Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rose in the Crossfire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

I hug my knees as I curl up closer to the headboard of the bed. My body trembled in fear and my lips quivered. A tear slips down my cheeks but I don't make a sound or say a word. I move my head for my chin to rest on my knees. I stare at the red bed stained with my blood as more tears run down my face. The thoughts of last night played in my head and I just couldn't shake it off.The whips, the terror of bondage. He was huge and hurt me so badly. In my attempt to free myself like I could, my wrists were red from continuous movements. He didn't stop. He didn't care. He continued, deriving pleasure from my pain, while I lay there helpless. He forced me to call him daddy and I clearly remember his little whispers of I love you and that I was his. Is this what love truly felt like? Pain and one-sided pleasure? After hours of ruminating about my horrible night with the man I called my uncle, I got down from the bed and headed out of the room after getting dressed. "Bianca." Elle's sof

Age doesn't determine braveness. Little Miss Motivational Speaker was now pinned down with no way to escape. Ten minutes should have gone by and I'm sure Elle should be gone by now, worried sick about me. "Who are you and why are you in my bedroom with a knife?" He takes the gun from my back pocket and throws it at the side of the bed. "And a gun?""Don't be dumb. I'm a serial killer." I mumble through the bed since my face was practically also pinned to it. I struggled my hand out of his grasp but another problem was he was kneeling beside me on the bed, pinning my neck to the bed too."I know one when I see one. Now tell me who the fuck who truly are?"I feel his hand continuously tighten and loosen on me like he was trying to be gentle. "Don't go easy on me," I warn him. "Because I won't go easy on you when you free me."He's quiet for a moment then his hands leave me. Thinking I'm free, I move to quickly grab my gun and shoot at him, but then I gasp and bounce back to the bed wh

The air was quiet and I didn't know what to do. Nico wouldn't let me leave. There was no guard here and Nico probably thought it would be stupid to leave without anyone to watch me. So I stood with folded hands and watched Nico's actions, hating him with every second that went by. I took a step back from the pool of blood flowing out of the guard's busted head. It was a horrible sight but I knew I needed to get used to it because from what it seemed, I and Nico would be doing a lot of harmful things. I hadn't thought of Elle since I woke. I was beginning to feel bad for putting her in this mess and worried about where she was, but then I relaxed a bit when I remembered no one had hurt her the other day. I hoped she was fine anyway, these people are not to be trusted. Salvatore probably left her unharmed so she could warm up his bed while I paid for our sins. I hear the door open and close and my eyes drift up to the stairs to see who it is. Nico on the other hand didn't bother and

I still couldn't believe Salvatore had forced me to do it yesterday. I didn't know if a part of me should be glad I had a job. It wasn't exactly a job cause I doubt Salvatore would be paying me a penny. I know I've always wanted to live a normal life and having a job was part of it, but not this. I didn't plan to work at a club and most especially, I can't classify this as a normal life because I'm being forced to work and then return to bondage until the sun sets again. The only thing I could manage to be happy about was the fact that I at least got to leave the house. Maybe this could open me to chances of getting to Salvatore. I grab my phone from the bed and head outside. It was 11 pm already. I was expected to be at the club before 10 as a worker but I purposely delayed. I find peace going against Salvatore's orders. "Bianca." I turn to Elle, standing at the front door. "Good luck." I furrow my brows at her making her chuckle. "Don't get into trouble," she warns but in a frie