Chapter 14

"If you don't do what I say, so help me god Nalani, I will kill him."

Nalani trembled from head to toe, staring up at her attacker through wide terrified blue eyes, curled up in a tight fetal position. Blood poured out of her mouth, her cheek completely on fire from being backhanded and she was pretty sure a few of her teeth had been jostled. Her naked form was covered from head to toe in handprint bruises, cringing when her attacker bent down to brush strands of hair from her face.

"Three months, Nally. Three months you have to leave him or I will come back and finish the job," He paused briefly, his mouth lowering to hover just above her ear. "Just like I did with your precious slut sister."

Nalani's eyes shot open when she heard that and caused the tears to fall even harder, covering her face with her hands. "No…" She whispered, crying out when he planted his boot in her abdomen once more, forcing more blood to pour out of her mouth as she coughed violently.

"What was that?" He gripped her hair, wrapping the beautiful honey locks in his fingers, deadly blue eyes meeting hers. "I didn't quite hear you, sugar. Perhaps you need another reminder of what I'm capable of…" He suggested, already unfastening the belt on his jeans.

"NO! No please don't!" She managed to cry out, the pain overflowing every part of her body. "I-I swear I'll do it! I'll leave him; I'll never come back if that's what you want! Just don't kill him! D-Don't hurt another person I love!"

Sadistic laughter poured from his lips as he lowered her back to the floor, releasing her hair, forcing her to curl up once more. "Good girl, you know I still love you right?" When she didn't react to those words, he growled and kicked her again. "RIGHT?"

"Y-Yes…" She stammered out, wishing he would leave already as more tears flowed from her eyes. "P-Please don't hurt me anymore…"

He snorted, tempted to kick her in the head for good measure, but refrained. "Just do what I say and I won't hurt you, Nally." He promised, his voice returning to that soft soothing tone, running his finger lightly down her arm. "You were as tight as I remember, baby. So tight and good, I guess Mark doesn't have the right equipment to satisfy you, hmmm?"

Nalani closed her eyes tightly shut, wanting to tell him to go fuck himself, but honestly she couldn't handle another blow to the stomach. Mark fully satisfied her unlike this prick and knew he'd never measure up, no matter how many times he raped her. His touch made her skin crawl and Nalani felt the chunks already rising in her throat, but she was too weak to move. If only Mark had been home, he was out of town on business and wouldn't be back for at least three days.

"Not a word to anyone about this, Nally." Her attacker ordered, those cold blue eyes piercing down at her deadly. "If you do, I'll find out about it and I'll come back to finish both of you off." He promised, already backing away out the door, having raped the woman in her own bed.

"I-I won't t-tell anyone…" She stammered out in her own promise and hoped he was leaving now, her entire body sore from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

"Good girl, goodbye Nally, I love you." Were the last words she heard, followed by the front door slamming shut and a car peeling out of the driveway.

Clumps of his auburn red hair were tangled in her fingers from fighting him off, but it was no use. He was much stronger than her and Nalani had been defenseless, having fought him off as hard as she could. She gave him a black eye and ended up getting one in return along with being raped repeatedly. Nalani lost count how many positions he forced her into, how many times he forced her to release against him, even as she screamed no.

It was no use though; he'd gotten what he wanted.

Now he was threatening Mark's life if she didn't leave within three months.

Nalani didn't know how long she was on the floor of the bedroom curled up, but eventually she'd passed out from pure exhaustion. It was the middle of the night when Nalani's eyes slowly fluttered open, every part of her body exploding with pain, fresh tears instantly sliding down her cheeks. She could barely move, every limb stiff, and knew she'd missed her shift at the diner along with probably several phone calls from Mark.

Groaning loudly, Nalani crawled on the carpet, using her elbows for leverage, her legs immobile at the moment. It took her ten minutes to reach the bathroom and another ten before she started the bath water. She smelled like her attacker and it made her physically sick, Nalani barely making it to the toilet before vomiting violently. Her entire body shook from head to toe as hot tears poured from her eyes, Nalani staying there until absolutely nothing was left in her stomach, dry heaving a few times.

