His Redemption

Chapter Twenty

Killian’s pov

Morning rain poured endlessly over the mansion, turning the windows dark with water and shadow.

Deep beneath the estate, hidden under layers of concrete and steel, the underground cells sat in complete silence.

The faint hum of overhead lights echoed through the corridor as Killian walked down the narrow hallway alone.

His footsteps were slow and measured against the concrete floor.

The guards standing outside the final cell immediately straightened.

Killian barely acknowledged them and reached for the door.

The heavy metal door creaked as he opened it.

Bianca sat tied to a chair in the center of the room.

Her wrists were bound tightly in front of her, ankles restrained to the chair legs. A gag had been forced into her mouth, muffling the panicked sounds escaping her throat.

The moment she saw Killian panic flared in her eyes.

Her breathing quickened immediately as Killian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

The sound echoed heavily.

Bianca began shaking her head frantically, muffled pleas escaping the gag as tears gathered in her eyes.

Killian didn't look or say anything to her. He simply walked over to the metal table nearby. Several objects were layed on the table. A knife, pliers, switchblade and a scalpel.

He turned toward Bianca slowly, with a cold precision that made the air shift.

"Do you know why you're here?" he spoke, his voice low and calm.

Bianca shook her head as Killian appeared infront of her.

Killian crouched slightly until they were eye level and then went ahead and

removed the gag from her mouth. He gripped her chin, his grip was rough and unyielding, digging painfully into her cheeks.

"You touched what belongs to me," Killian said.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Bianca said, her voice shaky.

Killian’s jaw clenched. "You hurt Evangeline," he said untying the rope on her hand.

"I didn't," Bianca said, her voice trembled with fear.

"So you're telling me that Evangeline lied that you hurt her?"

Bianca nodded, tears sliding down her face.

Killian hummed standing up straight and moved toward the metal table were the objects layed.

He reached for the switchblade and flicked it open with a crisp snap, revealing a thin silver blade.

When Bianca saw Killian holding the switchblade she held her breath, her heart pounding with fear. She quickly reached to untie the rope on her leg but was stopped when Killian yanked her by her hair hard, forcing her head backward. A sharp sting shot across her scalp, making her gasp in pain.

"You think you can run from me?" he snarled.

“Please—please, I’m sorry!” she cried. “I didn’t mean to—”

"You didn't mean to!" He roared, dropping the switchblade on the ground and reaching for her wrist.

Bianca screamed.

Pain shot through her arm as Killian tightened his grip directly over the joint, his expression never changing while she cried hysterically.

He wanted Bianca to feel the same pain Evangeline felt when she hurt her.

"This was the same hand that hurt her, right?"

Bianca whimpered.

Another twist.

A louder scream ripped from her throat.

Tears and panic blurred her vision as agony exploded through her wrist.

Killian leaned closer.

"When you hurt her how did you think she felt?"

Bianca sobbed uncontrollably now. “Please stop—please!”

Killian finally released her arm.

Silence filled the room again except for her crying.

Killian leaned down and picked up the switchblade from the ground.

Bianca's eyes widened in horror seeing the switchblade in his grasp.

She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face.

Killian smirked, his fingers clamped around her jaw with a bruising force and ran the blade across Bianca's face, she tried to grab his wrist with her uninjured hand, trying desperately to pry it away, but Killian’s hand barely moved.

A thin stream of blood slipped down slowly at first, it was dark and glossy under the dim light. It dripped from her face and splattered against the floor in uneven drops, each one landing with a soft patter.

"You think you're better than her?" He asked. "More beautiful than her?"

Bianca shook her head tears mixing with blood.

"I asked you a question?"

"No, I'm not," she whispered shakily.

"You're right you're not," he hissed. "No one can ever come close to her."

"Pl-please," she begged.

"Please what?" he grinned wickedly.

"Please stop, it's hurting."

"But you hurt her," he snapped, running the blade across her right cheek. "And now you're going to pay for touching her."

"I-i promise I won't do it again," she sobbed.

"Fine," he gritted out, stepping away from her. "I'll let you live," he said calmly.

"but if you touch her again or even look her way," he continued, voice dropping colder, “I’ll bury you somewhere no one will ever find you.”

Bianca stared at him in terror. She knew he meant it.

The threat settled into the room like death itself.

Killian shot her a warning glare before he left the room.

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Eva's pov

Eva planted a shaky hand against the floor and tried to push herself up, blasting pain wracked her whole body, stealing her breath with every slight movement.

She could feel every bruise, every ache lacing her battered body as she stood up on her feet. After receiving the merciless beating from her mother, Eva had fallen unconscious for a while.

Her stomach rumbled hungrily as she made her way to the bathroom. She hadn't eaten since yesterday morning.

Tears rolled down her cheek as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was marred with purple bruises, her lip was bust and swollen and as for her hand which was slowly healing hurt.

This was normal to her, she was used to it, used to her mother inflicting pain onto her and scarring her body with bruises.

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Rain still clung to the edges of the sky, but it had softened into a thin mist that hung over the streets like breath.

Eva was supposed to come by yesterday to the store but then her mother happened to beat her up for something which she had done unintentionally.

Eva couldn't stop worrying about Mrs Hart. She wanted to know if the old woman was doing okay.

“Evangeline,” a voice called from behind.

Eva slowly turned around.

Brayden stood a few meters away, hands shoved into his pockets, his jaw tightened and eyes narrowed at Eva.

Eva swallowed noticing the expression on his face. She knew he was mad at her and coming here was a bad idea.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

I came to find out if Mrs hart is okay, she signed.

Brayden exhaled, his eyes softening for a moment.

"She's doing fine. By tomorrow she'll be out of the hospital," he replied.

Relief hit Eva. A warm smile spread across her face, lighting up her eyes.

She was glad the old woman was okay.

"Do you want to come inside and talk?" Brayden offered, unlocking the door.

Eva nodded.

Brayden smiled faintly, gesturing for her to enter.

As she stepped inside she noticed the place was still the same when she was dragged out of here by those thugs.

"So how did you get away from Nicholas’s men?"

Eva froze. How did Brayden know Nicholas.

Someone helped me, she signed.

Brayden raised a brow. "Who?"

A friend, she signed again.

"You mean Killian Blackwood?" he asked.

She frowned slightly, brows pulling together in confusion.

You know him as well? She signed.

Brayden shrugged. "Everyone knows him Eva, the whole city knows who Killian Blackwood is."