Chapter 5

Eunia

Her hand trembled as she shoved an envelope into his chest. “I don’t care what you think. Logan is mine now. This child will be his, not yours. If you care about your pathetic life, you’ll disappear.”

My entire body went cold. I gripped the wall to keep from collapsing.

The baby… the baby in her belly didn’t even belong to Logan.

The man in front of her was her baby daddy.

The bitch had been having an affair the whole time!

I wanted to scream, to vomit, to claw at my own skin. Before I could even think to bring out my phone to record proof, she was already gone, slipping into a taxi like nothing had happened.

I was left with shaking hands, no proof, and a truth so monstrous it nearly broke me in half.

But who would believe me? No one. Not Logan, who already thought I was a pathological liar because Kruska had been poisoning his mind for months.

So I did the only thing I thought I could do. The only option my shattered heart and desperate mind could come up with.

And it was my biggest mistake ever.

I hired thugs.

Thugs to force the truth out of Kruska. To make her admit it. To make Logan see her for the serpent she really was.

But something went wrong. Horribly, fatally wrong.

Kruska ended up dead. Shot during the encounter.

The men vanished into thin air. The police ruled it as a burglary gone wrong.

But before Kruska bled out, before she drew her last wicked breath, she whispered one last poison into Logan’s ear. She told him I had sent them.

And from that moment on, my life ended.

Logan decided to become judge, jury, and executioner. He chose to punish me, to break me, to destroy me piece by piece until death itself would look like mercy.

He kidnapped me. Took me to his safe house in a hidden location, cutting me off from the outside world for seven years.

The first time I woke up there, groggy from whatever he had drugged me with, he sat across from me, eyes wild, voice low and sharp.

“Did you send those thugs after Kruska?”

I saw the crazed look in his eyes and knew I would regret it if I lied, so I said, “Yes.” And when I tried to explain myself, he cut me off because he didn’t care to know whatever else I had to say.

Right there and then, he branded me a murderer and a vicious woman who deserved hell for killing his wife and unborn child.

I tried so many times to tell him the truth, to expose Kruska for the liar she was and to let Logan know that the baby was never even his, but he wouldn’t listen. To him, everything that came out of my mouth were lies.

He came to visit me in the safe house at least once a week and would beat me up every time I “lied,” so I stopped trying to tell him the truth. Instead, I would apologize but he didn’t seem to want to hear that either and just kept hitting me until I would bleed.

Several months after he kidnapped me, he got the devious idea of making me replace what I’d stolen: his wife and child. So he made me into his sex slave.

He’d beat me up and then have sex with me. Sometimes it was just sex but whenever he was stressed or came angry, he’d bash me first and then fuck me brutally with no atom of love. His hands would bruise me, his teeth tear at my skin, and I would bite down on screams, choking on tears. Whenever he finished, he’d dress himself and quietly leave without a word. 

I thought it would end after the first baby.

I gave birth to a boy. Exhausted from childbirth for the first time, I didn’t even get to hold my baby before I passed out.

I woke up to an empty house. Blood still pooled between my legs, my breasts leaking, my body aching beyond comprehension. No nurse. No family. No comfort. Just silence.

I had to clean myself up and even cook my own meal. All he left for me was a bottle of Aspirin that did nothing to help my hormones or stop the constant bleeding.

My breasts were sore for a long time due to the accumulated milk and I often cried myself to sleep from the pain. I would wake up and see groceries in the house every week but that was all.

He didn’t visit me for three months and when he finally came, he refused to talk about the baby. He wouldn’t even tell me his name or how he was doing. I only know I had a boy.

The sex started again and it was the same cycle till the sixth baby that took my life.

And now as my spirit transcends, probably on the road to hell, I hope I can finally find some semblance of peace.