Warning for this chapter.
Chapter 4
''I'm going to finish what we started back at my place,'' he said, ''I'm not going to kill you, not before we finish what we started,'' he added in a whisper.
Sam tensed and tried to get out of his grip, but he was stronger than she was and he held his arm tightly around her waist. His other arm moved around her neck and he pulled her backwards, and when he arrived at the couch in the middle of the room he seemed to think of where to put her, because he stood looking between the couch and the wall. Then he made his decision, and he pushed her against the wall, one arm around her neck still while the other grabbed both of her hands above her head.
''You're probably wondering how I found you,'' he said suddenly, and when she didn't reply he continued, ''you left a trail – even though you think you didn't – and I was able to find you pretty soon. I've had you followed for the past week or so,'' he grinned, ''you were just plain stupid, you know – booking a trip to Hawaii,'' he suddenly pushed his hips forward, and she moaned in pain.
''Why are you doing this – I can just give you back the money and you can go,'' she whispered, and she felt her eyes sting when she saw the look on his face.
''I know I can do that – but you have to understand that is not what I want,'' he told her, '' I don't need that money, I don't even care you took it, this is all about revenge – you stole something from me, and it doesn't matter what, but I have my pride,'' he said, and then suddenly he glared at her and pressed his arm – the arm around her neck, and she gasped for air. He let go, smiling, and she gasped for air some time longer before looking at him again.
''Then what – what are you going to do?'' she asked, trying to buy some time to find a way out.
''We're going to have so much fun,'' he whispered before he crushed his lips on her in a hard kiss. Sam tried to move her head away, but he didn't let her get away. Ciro released her arms, and she started hitting him everywhere she could, but he didn't seem to feel any of it while his hands roamed over her body. She felt the tears that had been stinging in her eyes fall, and she tried struggling out of his grip even harder, hitting him wherever she could but he didn't move. Then he moved his mouth to her neck, and she screamed.
''Stop, get off,'' she yelled at him, and he looked up with anger in his eyes. After all the hitting she had done, the struggling – the yelling was what made him angry. He balled his fist and hit her in the face, making her head slam into the wall behind her, causing her to see stars in her eyes.
''You better shut your mouth, bitch,'' he growled, and she shook her head. He saw it, and slammed her against the wall once again, and then pulled her from it and threw her on the couch. Sam saw her chance and scrambled up, trying to get away, but he just smiled and jumped over the coffee table, grabbed her waist and let himself fall on top of her. The air left her body with a 'whoosh', and she gasped for breath while he turned her around.
''Ciro, you don't have to…'' she whispered, still a little out of breath, but he didn't listen. He grabbed the top of her bikini and ripped it off, and she screamed. He brought his knee up in a strange position, kicking her in her stomach. She moaned in pain, and he continued caressing her, as she tried to push him off of her. Ciro grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head with one of his hands, and then he laid down on top of her and started kissing her. He kissed her mouth, moved to her neck and her breasts, while she was struggling to get away from him.
''Please,'' she begged him, and he just smiled and continued kissing her. She knew there was no way out of this, and she couldn't help but let her tears fall. Sam could feel them in her neck and she could feel them roll in her hair. He removed his jeans, taking his boxers in the same movement, and she started sobbing. Struggling against his grip, she could feel the bruises form on her wrists, and when he laid back down he slapped her in the face hard, causing her to see stars again, and she stopped struggling for a moment. The moment was long enough for Ciro to rip the panties and he pushed himself inside her in one swift movement.
''No!'' Sam screamed in pain when he started moving, and she tried to get away, she tried to get him to stop, but he was just too strong, and as he pushed in and pulled out he smiled at her. Ciro slapped her every time she cried out, and she felt dizzy and lightheaded when he finally reached his orgasm and collapsed on top of her. Sam didn't feel anything – she felt numb – and she stared ahead of her, past Ciro to the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. Sam pushed against him and he rolled off of her, and she crawled in a corner, hugging her knees against her chest. Ciro laughed and got up in sitting position.
''You really did act like you didn't like it,'' he said to her, as he pulled up his boxers and his jeans, and she shook her head. She didn't want to say anything, she just wanted him to leave, ''I think I'll keep you around – so that whenever I need something I can come here,'' he whispered, and she felt a chill run up and down her back.
''No,'' she said, her voice stronger than she felt, and he widened his eyes and laughed.
''I don't think you have a choice there – or you rather want to die?'' he asked, and when she nodded he frowned, but then smiled, ''ok, babe, you get your wish,'' he added, and he started walking towards her. When he stood in front of her he grabbed her hair, and started chocking her in one movement. Sam gasped for air and he just smiled at her, and then he suddenly let go of her. She collapsed on the floor gasping for breath, but he didn't give her time to recover as he started kicking her. Sam rolled up in fetal position, praying it would be over soon, just before she blacked out.
