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WARNING This chapter does contain a lot of mature content so if anyone is underage or uncomfortable with that, I advise you to skip over this chapter. Thanks.

How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So condescending unnecessarily critical
I have the tendency of getting very physical
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle

Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

"Harder to Breathe" Maroon 5

Chapter 4

My eyes fluttered open as I awoke from that god-awful dream I had. Funny, but it seemed so real that I was still sweating from my panic. I stretched my body as a long sigh escaped from my mouth, and I felt something cold and hard resting on my wrists.

My movements stilled as I realized just what it was: chains.

"A souvenir," called a voice from across the room. His voice.

A strangled sound came from deep within my throat, one of utter terror. I'm going to die, I thought. This man will probably torture me to death. Now I knew why he had fought so hard against my rape. I felt completely and entirely helpless.

A laugh bubbled in my throat; I couldn't stop it. If I hadn't already lost my mind, I would soon. And he just stood there, frowning down at me. Then his hand came to my throat and pressed hard enough to make my eyes flare.

"If you faint again, I'll beat you," he growled.

Was that supposed to reassure me? The he released me and moved away from the bed. I took deep breaths as an attempt to compose myself. He wouldn't torture me just yet—he had brought me here solely to frighten me.

"Are you calm yet?"

"Yes," I mumbled quietly.

"Although I have the right to kill you, I won't."

I hadn't realized how tense I had been until I slumped into the mattress with relief. I couldn't believe how fortunate I was.

"Don't be mistaken. You will be punished. And my reprisal will be like for like. As your father intended take my life, your life in turn belongs to me. You will be treated exactly as I, and your only savior is the fact that you could be pregnant. We both know you are, and so as you stole my flesh from me, I will take the baby from you when it is born."

"No," I said quietly. There was no way I would let him keep my baby, especially since Dan and my dad were going to take it anyway.

"No?!" he asked incredulously.

"This baby is mine. I bear it, and I will give birth to it," I said.

"You stole this baby from me," he exploded. "This child will never be yours."

"But it is," I responded. "And I will keep it. Why do you even want it?"

"I keep what is mine. And you are mine also, to handle however I please. Continue to argue with me and you'll regret it," he threatened.

That stopped me from saying anything further. I had seen then how close to the edge he was and I didn't want to risk my luck anymore. He had already showed the decency of sparing my life.

"I can see now how stupid you are," he sneered. "Your un-intelligent plan to get pregnant-"

"It wasn't my plan."

"You show nothing but foolishness. Never interrupt me again. Don't give me any of your worthless excuses. And never mention the vile crime you did to me. Were you not the one to come and force me-"but he was too angry to finish.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out, knowing that it would never be enough.

"Oh, you'll be sorry, alright. But do me a favor and mollify my rage. I hardly recognize you in clothes, Haley. Remove them."

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My breathing stopped as I closed my eyes in dismay. I knew he hated me but to have me undress in front of him.

"If I need to assist you…"

"No! I'll do it," I said.

I turned around to unbutton my shirt, but his hand was gripping my shoulder within minutes. I stared up at him.

"You know I need the sight of you stripping to get my blood going. That's why you did it all those nights," he said. "Whoever taught you did so well. But know that if you don't satisfy my thirst for restitution, I'll bring in others. I doubt they'll be as disgusted by you as I am."

I glanced into his cruel eyes and wondered if he'd make good on his threat. He looked angry enough to do it. But he said he wanted like for like and watching me be raped by others wouldn't be the same thing, would it?

I wasn't taking any chances. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it over my head. My hands went to my jeans to un-zip them when I glanced up. Nathan was staring at me with an intense look filled with lust. I couldn't imagine why, though. I didn't look the least bit appealing. I was sweaty and nervous and felt disgusting.

He continued to stare at me before he muttered an oath and headed towards the bed.

"Please, no," I said as I realized he was picking up the chains. "I promise I won't fight you."

"It will be the same," he said in a hard voice. "Exactly the same."

I looked at how the chains were spread at the end of the bed, preventing me from closing my legs. "That is not the same."

"Certain things must be changed," he replied. "My legs didn't have to be open. Yours do."

Ugh, he was ruthless. I couldn't believe the level of odium he was stooping to.

"You're taking too long," he said. "Stop trying my patience."

I yanked my underwear off and headed for the bed. As I lied down, I moved my legs to the dreaded chains.

"Spread them." I groaned inwardly, but I wasn't going to disobey him. "Wider," he added.

I gasped ad his fingers enclosed my ankles and slipped them through the chains. The chains had not fit tight enough, however, and the weight of the chain pulled down and caught on my arch and heel. He muttered a curse when the chain didn't extend far enough over the top of the bed to reach my wrists.

"I guess I have to make another exception for you," he said in a displeased voice. I inwardly hoped that he would relinquish the chains entirely.

I should have known better when he came to me with two strips of cloth that he bound to my wrists, then the manacles.

I tested the binds to experience what it felt like. My eyes closed and I was caught by an overwhelming sense of panic. My god, this was horrible. Had he felt this helpless and afraid? No, all he felt was rage.

My eyes flew open as I felt a gag shoved into my mouth. I must have forgotten about that part, but he surely hadn't.

Satisfaction blazed in his eyes as he took in the helplessness of me. I wished I hadn't seen it, but the evidence of his readiness gave me a small amount of relief. If he was satisfied, he wouldn't force other men on me.

"Are you a virgin here, I wonder, as you were there?" he questioned as his hands came to my breasts. I didn't understand why he was trying to ready me. He was ready and that was all that mattered.

All I felt was the heat of his palms, and in a moment of surprise, I realized they were gentle. He started playing with my breasts, teasing them, but when he ended with a frown, I got worried. I hadn't yet realized it was how unaffected I was by his touch in which he was angry about.

His hand moved between my legs as his finger thrust inside of me. I just groaned in discomfort as his frown grew darker.

"You think you'll deny the shame you gave me when you came to my room? I don't think so." But I didn't have time to wonder what that meant. I began to tremble with fear.

"Close your eyes, damn you. It's good that you fear me, but I can't have you blubbering every time I frown. Put you fear aside right now. I order it."

Was he mad? Did he think I could just throw away my fright when he said?

I closed my eyes anyway. Then he began caressing me, and not just my breasts, but all over. His hands were soothing and I welcomed his touch, trying to appease him. I began to relax.

I began to feel the texture of his callous yet gentle hands, the warmth of his breath when he leaned in close, goose bumps whenever he touched a sensitive area.

I was so relaxed when his mouth closed in on my breast that I barely felt even a moment of alarm before it vanished. Heat engulfed me as I felt the tingles of pleasure he was causing. It was not an unpleasant feeling.

His hand drifted to the junction of my thighs, and I stiffened a little. But he didn't try to thrust a finger in me. Instead he just continued to stroke me there, softly. The more I relaxed, the more sensations I felt.

I hadn't even been aware of him moving over me until I felt him gently slide into my warmth, and my eyes went to his in surprise. His were filled with male triumph and he leaned over so I could feel the length of him.

"Now you know how traitorous a body can be," he purred. "Despite how you forced me, you made me want this, and so I've done the same to you.

I shook my head but he only laughed and continued to thrust more deeply.

"Deny it all you want but you wanted me to take you. That was what I wanted. For you to feel how I felt, even though the feelings weren't welcome. And the shame will continue every time I come to you, and you won't be able to resist me. You'll want it just as much as I did."

And he was right. Each plunge made me crave him harder, deeper, more. I felt limp and sated and, as he had said, ashamed.

I truly felt what he had. The hate that he could make me fell this and I had no control whatsoever, and I hated him for showing me that.

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