How the hell could she allow her ex-boyfriend to rape her in the bed her and Mark made love in?

"Mark…" Nalani sobbed, wishing he was there to stop the attack, and felt helpless as she managed to move to the tub, shutting the water off.

Somehow, someway, Nalani pulled herself into the tub, crying out in sheer agony at the pure hot water. The throbbing between her legs wasn't ceasing, but Nalani didn't care. All she wanted to do was scrub his fingerprints and touch off of her body, grabbing the loofah sponge and proceeded to scrub her skin as hard and fast as she could. Nalani cried her heart out as she cleaned herself, knowing Mark wouldn't be able to touch her for at least a month due to how thick and deep the bruises were.

Some vessels were even broken, especially the one under her eye. She would need to use a lot of makeup to cover them up and knew Mark had a special salve he used whenever he had deep bruises he had to get rid of. She'd use some of that; most of them would be gone hopefully by the time he arrived home. Nalani knew Mark would think something was wrong, but honestly she didn't care, knowing she had to break his heart and leave the man she loved or he would be dead just like her sister and father.

The same monster who raped her had been the same one to take both of their lives and raped Nicole.

"Why?" Nalani had kept screaming at him while her clothes had been ripped from her body, strewn all over the room. "WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?!"

"BECAUSE I CAN, THAT'S WHY!" He roared back and backhanded her hard; the hunger in his eyes scaring Nalani more than anything, and that was the first of many backhands he had delivered.

Those words echoed in Nalani's mind, forcing her to grab her head and rocked back and forth in the tub, trying to rid herself of the horrific memory, but it kept coming.

"Do you know why that precious Calaway wanted you, Nally, huh?" He growled in her ear while penetrating her body repeatedly, raping her from behind while his fingers buried in her honey locks. "It's because he was in on it. Oh yeah, oh fuck here it comes…He was in on the whole deal, Nally baby. He wanted that money just as much as we did! You see, we have a history and…oh fuck yeah, goddamn you're so tight…he used to be a criminal, just like me. He used to rape innocent women and took what he wanted; he was in the crew just like me!"

"NO! YOU'RE LYING!" Nalani screamed out, raking her nails on the bedding while trying to crawl away from him, but he kept pulling her back as the thrusting became harder and faster. "MARK WOULD NEVER DO THAT!"

"YES HE DID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He slammed her head face first into the bedding while continuing to thrust in and out of her unwilling body, taking what he wanted. "Damn I never thought I'd feel this tight pussy around me again, goddamn you feel so good around me, Nally…"

"MARK!" She screamed out, shaking her head as another orgasm rippled throughout her body, which killed her because her body had succumbed to this monster. "NO!"

"Oh yeah…YES!" He growled out animalistically, not stopping as he continued riding out her orgasm, just wanting to feel her release repeatedly against him until he could go no longer. "He wanted your sister's pussy and took it just like I did and the rest of the guys. He was in on it, he was there that night. He knows all about who you really are, even as you tried hiding it from him, baby. And now he's off trying to cover his tracks, trying to track me down after you told him what happened that night at the mansion. He knows everything; he's not stupid by any means, Nally." The lies poured out of his mouth so smoothly that Nalani couldn't help starting to believe him, sobbing violently through heavy breathing while being continuously raped.

"STOP IT, SCOTT!"

Nalani snapped her head up and stared straight ahead at the wall, her entire body shaking as the memory of what her ex-boyfriend and attacker told her. Mark knew all about the Kensington murder and knew it was her sister and father? Was he really in on it? Did he actually rape her sister like Scott said, getting a piece? Nalani couldn't take it anymore and screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound reverberating off of the bathroom walls.

The memory of Nalani's confession flowed through her mind from the previous night and she couldn't stop it, forcing her to relive the agony all over again…

~!~

"Mark, I need to talk to you about something." Nalani said the previous evening, walking into the den as the fireplace crackled, knowing Mark was incredibly busy with work lately. "It's important."

