Things had been real intense two days ago after Dash and my sister helped me escape. I could tell that they had put a lot of time and thought into planning our great escape away from Octavious. After we had hopped into the car, Dash drove around calmly and coolly in circles before we went under a tunnel and he hurriedly worked with Jessalyn to remove the tracker that Octavious had put on the car. Jessalyn then had me change out of everything that I wore in case I had a tracker on my clothes or anywhere on me.
After that we drove for what felt like hours but was actually maybe a little over an hour as we made our way to a dock and there was a man waiting for us in a small boat. Dash drove the BMW into the water while we all got onto the boat and we were off. After the sun had set and we were sailing far away from wherever Octavious was, a helicopter picked us up in the midd
“Alright, I’m just going to head out to make sure everything is still going smoothly with the contact,” Dash explained as he stood in the middle of the small kitchen while he was putting on a coat, “I’ll be back in half an hour or so and then we’ll have to move. Stay in the house.”He put on a beanie and nodded his head at me while waving goodbye to Jessalyn who hurriedly hopped to her feet and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I was glad to finally be leaving this hut and scary forest in less than an hour. I just wanted to be off Matlock because this was Octavious’ territory and his playground. Getting off this island will save all our lives from Octavious’ wrath.
Octavious and I were walking beside each other as we walked into the large home. As always, it was silent, clear of anyone and sparkling clean. I felt both brain dead and in shock. I couldn’t believe that Jessalyn was dead and that everything had come crashing down only minutes away from my eternal freedom.I wasn’t walking next to Octavious because I wanted to, but because I wanted to make sure I listen to everything he tells me or else it’s going to be a long night. I was dreading being alone in a room with him because I was afraid of what he would do to me. I hoped the torture had ended, the trauma that I’ve suffered tonight is immeasurable to anything else he can put me through.We made our way into his bedroom and I nervously stood still as he closed the bedroom door. Now that we
I had lost complete sense of reality as I slipped in and out of consciousness. All I knew was that I was very cold and my body was shaking uncontrollably as my body temperature dropped. I tried to stare off into space but my eyes would always meet with someone else’s. I’d try to look at a wall blankly, but I’d suddenly be looking into my father’s empty sockets where Octavious had gouged out his eyes. Or I’d try to just stare into my shower but I would only see Dash’s headless body just lying there. Everywhere I looked, I couldn’t escape the horror.So I began to lose my sanity.
The island that he brought me to was very tropical and beautiful. The trees were thick and bright green and I just knew that there were plenty of terrifying insects. After we had landed, we walked together until we reached the only home, I assume on this entire island. The house was beautiful and a thing of modern technique. The exterior was black where there were walls, but most of it was made from glass and you could see clearly into the home. The interior had a biophilic design and everything was integrated with nature. It was definitely a breath of fresh air.I lay on the bed, in bodily pain that was a reminder of what had happened last night after we had dinner. It had been painful for the most part, especially at the beginning until pleasure took over and I had begun to enjoy it. I didn’t want to but my body had a mind of its own.
Octavious had failed to mention on the plane ride here that it was going to be a nude honeymoon. It felt weird to be walking around outside while I was naked. Even though Octavious reassured me that there was nobody else here but the two of us, I was still very hesitant. The sun was just beginning to set and I was walking along the beach, enjoying the feel of the sand between my toes as I walked further into the water, until I was completely covered by the cold water until my shoulders.I looked back into the house, seeing Octavious in the kitchen, moving around and preparing food for us. He told me that he would be doing all the cooking during our honeymoon so I just sit back and relax. I don’t know much about relaxing
“No, no, please!” I screamed in laughter as I tried to get away from Octavious as he chased me along the beach with a crab in his hands.“I thought you loved seafood!” He chuckled behind me as he started to catch up.I screamed, “yeah, when it’s not alive!” I felt Octavious fingers wrap around my wrist and I screamed, flapping my hands at him while he was laughing. He brought the crab close to my face and I tried to run but he caught me.He stopped when he couldn’t control his boisterous laughter at the look of fear on my face. “It’s not funny,” I grumbled before I joined him in his laughter, both of his bending over, trying to catch our breaths from running and laughing.
The gunshots that rang through the air reminded me of the night when everything came crashing down and my life was never the same. Tears fell down my face and my bottom lip quivered. My knees buckled beneath me and if it wasn’t for Octavious’ body standing flush behind mine, I would’ve either blown myself backwards or fell to the floor because I couldn’t stand.Octavious had my fingers wrapped around the gold gun that he had killed my sister and Dash with, and no doubt the rest of my family. He had my finger pressed on the trigger and with his fingers wrapped around my own, they forced me to keep pulling the trigger.“I can’t do this, please don’t make me do this,” I begged Octavious as my nose blocked from my crying. I co
“Octavious…” I moaned out in a voice thick of sleep as I searched around the massive bed for Octavious. I wanted him to prepare some breakfast for me because I didn’t feel like getting out of bed for the next lifetime. He had worked me over time yesterday, not from sex, but from the gun. My fingers were tired to the bone and there was a constant ringing in my ears that Octavious told me that I’d soon get used to.I opened my eyes when I couldn’t feel the presence of Octavious’ body next to mine or anywhere close. “Octavious?” I called out, looking around the room and half expecting him to emerge from the bathroom after an early morning shower. But I was greeted with silence and I furrowed my eyebrows in distaste because that meant I had to get out of bed.