Chapter 2 Living and vital

CHRISTINE...

“Do not lie to me, woman. I know you have had my baby three years ago.”

His words hit my head like an accusation. I mean what is this man? And what the hell is he saying!?

I wanted to ask so many questions but my almost frozen mind could not utter a single word and only stared at him with eyes widened.

His fiery golden eyes were doing the most of it. Something was appalling in him.

"I... I do...n't know what... you are sa...ying..." I somehow muttered little words.

His eyes blazed and for a split second, he narrowed his eyes as if confusion passed him, which was gone immediately, throwing me into question if I watched it right.

He stood up, still eyes burying me. Clearly, he is not believing me.

"Marco." He said a name, more as he commanded it and the dusty white guy approached beside him silently, handing him a black file.

What is in that?

I kept watching his movement with a tornado forming in my mind. And his eyes were finally removed from me and focused on the file.

Name: Christine Williams

Age: 23

Personality: Simple and does not care about trending styles. Fond of bright colours.

Occupation: A third-rate novelist... Writes erotica short stories to make a living...

Announcing my biodata with his deep voice, he glanced at me with some dark holds in them. His brow arched and I swear upon God, I saw an evil smirk!

My eyes were immediately removed from his. Fuck! My novelist identity is unknown to people and only God knows how they get to know about it.

Did this man stalk me?!

"An adoptive daughter, raised by the Williams family." I heard him reading again.

"This is all your information, and nothing is wrong. Right? Or, should I read more about all your friends and relatives, huh?" He raised the file before my eyes and I nodded unconsciously under his powerful aura.

"Then the information of you having my seed is also true." He pointed the gun again at me, keeping his finger on the trigger this time.

"Don't play with my patience, woman. Where is the baby?" His movements were very impatient and I am scared of this type.

What if he pulls the trigger accidentally and I am done for!

I stood up with my trembling legs, my heart was racing at a high speed, and surely my pressure was getting high. But, even if he killed me now, I could not give him the baby.

Because I don't have one!

"I... I don't know what you know about me! But, I don't know you!? I have always been single all my life! How would I have a baby!?"

Don't know what came over me. But, I said out loud. And I was telling the truth!

First, he stalked me. Then kidnapped me. And now demanding a baby which was his! Yet I don't know him at all!

Is he insane? Or someone ran of out the mental asylum? Because what I know is, if there is a baby in the belly then it shows before eyes!

Specially the person carrying it! Moreover, for that, I need to have sex and this man here... I swear I never went to bed with him! If I did, I wouldn't have forgotten this... gorgeous feature.

A dark flicker crossed his eyes and the golden part flashed for a second. He was still a few steps away from me and in the next second he had me pinned to the cold stone wall behind me.

A painful whimper left my lips as my right cheek pressed to the cold wall and my arms were held tight on my back by him. His rigorous body was pressing my back I felt his one leg between my legs, preventing me to move even a bit.

"Then let me check how true your words are spoken." His husky whisper and hot breath chilled me down inside.

A sudden click sound of a lock came to my ear and the cold touch on my wrists made me realize the situation more.

He had me handcuffed! Where the hell did it come from?

I tried to struggle but I did not have enough strength to fight this guy! He is too strong!

He forced me to face him, pressing my body against the wall as his fingers wrapped around my throat.

"Please..." I pleaded but only a squeaky sound left my lips under his abusive torture.

And before I know it, his other hand tore my nightdress over me, leaving me all naked before his evil eyes.

When his warm hand touched my cold skin, I shivered uncontrollably and felt more humiliated.

Though I was in a nearly see-through gown. But, it was better than standing naked! I don't even know if the other two men were still in the room or not.

I glared at him yet his eyes fell on my abdomen as he traced the scar there with his rough fingers, tickling me!

"Here is the proof. Say you had my baby! Say it!" He growled, pinching that part.

I shook my head, whimpering continuously. Things were not what he was thinking! The scar is from my appendix operation!

Anger rose in him with my denial and I could see my destruction right before me! His grip on my throat tightened, shooting a sense of pain in me.

"Very well, then let's inspect it further." He said. His words were like lava rolling from my lips as his hand slipped between my forbidden place.

My struggle heightened and my screams started growing. Eyes shut in disgust. "Let me go! Please!" Shaking my head, I kept trying to stop him.

Suddenly, his fingers freed my throat and I squeaked, thinking he was finally being kind. But, I was wrong. Because his lips immediately sealed mine, biting my tender lips and stopping me from shouting.

I was adamant about not opening my lips. He was obsessed with hurting me and forcefully opening my lips, he bit my tongue.

I flinched in pain. A salty test I could feel. My blood.

His perverted hands touched my folds and they were surprisingly wet. I am ticklish there. The touch felt a lot more familiar.

I could feel his smirk of victory in my mouth.

I don't know who the shameless one is. Him or my body?

As his fingers kept trailing to my forbidden place, tears of shame, embarrassment and disgust started rolling from my eyes.

If I could, I want to die at this moment.

Suddenly, my eyes opened and everything before me started moving other than him. A pull of energy was afloat and a scream came out from the depth of my soul.

"AAAh..."

My eyes opened, my heart racing and my arms hugged me, looking around when a realization hit me.

I blinked, rubbed my eyes and then took a close look at my surroundings again. I am not in the dungeon anymore but in a well-decorated room!

Wait... This is my bloody room!