Mark looked up from his paperwork and slowly trailed his eyes down her beautiful body clad in just a black nightgown. He nodded, seeing the seriousness in his girlfriend's eyes, and stood up from his chair to walk over to her. "Everythin' alright, darlin'?" He asked, running a finger down her cheek, pure concern in his green eyes, the firelight reflecting off of them.

Tears formed in her eyes as Nalani shook her head, simply taking his hand lacing their fingers together. "Let's go outside to talk, I need some air."

Mark didn't deny Nalani much and let her lead him out of the study toward the back porch, the sun having set on the horizon, painting the sky with different colors. She released his hand and walked over, leaning over the ledge, staring straight ahead as tears began pouring down her face. He could feel the pain radiating from her small body and walked over, wrapping his strong tattooed covered arms around her waist, pressing her back against his chest.

"Whatever it is, Nalani, we can work through it." He assured her, resting his chin on top of her head, knowing whatever Nalani said wouldn't change how he felt about her.

"It's not about us." Sniffling, Nalani leaned back against his chest as the comfort washed over her, her arms resting on top of his. "It's about my past." They'd been together for two years and Nalani knew it was finally time to come clean to him. "I can't keep this hidden from you anymore, Mark."

He didn't say one single word, knowing Nalani had a past that she refused to talk about with him…until now.

"My name is Nalani Olivia Kensington-Martin." She announced, feeling him tense behind her instantly, and slowly turned around to look up in those unreadable green eyes. "The murders that happened at the Kensington mansion three years ago were my family…"

The amount of guilt and sorrow in her eyes tore at Mark's heart, though he still refused to say anything.

"My baby sister, Nicole, was brutally raped and murdered alongside our father, Michael Kensington. The mansion was robbed and all the security guards had been killed. There were too many of them…" Nalani covered her mouth with her hand, turning away from him as more tears fell. "I wasn't there or I would've been killed too. I actually got into a fight with my father the night before they were viciously attacked, I was staying with Kaci. My father wanted me to…to marry my ex-boyfriend, Scott Mitchell." She didn't see the look in Mark's eyes because her back was turned to him, wiping her tears away. "He was a volatile man, vicious and cruel. I dated him for awhile and actually fell in love with him, but that all ended when I found video tapes in his apartment of him screwing other women. The dates were on them and he had a whole library full of them, boxes upon boxes. I watched maybe two and ended my relationship with him because I knew right then he knew exactly who I was and what he was after. My family's fortune."

Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing and walked over, wrapping his arms around her tighter than normal, knowing she needed it as she began crying harder. "It's alright darlin', I'm here and I'll never hurt ya." He promised, his mouth right by her ear, hoping she believed that.

"Even though you know who I really am?" She asked, slowly feeling her body being turned into their eyes locked together.

"I love you, Nalani, no matter where you come from." He ran the pad of his thumb across her soft lips, smiling to show her he wasn't walking away. "Darlin', nothin' you do or say will scare me away, you gotta believe that."

"My father…disowned me that night because I refused Scott's marriage proposal. I left my family and went to stay with Kaci and, a few days later, I wake up only to find out my entire family was murdered. My sister was only seventeen, Mark…seventeen…" Nalani dropped to her knees and sobbed, Mark lowering himself down with her, holding her as tight as he could without hurting her.

If Nalani only knew what Mark did, she would've run as far away from him as possible…

~!~

Breaking out of that memory, Nalani climbed out of the tub and winced because her entire body throbbed from the scalding hot bath. Her skin was beat red from how much she scrubbed, the bruises looking like dark black polka dots against her skin. Swallowing hard, Nalani wrapped herself in a towel and stumbled out of the bathroom, though she wouldn't go near the bed. Instead, Nalani made her way out of the bedroom door and down the hall to one of the spare bedrooms, trying not to knock anything down. She was in so much pain and all Nalani wanted was rest.

As soon as she collapsed on the fresh clean bed, the darkness quickly overtook her once more.