just gave a nod. "Well come on. Boss man is waiting."

"Wait," I breathed. "He will be there?" I questioned a little on edge.

I don't think I can keep facing him. I just get a vibe from him. Predator gaze. I'm a piece of meat and he can't wait to just pounce.

But I shouldn't be too on edge. He literally tasted me and will that forever be in my memories.

"It is tradition."

"Tradition? Him watching me hit someone else is tradition?"

Suddenly, Amelia gave a sad look. I didn't really see the cause of her reaction. "Oh child, you will be fighting him."

My muscles tensed up a bit. Why on earth would I fight him? He will hurt me....bad. I guess him not giving me a good ass whooping wasn't enough to satisfy him.

"W-Why am I fighting him?" I asked her nervously.

"As I said before, tradition to the family. A new member, no matter the gender, has to fight Boss man to gain any type of respect from the estate." Amelia replied. "But don't worry, it will be over quick. That's how mines was years, years ago." She said quickly, sensing my uneasy body language.

She lead me to a room on the far side of the estate. There was a few people in here but I only saw one familiar face and it was Camille. When she saw me her eyes were down with a look of sympathy.

How serious were these fights?

I was tugged and Amelia had a change of clothes for me. A white T and some grey sweats. She also had wraps for my hands. She pulled me over to a private area and pulled my hair back into a low ponytail as I pulled on the clothes.

"Amelia?.."

"Yes, Queen?"

There it was, that name. It was probably just a nickname she will have to get use to.

"How serious is this?"

A moment of silence fell between us and I was now really unaware of how this would end. She came around and started wrapping my shaking hands.

"Serious." She finally answered.

I shook my head not knowing what to do at this point. I had a feeling there was no way out of this. I shouldn't have been so f*****g nosey. I shouldn't have confronted him. I can blame no one but myself.

"Will he hurt me?"

"Hopefully not to break anything special. Trust me, child. He has the power since he is King, to change this. But sadly he is stubborn. It will be over in less than a moment."

"That's not making this any easier. I never asked to join this.....this, whatever you call yourselves. He just up and kidnapped me."

Amelia stared at me for a moment. "For personal reasons of his own." She said just as a loud bang echoed in my ears.

Amelia gave me a smile. "It's time."

I raised to my feet as my body began to shake. She lead me to the ring as many things told me how I could just turn and run but that would lead me into more trouble.

I noticed Carter already in the ring, taking off his hooded shirt. Revealing all his tats and muscles. I would be interested in having a good stare down with his body and my favorite part is his pierced n*****s. Silver balls on end. I couldn't help but feel anger course through my body as I entered the ring.

This man was actually practicing on his punching.

I turned to look at Amelia and she gave me a sad look. I couldn't blame her though. She couldn't do anything to help me out of this. I knew if she could, she would but she was only following orders.

I took in a breath and turned back to face him. My breathing went rapid when I watched him walk over to me with a blank expression. I clenched my fist together ready to punch him if he tried anything but he stopped in front of me taking me by surprise.

He was mere inches from my face. His eyes staring deep into mine. He raised his hand causing me to flinch back a few steps. I heard him sigh and I watched him put his hand back down. He looked as if he was struggling.

I didn't know why. It's not like hasn't tortured a woman before.

But I spoke to soon.

I was caught off guard when I felt a strong fist hit my jaw, making me stumble back and land on the mat.

I heard Camille gasp and Amelia's face went into pure shock.

Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision as I held on to my aching face.

"Clear the room!" His strong voice boomed through the room.

Muttering and whispers passed as everyone started walking. I notice Amelia walk to me, helping me up to my feet.

"Amelia," He said her name. I could feel his presence behind me and that caused me to move away from him.

"Yes, sir?" Her voice changed. Her words coming out bitterly.

"Get her some ice." He said.

Amelia took hold of me but Carter stopped her. "She stays."

Amelia reluctantly let me go and went to do as told. I stood there still holding onto my face. I didn't bother looking his way.

"Tiana." He grabbed my hand and I didn't mean to flinch but after what happened, didn't know what he would do next.

He sighed and he was now standing in front of me. I looked everywhere but at him. "I'm sorry but I had to do it."

I opened my mouth to speak but quickly closed it.

"You can speak your mind, babe." He said when he noticed my action.

"W-Why....did you?" My voice broke on its own accord.

"Can't have people thinking I'm weak. Never again will I put my hands on you in that way. Your life is to be known as low as the rest."

I didn't say anything after that. I looked away from him as more uncontrollable tears streamed down my face.

"Stop crying." His thumb wiped over my cheeks.

I sniffed as I tried to control my tears. "I'm sorry......" he muttered to me.

He grabbed my chin and looked at my face and his expression worsened. I guess he really was genuinely sorry.

Just then Amelia came back with a ice pack and a glass of water. He took the ice pack from her and placed it where he wanted on me.

He placed a kiss on my head and looked over at Amelia.

"Take her back to her room and make sure she gets rest." He told her with a firm voice.

And with one last look at me, he walked off and left me for Amelia take care of.