All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 181 - Chapter 189

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I won't tell daddy

Liam. I squirm on the bed, eyes closed tightly. My head is pounding, aching. Beads of sweat soak my body. There are flashes of things going through my head like a broken record. It makes my chest heave. *Five-year-old me is seated in the car, the seatbelt fastened around me. My mother is beside me, looking pensive. I don't know where we are, but it's dark. I think hard and look around, my vision balancing in the dark, enabling me to see the vehicles in repair, some were hanging on car lifters, others stripped down to their frames. That's when I realized it's a garage. Daddy used to take me to the garage where he repairs his cars, too. Maybe we're here to see him? Or does mom want to repair her car, too? “Mom, why are we here?” I ask her, still looking around and swinging my legs. “Don't ask questions. Just sit there like I told you.” She snaps, her harsh voice making me flinch. I hate it when she talks to me like that. It makes me scared of her. But dad isn't like that.

Pee-pee monster

Liam. I hate that I'm doing this right now— heading to the barracks after I’ve avoided it all week. I don't know how I'll feel if I set eyes on Michael again, but these flashes of things in my mind are becoming too much. I kind of feel he might know something I don't. I've long since held on to my hatred for him that harbouring new emotions for my father seems foreign to me. I feel so devastated. That's how I've been feeling since waking up from that dream.It doesn't make sense to me. Did that ever happen? Why was it erased from my mind entirely? It's crazy how I need answers, but Dominus is long gone, silent like a ghost in my mind. I'm completely susceptible to things I do not understand. It's nearing the end of fall, and the air is cool, biting softly against my bare arms. It carries the scent of the pine trees that line the pathway to the barracks. Hanging around the perimeters are our men, guns in hand. Some are gathered around the bonfire lit in the middle of the ba

Too late

Liam. It's been over two weeks since I visited the barracks. Since I last set my eyes on Michael. Word has it that he's getting better. On some days, Igor, Boaz, and Tits make them do frog jumps for them, using Michael and the rest as entertainment. Other days, they are forced into hard labour. Boaz would make my father fetch water from the lake and force him to pour it into a tiny bottle. If water spills, Boaz would whip him. They've made him lie on hot sand naked, facing the sun as they lacerate his skin. This time I didn't join them. I don't even watch them do it because it makes my heart clench. I've not been the Merciless I transformed into being. I feel more like the small boy I was many years ago. Hence, I avoided anything concerning Michael, even Laura, these past weeks. I try to live in denial, but the more I force it, the more the images I dread flood my mind. I'm so scared that I don't eat, nor do I communicate with anyone. I just stick to myself, I walk in the sha

Gift of betrayal

Laura.Liam's wail reaches every corner of the villa as Raven burns his skin with a hot knife. The long chain bolted to the ceiling holds him aloft with his arms raised above his head, like the prisoner he is.His body dangles helplessly as Raven punishes him. His skin sizzles and burns under the hot knife, wafting the air with acrid scent along with the metallic scent of blood.This has been his condition since he was caught trying to help my husband and his friends escape.I don't know what made him change his mind, but I've an inkling he found out the real truth and decided to act fast.Unfortunately, his plans didn't push through. Igor caught him. It appeared they've been keeping an eye on Liam ever since, but Liam wasn't aware.I can't help but feel pity for him because he's as much a victim as we all are. His abuse began right from a young age, so I don't blame him for being the way he once was.Right now, this boy hanging from the ceiling in chains is a far cry from the Liam I

A visitor

Laura.“You've got visitors.” Boaz walks into my cell– the bedroom, and announces. He doesn't even mind knocking.None of them do.I've grown accustomed to being intruded upon, even if I'm in the bathroom, naked or not.It's already eleven in the morning, and I'm left gathering myself together after Raven wrecked me apart last night.I only decided to distract myself from my misery by writing down Morse code.It's been ages since I did that.Maisie and I used to learn it together back at Grams’ place. Apparently, one of grandma Shirley's customers was a retired soldier.The old man used to teach us Morse code together whenever he came to grams coffee shop.This morning, I decided to play with that knowledge, that's why I'm with a paper and pen.And the code I've been writing is about our captivity. I pretend to be writing it for Maisie.I scribble nonchalantly on the paper, ignoring Boaz, who's standing by the door.“Didn't you hear me?” He barks. “I said you've got visitors!”I write

