Chapter 3

Lena's POV.

“You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand.

I pulled back breathing rapidly.

She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

The ground split into a hole and swallowed me. I screamed for help but I was suddenly trapped in deep water, drowning in its darkness, and the waves drifted me from the light. Just as I was about to lose my life, I jolted up gasping for breath.

It was a dream, a pretty realistic one that kept me heaving for minutes. I looked around as my heart pounded against my chest.

I was in a dark warehouse, definitely sure it was in the middle of a cornfield, void of humans. I quickly crawled to the walls, the chain on my ankle rattling. A small group of men was playing checkers by the corner.

Their skin was filled with tattoos, and they had marks everywhere with a killer look. Rogues; the type that would end my life if they got too bored.

At that point, I was struck with a cold realization; I had been kidnapped.

I was so close to freaking out but I was scared not to make a sound.

Goodness! I was such a fool.

“Hey get up on your feet,” one of the men ordered, fat and short. He poked me with a stick and the others burst out laughing.

“Let her be, she's been out for hours.” One of them protested. “We are lucky she's not dead,” he said under his breath.

“If she were dead, it would have made our job way easier.” The fat man said aloud. “They didn't pay us enough to house her for a day.”

Kill me? My ears perked up and my knees trembled. My eyes narrowed with a distraught gaze. Even my breath sounded too loud.

“Let's just have our fun with her and end it,” one of them suggested.

My throat sank down my guts, and my spine crackled like I had been slammed hard to the ground. What did they mean? I had been crying for hours but at the sight of my hopelessness, my eyes watered again for another round of tears.

“Everyone, shut up!” A masked man yelled at the corner. They turned to him and all of them pumped up their shoulders.

His voice was oddly familiar, and his eyes… There was something off with it.

I gulped hard and leaned my back against the wall.

My stomach growled for food after hours of watching them gobble meals. They ate greedily and couldn't care less if I was starving or not. When they prepared to go on their heist and risky invasions, they bound me with chains and subjected me to physical force if I showed the slightest bit of hesitation.

Days went by, and the only thing I had was stale bread and half a cup of water. My dress was ripped open at the stomach and they made me sit around like a cheap whore with no dignity.

I didn't know how long I sat there, but I thought it was up to a week. My life living in silent fear continued until one night, tied up and forced to stare at the ceiling with regrets, the rogues came back in a rush, packing their loot and stuffing it in the car.

As they were done packing their loot, they rushed out to kickstart their car, and I was left alone. “Wait, what about me, you have to let me go,” I begged.

I struggled to wriggle out of my chains but no one answered me. I thought I was doomed until I heard a snap behind me.

“Who's there?” I shot out, struggling to turn towards the figure.

“Relax, it's me,” the figure said with a tone of familiarity.

He walked up before me and I noticed he was the masked man. His face was still concealed but his eyes shone with dark intent. He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts.

“You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone.

“What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him.

“You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor.

His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

My jaw dropped in surprise. Was he about to kill me? “No, no please. I don't want to die now,” I begged.

“Nobody does, and we can work on that,” he whispered and grazed my right ear with his tongue. “Give me what I want and I'll let you go,”

He snickered and groped my breast, his hands moving in a circular motion. “I want your body for your freedom,”

I was about to sleep with my abductor just so he could let me go. I knew if I declined it was going to be my end.

I breathed heavily, watching him bite down on his lower lip.

“Wh… what are you… doing?” I mumbled, pressing my thighs shut.

“Come on,” he moaned. “You have to do better than this, I don't have time to play hard to get, Lena”

He called my name with a strange familiarity, and his scent was oddly striking. His hands also felt like I had known him for some time, like I had felt it once in my life.

It was forbidden, but I wanted to give him what he wanted.

Maybe he was a stalker, but stalkers weren't rogues. They weren't…

His hands trailed down my waist and he slid my thighs open. He kissed my lips and crawled his lips to my neck. I was confused, but I didn't resist.

He ripped off my dress and stuck his pinkie into my mouth.

“Scream for me,” he said with a husky voice. “I like it when you scream, I'll stop when you scream harder,”

He slid his cock inside me and began thrusting back and forth. He pulled my hair and covered my mouth with his right hand. Every thrust felt like he was thrusting deeper.

I groaned in pain while he moaned in ruthless ecstasy.

My legs were sore from his bruises and my lungs. Having sex with a stranger wasn't what I needed at that moment but I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't stop him.

The whimpers I made weren't enough to make him stop. He clasped his hands on my palm and drilled me even faster. This time rougher than he started.

I moaned, my voice barely above a mutter. “Stop already, please,” tears trickled down my face. It was so painful to continue because even my face was bruised.

Finally, in what seemed like an eternity, he moaned aloud, spilling his cum on my stomach. He exhaled heavily and stood up to fix his jeans.

I groaned in pain but he did nothing to ease my pain. He stared at me like I was nothing but a figment of his imagination.

“I'd like to help you but… You are meant to stay dead. If you can make it out of here alive, it's best you don't go back to your pack.”

Those were the last words he said to me before leaving me in a critical state.