The Monster's Addiction (Completed)

Chapter 8

VIKTOR

Next Morning -

I woke up around 5 am to find the beautiful girl, curled into a ball and sleeping peacefully. The innocence she radiated was beyond I could even fathom.

How could someone destroy and break such beauty? Unfortunately, I was one of them.

My anger and fury clouded my mind to such an extent that I forgot that she deserved to be worshipped—to be taken care of and to be relished. Not ravaged.

My experience with women was nothing other than lust. They got naked, my c**k hardened and I f****d the wet p***y. No emotions, attachment or feelings, other than s****l need.

However, things changed with Mia. When I saw her for the first time—naked and bound— I felt nothing but protective of her.

Something I’d never encountered in my life before. How was that even possible? I wondered.

I ran my fingers over her soft yet striking features, savoring every moment of touch that filled me with strange sensations. I swiped away a few strands of hair brushing over her cheeks and lips and tucked it behind her ears.

That reminded me of the condition of her hair.

Her hair was beautiful and long but thanks to her, she’d made it a tangled mess. And I had literally no experience in handling that.

I picked up the phone from the bedside table and quickly texted Nora to visit immediately. Nora was a hair stylist, a close friend of Sammy’s (practically, best friend) and the on-and-off ex of Dominic. She was probably the only woman with whom my brother had slept more than once. Other than that, my brother technically slept with half of the women in the city.

Recalling her hysterical outburst I knew I couldn’t trust Mia behaving properly in Nora’s presence. So, I decided to resort back to restrain her hands. I could not hurt her, no matter what. But controlling her action was another story altogether.

Somehow, it felt like a good thing that she was afraid of me. Maybe the fear would work and she would not be tempted to reach out for drugs or alcohol, for that matter.

Frustrated, I sighed and raked a hand through my hair.

I glanced down at her, caressing her cheeks softly, and mumbled to myself, “What do I do with you, little girl? I can’t let you destroy yourself, I can’t let you go, and I can’t even control you. What did you do to me, little kitten?”

I scooped up this little girl in my arms while she muttered unintelligible words in her sleep, and placed her in one of the other rooms of the mansion. Since she was pretty worn out, I was certain that she would wake up slightly later usual.

MIA

I could barely keep my eyes open as the morning rays of the sun reflected on my tired eyes. The warmth felt soothing but my whole body ached. As if sitting upright required an excessive amount of effort. Looking around, I realized I was sitting on a soft cushiony surface with my hands bound to the chair.

Again.

And I sighed.

I had never been kept in this room before. This wasn’t the usual spacious room unlike all the other rooms of this mansion but a small one with a large window. I looked around and saw there was only a small table in one of the corners while in another corner there’s a vase decorated with flowers. White lilies.

Before I could look around any further, Viktor walked in with a refreshing smirk on his face, followed by a woman.

“I see you’re up, Kitty,” Viktor said.

“Where am I?” I groaned, looking around. My voice was garbled and barely audible but somehow he understood.

“Still under my protection,” he said, cupping my chin. I looked up and blinked. I realized his face was still cryptic to me – dark, twisted but not ruthless. Unlike the monster what he claimed to be last night.

“Meet Nora,” —he moved aside slightly to reveal a woman who was standing behind him—“ she’s here to help you with your hair which you’ve successfully knotted. And I don’t know what to do with it,” he said, brushing his long fingers gently through my rough and dry tresses following down to my hips.

I winced slightly when one of his fingers tugged the knots. “See what I mean?” Viktor asked rhetorically.

I looked up to the blonde woman as she stepped closer and then reached behind my back to check my hair.

“It would require quite an amount of time, Viktor and I have to take off the split ends. These are almost spoiling the look,” she explained as she fiddled with my hair.

What did she mean by taking off the split ends? How much was she going to chop off?

“Do what you need to do,” Viktor stated, his tone impassive.

“Great. I’ll go grab the things from the car then,” Nora informed and hurried out of the room.

Viktor crouched down in front of me as I looked into his eyes. He placed his hands lightly on my bound wrists, circling with his thumb.