Ceremony of doom

Laura. *Two Weeks Later* I've waited patiently for intervention to come, for help, but it seemed too far-fetched. Two whole weeks have gone by, and there are no signs of Maisie, much less Boris and Oleg. I don't even know whether Patricia delivered my message at all. Now, my hopes are dashed. Crushed into tiny pieces, I can't even seem to pick it up again. Tonight, my fate will be sealed— I’m being forced to wed Raven tonight. The upbeat music streaming from downstairs into the room is proof that this is happening. I'm marrying the man who murdered my parents. I'm marrying the man who forced himself on me time and time again. I'm marrying the monster that forced me to divorce my husband and kept him in prison for over two months. It's a horrible tale. A dreadful path to walk in, but some things can't be avoided, as they say, and I guess this is one of them. Footsteps echo behind me as I stand before the mirror, examining myself. I have hundreds of scars on my body inflicted

Thief in the night

Michael. I thought I'd experienced the worst misery in the world before. I thought that after being locked for three months in a water tunnel where sharks made a meal out of me, nothing would ever be as painful, but I was wrong. Being held prisoner in a tunnel is not as painful as seeing my wife being abused for the past two months. It's not as painful as seeing my son torture me. Lately, I'm a shadow of myself. A man broken beyond repair.My life is invariably tied to Laura's. Whatever pain she feels, I feel it too. Whatever misery. I'm not broken because I'm being tortured. I'm broken because my wife is hurt, and worst of all, I can't do anything to help her. We were taken by surprise, crippled before I could even wrap my head around it. Now, I'm nothing more than a slave in hard labor on my own property. A punching bag for my son and his allies.Liam has tortured me with hot iron, electrified me, lacerated me, and waterboarded me. I've been forced to ràpe teenage girls I'd n

Save my wife

Michael. Redemption comes when it's least expected. Mine is here, and I grab it with two hands, not minding the map of bruises on my body.“Boris.” Bones calls, the hammer dropping from his hand. It lands with a faint thud on the floor. Boris bows his head, speaking. “We got a Morse code sent by the queen. She demanded Pahkan Oleg's help immediately in the villa.” Laura…Something swims through me. Pride, I guess. Despite her suffering, my woman didn't stop being strong. She didn't stop fighting for me and our people. I never even knew she was adept with Morse code. “I'm sorry it took us so long to come. We had to train our new recruits for the mission…” “How many men are here?” Bones asks, cutting through Boris's words. “A hundred men…” I trade glances with Bones. “They've more but can make do with a hundred men.” They nod, preparing for the impending battle. Wordlessly, Boris unzips the waist bag he's carrying and pulls out a small container with a transparent liquid. He

Form a wall

Laura. I thought my world had ended, my fate sealed with the demon called Raven as the ceremony progressed. My mind was in a daze. Everything Boaz was saying fell on deaf ears. I just stood there like a tree, unmoving. His men chatter boisterously, hailing their demon boss as he spills vows he's never going to keep. Their mock excitement sickened me.The moment Raven put his stupid ring on me, the crowd whistled, applauding their boss for bagging a slave, not a wife. While they were happy, I was drowning in misery.Just when Raven was about to kiss me, the loud crack of a gunshot echoed. That's when my hope revived. Help came. Murmurs ripple through the crowd as the men exchange looks, fearful and confused ones. One group left to find out the cause, and we heard another sizzling blast of gunshots followed by roars. Screams. The pungent smell of blood wafts into the air. That's when tension arose, thick like plumes of smoke in the air. I noticed Raven shaking visibly, his

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