Trapped in the Devil's Den

Chapter 4

Connor's POV

After driving Meghan home I decided to go back to the Hotel to finish my pending work but I regret my decision. I should have driven straight to my condo and rested instead of going back to my office just to see the face of the man I hate the most-my father.

Every memory that I am trying to forget came back and the wounds that I thought had been long gone suddenly opened and became fresh.

My father stood up and hugged me but all I felt was hatred. He ruined my f*****g life for his gain.

Flashback

"Dad please I don't want to marry Mr. William's daughter." I kneeled and beg to my Dad but he didn't listen. He continued walking and left me. I stood up and run after him. I grabbed his arms and kneeled once again but my cruel father grabbed my collar and punched me in the face.

"Why? Because of that girl named Elle?" He grabbed my face and forced me to face him.

"You are acting like this because of that girl?" His eyes is full of anger and I felt scared not for myself but for Elle. I know that my father is capable of doing heinous acts.

"Not Elle Dad please," I begged and this time I cannot stop my tears from falling. I look weak and I know my father hates to see me in this state.

"Wipe that tears of yours or I will kill that girl?" I aggressively wipe my tears using my left arm and fixed myself. I will do everything to keep Elle safe.

"You are my son Connor, you shouldn't have any weakness if you want to own my Hotel. You should be strong and fearless. Don't worry, as your father I will get rid of the things or even people that can be used as a leash on your neck." He smiled at me evilly so I shivered in fear.

"I will break up with Elle Dad. I will marry Mr. William's daughter. I will do everything Dad just please don't hurt Elle, I beg you." I am kneeling in front of my dad while rubbing my palm just to convince him not to hurt Elle.

"I won't hurt her, just be a good son." He patted my shoulder and turned his back on me. As I watched him walk away I promise myself that one day I will be stronger than him so he can't control me like this.

Days have passed I continued working on our Hotel to please my father. It has been three days and I miss her voice. She called me hundred times per day but I refused to answer her call I don't want to risk her safety. I want to call Damian and asked him to look after Elle but I am afraid that my father might find out. I satisfy myself by looking at her picture. Just wait for me Elle I will be the man who is strong enough to protect you from anyone who would cause you harm.

I am busy reading documents when my father barged into the office. He is wearing corporate attire so that means he has an important meeting to attend.

"Get yourself ready Connor, we will meet Mr. William and his daughter to plan your wedding." He command and like a scared kid I obeyed him.

I change my clothes into a black long sleeves paired with grey slacks and dress shoes. I don't want to dress extravagantly, I have no one to impress after all. When I am ready we drove to the restaurant where my father made a reservation. My father being arrogant rode a limousine and I hate it because the moment we get out some customers at the restaurant look in our direction.

When we arrived Mr. William and her daughter is already there. Dad offered a handshake when we arrived at the table where his business partner is sitting.

"Philip this is my only son, Connor. Connor this is Philip Williams, my business partner and soon to be your son-in-law." I extended my hand to shake hands with Mr. William, he accepted it, and just like what my Dad did Mr. Williams introduced her daughter as well.

"This is Claire my first-born. Claire this is Mr. Callan Hayes the owner of Hayes Hotel and Connor his son your soon-to-be husband." Claire then get near to my father and kissed his cheeks and did the same to me. I looked at her from head to toe and she was beautiful almost perfect but I don't feel anything.

"Nice meeting you Connor." She smiled genuinely so I smiled back because I can see that in my peripheral vision my father is looking at me.

They talk about business and later on diverted the topic to wedding planning. Claire looks so excited while discussing the ideas she has in her mind and all I did was agree even though I couldn't understand what she is saying. The way Claire talks shows that she is a good person but still I don't want to marry the woman I don't love.

The dinner took almost three hours and when I arrived at my condo I lay in my bed to take a rest. I was about to close my eyes when image of Elle flashed in my mind so I took my phone and open it to stare at her pictures but a voicemail caught my attention. Curiosity eat me up so I chose to play it.

"Hi, Love." It was Elle's voice and upon hearing it my tears started to fall.

"Do we have a problem Love, I tried contacting you but you won't answer my call so I decided to use a different number but still you didn't pick up. Are you busy?" She asked using her sweet voice but that didn't hide the sadness that she is feeling.

"I sent this voicemail to bid goodbye. I am tired Love." After saying those I heard her little sobs. I want to punch myself for making Elle sad. I am mad at myself for making her feel this way. I decided to get up and grabbed my car keys. I will fight for you Elle whatever it takes. I don't care if my father will kill me for doing this, I don't care about the Hotel. I am willing to trade everything just to have Elle.

I continued listening to her voice while walking in the parking lot.

"My Dad came back yesterday. He's intoxicated...h-he e-entered my r-room. H-he t-tried k-kissing me but I pushed him. H-he got mad at m-me so he punched m-my stomach a-and o-our b-baby was g-gone. Even though blood is flowing on m-my l-legs h-he still r***d me. I-i tried c-calling you to asked f-for help b-but you didn't answer. I-I need y-you Love but y-you are n-nowhere to be found. I am sorry love I-I lost the baby. I-I am s-so sorry." Every word that she uttered felt like a knife that stabbed my chest. I drove at the highest speed even though I couldn't see the road clearly because of tears. All I have in my mind is Elle needs me.