“Mia,” he said in a gentle tone but the icy blue stare held a subtle warning I couldn’t miss. “Behave and sit quietly. She will do your hair, and I don’t want to hear so much as a peep from you. I don’t want to repeat whatever happened last night.” Viktor paused and swallowed a lump in his throat.

I wondered why he’d just stopped with a single stroke last night. Why couldn’t he demonstrate the extent of his brutality?

“Once she is done, I will take you back to the room. Until then, just sit tight. Understood?” I blinked back the tears and peered at him through my thick eyelashes.

“I don’t want to cut my hair,” I whined like a child.

I had long hair as long as I could remember. And someone chopping it off was definitely a nightmare I didn’t wish for.

“I don’t think she’s going to chop off much, just the—” he struggled to remember the word ‘split ends’ and continued “— some ends, I think.”

No wonder he didn’t know how to brush my hair, I thought.

Nora barged into the room with a trolley full of scissors of various shapes and sizes, clippers, cloths, spray bottles, hair dryer, and other products. While she busied herself connecting shower heads and other things, Viktor rose to his feet.

His eyes glanced down and looked into my eyes for a few seconds. Then, his eyes flitted to her and gave an approving nod. “Alright, I’ll let you get on with it. Call me when you are done. I will be in my office.”

“Sure,” Nora responded to him with a warm smile.

He walked out of the room, leaving me with her, but surprisingly left the door open—ajar. Generally, I was always kept in a locked up room with hardly any windows or escape door. But for the first time, I realized I could really plan an escape. I was well aware that the mansion was heavily guarded but if, just if I could manage to slip out of this room, I could make it out through the back door.

At least, that’s what I convinced myself.

“We will start with the shampoo.” My escape reverie was interrupted by Nora.

I nodded slightly while my brain envisioned the escape plan. I knew I just have one shot at it and if I fail, the consequences would far radical than before. But I had to take a chance. I was desperate without drugs. My body and mind were beyond healing and I could feel I was reaching towards the deep end.

The trolley of scissors was still beyond my reach as Nora continued to lather my hair. Somehow it felt very relaxing and calming, as against the flurry thoughts and sharp pangs that surged within my veins.

“When was the last time you had a haircut?” Nora asked, washing the shampoo from my hair.

“I don’t remember.” I didn’t remember the last time I was a free human being.

“Well, you do have a fine length and volume, a rare gift,” she commented. “You should take care of it. Right now, it does look slightly rough and dry. But by the time I am done with you, you would love to run your fingers through your hair.”

Run my fingers? How? With tied and bound hands? I mentally rolled my eyes at her remark.

Once she finished off washing my hair, she wrapped my hair in a towel and continued the one-sided conversation about my hair. I craned my head slightly to notice that she was engrossed in disentangling my tresses with the hair products.

I took this opportunity and slipped my hands, as far as I could with tied wrists. I reached out and managed to grab the scissors. The moment my fingers came in touch with the shiny metal, I grabbed and started slicing the ties—slowly and silently—without making a noise.

“Have you ever colored your hair?” Her question startled me all of a sudden.

“Uh-no. Not that I can remember.”

“Okay.”

I managed to slice off the ties binding my wrist of my right hand and moved onto the next without alarming her. I almost got caught when she bent down to pick something up and I shut my eyes tightly. Luckily, she didn’t notice.

This was my one and only chance. The. Only. Chance. And I could not let it slip away so carelessly. I had to be smart to implement the plan.

My palms were sweaty, my heartbeats were racing as I nervously chewed my lower lip.

And when she turned her back to look for something, all I got in my hand was a moment or two to slice off the other tie. I immediately jerked up from the chair. Nora spun around, almost immediately, with wide eyes staring at me incredulously.

I was desperate and helpless at that moment and all I wanted was to run away. I was done being restrained without the drugs. My insides were churning in pain and craved the drugs more than anything else. I’d never been strong enough to fight the urge. For a moment, Viktor’s thought crossed my mind but I shrugged it aside. I was doomed either way.

What’s the worst another Monster could do to me? I asked myself.

So gripped the scissors tightly in my hands and the next thing I did was severely and horribly wrong. But desperate times called for desperate measures.