LOGINNikolaiIt wasn’t a dream.He was real.My baby was actually real and he was in my arms.Right now, I didn’t dare think of the logic, or the consequences, or how it was even possible for him to be here currently.Feeling his long fingers weave through my hair brought such a nice satisfaction to my chest that it almost eased every single physical pain.Curling up on the cold floor, I snuggled up against his body, feeling his powerful heartbeat as his warmth spread through my body.And I just couldn’t stop.Pulling him even closer, burying my head further into his chest.Silence swallowed us whole, except for our ragged breathing.“Nikolai…..” my baby called softly, making me hum.His hand brushing against my hair didn’t stop.“You’re not going to ask me anything?”I shook my head. “No.”And his sharp exhale resonated.“Really?”Shifting slightly, I pulled my head upward, and our gazes locked with intensity and also something hollow, which I refused to name.Even through the dark, hazy
NathanielAnd just when I thought he would choke me to death, a feminine voice sounded.“Back off, Jeremy.”From my blurry vision, I saw Anya walking in.The suffocating pressure around my windpipe suddenly vanished. Jeremy let go of my throat, shoving me back hard against the concrete wall as I gasped for air, coughing violently.The chains rattled loudly as I slumped against the iron pipe, my chest heaving as the oxygen finally rushed back into my lungs.I blinked through the heavy blur, trying to focus on the shadow standing near the doorway.Anya?What the fuck does she want now?She walked into the dim light of the basement, her expression completely unreadable.It felt almost like she had completely turned into someone else.“What the fuck are you doing here, Anya?” Jeremy spat, wiping my blood off his knuckles onto his jeans. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere spending your father’s money and celebrating the fact that you’re no longer going to marry Nikolai?”And almost…For a second
NikolaiI think I must have died.Which would have been way better.Every single breath felt like absolute torture, like my lungs were filling up with broken glass.My left shoulder was a completely mangled mess, the raw, burning pain from that white-hot iron rod still searing deep into my bones. I was slumped sideways against the freezing concrete floor, barely able to open my one good eye.A thick puddle of my own blood was cooling right under my cheek, sticky and disgusting.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t even fucking think straight anymore.Clack. Clack. Clack.The heavy sound of the basement door echoed through the darkness, cutting through the ringing in my ears.Slow, steady footsteps started coming down the stairs.I didn’t even bother to lift my head. Let my piece-of-shit father come back and finish me off. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck anymore.“Look at you. Pathetic.”The voice didn’t belong to my father.Slowly, with a brutal amount of effort, I forced my swollen eyelid open
NathanielFuck!My head felt like it was splitting into two.Slowly, I opened my eyes, but everything was a complete blur.My glasses. Where the fuck are my glasses?I tried to focus, but my vision was totally messy.I was lying flat on a freezing concrete floor, and the metallic smell of rust filled my nose. Behind my ear, the warm blood from earlier had already started to dry, caking against my neck.What the fuck happened…Where am I?My brain was having serious problems processing how I got from the airport parking garage to this place.Weakly, I tried to push myself up from the floor, wanting to stand.Clank.A heavy metallic sound echoed, and my wrists jerked back violently.I blinked hard, trying to see through the blur.Chains.My hands were chained tightly to a heavy pipe behind me.Panic instantly flared through my chest.“Hey! Let the fuck me go!” I screamed, thrashing wildly against the iron.The chains bit deeply into my skin, but I didn’t care.“Is anyone there? Let me o
Nathaniel The loud chattering of the crowded airport blurred into a deafening hum all around me.I sat near the boarding gate, staring blankly at the floor. My hands shook slightly as I tightly gripped the boarding pass in my lap.Flight to Bridgeford. Leaving in less than thirty minutes.Everything was going exactly according to plan, but my stomach was violently twisting into tight knots.A sudden wave of intense guilt hit me, making me swallow hard.Sophie.I closed my eyes, my hand instinctively reaching up to touch my lips. The memory of her desperate kiss from last night made me feel completely sick to my stomach. I shouldn't have let her do it. I was in a completely messed-up state, drowning in my own head, and I had just stood there like a coward while she tried to erase my sins with her mouth.It felt entirely wrong. Because even with the betrayal, even with the contract... my lips still only remembered the warmth of someone else.“I promise, Niko. I will never leave you.”I
Nikolai Pain….Pain….That’s all I felt.I don’t know how many hours just hard passed.Or what’s happening anymore.I think I must have died, and came back to life. Every single inch of my body was screaming.My face felt swollen, the metallic taste of blood completely coating my tongue and dripping down my chin. I could barely open my left eye, and breathing felt like pushing shattered glass straight into my lungs.The basement was pitch black, smelling of damp concrete and old iron.I was chained to a heavy metal pipe, my wrists raw and bleeding from trying to pull away.That bastard really outdid himself this time.He didn't just want to punish me; he wanted to completely erase me."F-Fuck..." I choked out, a ragged gasp tearing through my throat.Even in this dark, disgusting hole, my messed-up brain still couldn't let go of the image of Nathaniel.Nathaniel walking away. Nathaniel looking at me with those cold, disgusted eyes.A sixty-day challenge.Did he laugh when I told him
NikolaiIt was a sight, seeing him without his glasses.His preppy, pretty-boy features were perfectly outlined. I could see every line, every curve, every stupid little imperfection that made him him.I could feel it, my fingers itching to trace them. Down his face, down to his collarbone, before
NathanielI glanced at my phone, which was ringing, and of course it was none other than my mother.Heavily I sighed, ended the call, knowing that she’s probably cursing my whole future.“Hey Lockwood.” Someone called, and turning around, I spotted Tyler, waving at me, and subconsciously I inhaled.
NathanielSweat trickled down my neck.And for some reason, I felt overly annoyed and nervous too.I glanced at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, staring at the QR code, which had a small location attached at the bottom.I twitched my glasses.Yeah, I finally got a new one after my pr
NikolaiSo today I choose violence….Wait that’s not right.Let’s go again.Waking up in the heavens blessed sunny Thursday morning, violence had decided to choose me to take its course in my hands, which of course there was no way I would refuse getting my hands soiled in some motherfucker’s blood