When I arrived at their house all the lights were off. I climbed to their gate and when I reached the door I opened it, I am glad it isn't locked. I look for the light switch to open the lights in their living room and when the surroundings illuminated I saw my Elle hanging on their ceiling wearing her bloody clothes. I shouted so loud full of anger and sadness. I hugged her cold feet and mumbled my sorry's. I grabbed a chair so I could reach the rope that she tied to her neck. When I successfully removed the leash I hug her cold body.

"I-i am a-already h-here L-love, p-please wake u-up you a-are s-scaring me," I whispered in her ear. I caressed her hair and looked at her face. I saw dried tears but despite that, she still looks beautiful. I reached for her right hand and it is holding something-a pregnancy test with two red lines, it's my baby. I took the pregnancy test out of her hand and kissed it.

"I am sorry baby, Daddy is not strong enough to fight for you and mommy. I am sorry you have a weak father. I will make him pay Elle for killing you and for killing our child." With clenching fists and gritted teeth, I took my phone out and called Damian. After ringing for a few seconds he answered the call.

"Damian," I called his name coldly. He didn't say anything and waited for me to speak again.

"Find Elle's father." I dropped the call and after a while, I received a text message. It contains the detail about the exact location of Elle's father.

"I will just go somewhere Love," I kissed her forehead before leaving and lay her gently on the sofa. I will not call the police to investigate Elle's case because I am sure that it will reach the media. They might make-up stories and create news on how Elle was sexualized by his father. The media will just use Elle's story to gain profit and I won't let them do that. I will give them a proper burial away from people.

I looked once again and smiled at Elle's face.

"I will make him pay."

I drove my car to the location that Damian gave me. It's an abandoned building away from the city. He is probably hiding because he knows that I will hunt him once I found out. It is already dark and all I can hear is the sounds of the crickets. It looks like a typical horror movie setting but I didn't feel any fear. I stopped the car and grabbed my gun, the one I stole from my Dad.

I entered the building and there I saw a man sleeping on the floor with liquor bottles scattered around him. My vision darkened so I grabbed a bottle and hit his head. He woke up and faced me. I saw blood dripping on his face but that is not enough. I want to see him begging for his life. I want to see him dead.

He kneeled in front of me and clasped his hands but I didn't feel any pity.

"Please spare me, I did not mean to r**e Elle. I love Elle she is my daughter. It s the drugs that do it. It's not me." My anger flared up even more when I didn't hear any regrets in his voice, it is just plain crying. I pointed the gun in his arms and pulled the trigger. He cried out in pain.

"It is the gun, not me," I smirked at him and came closer. I grabbed her hair and lifted his face so he can face me. I spit on his face.

"Looking at your face disgusted me." I pushed his head hard and I saw him trembling in pain. He stands up planning to run away but I shoot his legs. He fell to the ground whimpering but instead of feeling sorry I laughed at him. It feels satisfying watching him cry in pain.

Not content with what I have done I kicked his face and stepped on his hand.

"Which hand did you use in punching Elle's stomach?" I asked while stepping on his hand. I waited for his answer but I receive none so I pointed the gun at his face.

"T-the l-left I u-used my l-left h-hand." Without any hesitation, I shoot his left hand. Take that for killing my baby.

He is already in pain but I am still not satisfied. I shoot his right hand but still, the anger that I am feeling wasn't eased.

"This is for sexualizing Elle," I pointed the gun on his private part and pulled the trigger, "and this is for killing my child." I pointed the gun at his head and after a few seconds, I pulled the trigger, and his blood scattered everywhere. Some of his blood splattered on my face but I just wiped it using the sleeves of my polo. I didn't bother to clean all the evidence that might be used against me. I don't care if I will be jailed I have no life anyway.

I left the body of Elle's father in the abandoned place. Maybe after some days, someone will discover his body or if he became unlucky he might be buried there.

With bloody clothes, I decided to go back to Elle's house but the moment I entered their street I saw a security team in front of her house. I drove fast and immediately get off my car. One of the security team stopped me from entering so I punched his face and Damian stand in between. He told the security to leave and it oblige. Adam looked at me but I proceeded on walking and completely ignored his presence. When I entered the house I saw Elle's body surrounded by a forensic team, they are examining her. How dare they touch Elle's body without my permission.

I pulled the trigger of the gun and it made a loud bang that startled everyone. All of them looked at me with fear. I walked in Elle's direction and the forensic team gave way. I sat on the floor and hold her hand. I look like an insane man when I kissed her hands while begging her to wake up but no one dared to interrupt except for my father.

"Where have you gone?:" He asked but I didn't bother to look in his direction. I don't want to see his face. He is the reason why I wasn't able to save Elle.

My father being cruel as he is already grabbed my collar and made me face him but this time I won't be the submissive son anymore. I am not his puppet starting from this day, I have nothing to lose and that is the scariest type of person, the man who lost everything.

"What did you do huh? Did you kill Elle's father? Where is his body, did you clean everything?" He asked so many questions but I didn't bother to answer any of them. I just look straight in his eyes conveying the hatred that I am feeling for him.

He slapped my face so hard to the extent that you can hear the sound of the slap in every corner of the house. I stood up and confusion was written on his because he cannot read me anymore. I am not the same subservient son. I pointed the gun at his face and his color became pale. My father is scared of me.

"Are you glad Dad? Your son looks like you, a devil."

-End of flasback-