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Jason laid in bed feeling like something bad had happened, but he had called Sonny to ask if everything was ok, and Sonny had told him everything was just fine.
''Come on, Jase – you don't feel like that because you think something happened, you're just afraid what will happen when you get to Sam,'' he heard Carly say in the background, and he knew she was right. He was afraid of what would happen when he got to Hawaii, and he knew he had to just relax.
''Thanks, tell Carly I love her and tell the boys – I'm going to go sleep now,'' Jason said, and he heard Sonny mumble something before disconnecting the line.
Jason still didn't feel comforted, and he wanted to make sure he got to Sam as soon as possible. He had called Sonny back, telling him he needed the jet, and Sonny had told him the jet would pick him up the next morning. Jason felt like that couldn't be soon enough, and when he stepped in the bed in the hotel room, he felt like he could lie awake all night. He didn't expect the sleep to come as quickly as it came.
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Her whole body ached, as Sam made her way through the darkness that surrounded her, and she tensed when she heard something – or someone – move around the house. She didn't open her eyes, because she didn't want him to think she was still alive. Suddenly she felt something against her throat, and she screamed.
''No, don't do it again, please, I cant-''
''Sam, Sam, come on,'' she heard a small voice, and she opened her eyes as wide as she could and saw Denny sitting in front of her.
''Denny – go, go away,'' she whispered, her voice painful of screaming. He shook his head and she opened her mouth to tell him to go again, when he raised his hand. She flinched, even though she knew he wouldn't hurt her.
''Sam, I'm not going away, and I'm not going to hurt you – but you need to go to the hospital,'' he said, and he sounded like a grown man when he said that.
''No, Denny, you need to go,'' she said softly, '' what if he comes back…'' she suddenly realized how she must look, and she tried to cover herself. Denny stared at her and then looked away.
''Come on, we need to get you to a hospital,'' Denny insisted, but she shook her head even though it hurt, and started getting up. She flinched but didn't stop, and when she was sitting she moaned in pain, ''you're bleeding,'' Denny suddenly said, and she looked down to the floor and saw the blood. She knew where it was coming from, and she moaned again.
''Denny – please, just go,'' she said, ''I don't want to go to the hospital, I just want…'' she stopped talking, when she saw he got up and held out his hand. She stared at him, and he smiled weakly at her.
''If you're not going to the hospital I can't force you and I wont, but you need to clean up,'' he told her, and she nodded and tried to get up herself, but she couldn't, and he sighed, ''come on, I'm here, I'll help you – I'm stronger than I look,'' Denny said, and she nodded in defeat and took his hand, trying to make sure she didn't lean on him to heavily. Once she stood, she moaned again but bit through the pain and started walking – with Denny's help – to the bathroom.
''You need to leave right now,'' she said sternly, and he nodded, but he turned on the water first, and looked at her, ''go,'' she snapped, and immediately felt guilty for snapping.
''I'm going to stay here until you come out – I'll put down some clothes and towels, and wait for you,'' he told her, and she sighed, but nodded. Sam didn't want the boy to see anything, but it was already too late. He nodded again and left the bathroom, and she stepped under the stream of hot water and sank down to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
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She didn't feel any better when she got out of the shower – if anything she felt worse. Sam just wanted to crawl in bed and never get out. She carefully dried herself off, surprised to see bruises all over her body – she didn't think he had hit her everywhere – and got dressed. She was grateful that Denny had done what he had said – bringing her clothes – and when she had brushed her hair she stepped out of the bathroom.
''Sam,'' she heard behind her softly, and she turned around slowly to look at Denny, who was standing behind her, ''are you feeling better?'' he asked her, and she nodded, even though she didn't feel any better. She felt violated, and her whole body ached.
''Thank you, Denny. Now you need to go home – and don't tell anyone about this, ok?'' she said softly, her throat ached. He shook his head sadly, and then looked up to her with tears in his eyes and she felt sorry for the boy.
''I don't have a home – I've been breaking in this cottage when it was empty,'' he whispered, and she sighed and lifted his chin.
''If you want, you can stay here – but you have to promise me not to steal anything,'' she said, and he nodded, his eyes wide, ''it's not that I don't trust you, but you are…''
''I know – I understand, and I will never steal anything from you, believe me,'' he told her, a smile spreading his face.
''Ok, you know where you sleep – I'm going to get something to drink and get to bed myself, so do whatever you want,'' she said, and he nodded.
''I walked around and locked the place for you,'' he told her before he left to go to bed, and she sighed in relief. She slowly walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, turned the cap off and took a long drink. She sat down and flinched when everything in her body screamed in agony, and she decided it was time to go to bed. She knew it would be hard to sleep, but she had to at least try.
