Chapter 83

The drinks flowed.

I ate, laughed and had a good time.

He was polite and charming; I liked him, his eyes where captivating and sincere.

After dinner and a walk around the city as we talked and got to know eachother, he asked me to come to his hotel with him. I was hesitant at first but decided that what the hell, who could really get hurt. We had talked about art. He was an art dealer and own several art galleries, in Europe as well as in the US, so I asked the stupid question of what he was doing here in Mexico, and to my surprised his expression was confused. –I'm here for you, Bella"- he smiled bigger. I was surprised at his answer but shrugged it of as a come-on, after all he had been flirty all through the night.

When we entered his hotel suite, I got a glimpse of the opulence he represented. The room was large and beautifully decorated in soft gold's and pearl shades, the living room area had sumptuous couches and Victorian style furniture.

He handed me a drink and I sipped it watching him move across the room, loosening his tie and removing his suit jacket. He sat on one of the couches letting his arms extend on the back of it, looking completely at easy as I moved closer and sat next to him. I knew what was happening, this was not new. But I'd be damned if he got to be in control.

I slowly touched the buttons of his white button down shirt, carefully undoing them. His skin was tanned and toned. He was handsome to any standards but the glint in his eyes was a little intimidating.

I moved closer and put the glass on the coffee table in front of us. My eyes never leaving his, I moved closer and my lips touched the soft hairless skin of his chest. His fingers wound in my hair, and I felt his hands stroke my head. The shock of the force that he used to shove my head on to his groin was surprising that I squeaked involuntarily. I moved my hands and he captured them with one of his. The move startled me.

-"Do you really think I was going to be gentle and sweet to you all night?"- His voice sneered against my ear.

I whimpered, and he moan in pleasure. As if my discomfort aroused him.

I felt the hardness of his member against my check as he kept my face pressed to it, I tried to lift myself up, I wasn't really going to struggle or make noises that I knew would only goad him on. I knew his type he would more likely get off from hurting me then by the actual sex.

I felt him take a deep breath and then I was free.

-"Get on the bed now, you dirty cunt"- His voice was a frightening whisper.

I moved quietly but in my haste I tripped and landed face down on the gold thick rug, the dark marble floor underneath making my knees and elbows sting in pain.

He laughed and moved closer to me.

–"This is going to be so good"- his voice was too close making me shiver.

My mind started to wonder if this would be it for me, was I being punished for something I did. Will I be saved like before? But nothing happened; I was alone in this place with a man that would hurt me.

I felt him pick me up and take me to the bed, I didn't struggle my fear paralyzing me. He tied my wrists to the iron headboard and my legs to the end, I was immobile and still frozen in fear, my voice was gone, I'd been here before, well not exactly but it was familiar, the fear the desperation the loss of voice and the pain in my head. The heat started to quicken in my belly, as it shot from my head, I felt it in my arms and legs, going down to my hands and feet. My eyes where closed and I could hear myself in the back of my mind chanting words that I didn't even know I could say. The quickness of my speech was filled by a noise in my ears like static, it was like when you turn on a television set and there is no reception. The noise was deafening that my brain was completely drowned by it. My inner-voice was low trying to filter trough the noise but it seamed so faint that I could only be in my mind.

I felt the bed dip in the left side and hands where at my breasts, he squeezed them roughly and ripped my dress down, I kept my eyes shut and my breathing steady. I knew what would happened, I had to be away in my brain, not present when this happened, I knew that if I was here that I would not survive this time.

Another pair of hands touched my thighs and then my eyes flew open. The beady eyes and sneering smile of Caius hovered over me. He said nothing but roughly pinched my nipples, his hands grabbing and twisting my skin painfully, I held my breath not wanting him to hear me voice the pain. I watched as Alec approached Caius from behind, his bare chest flushed to Caius's back. Large hands caressing Caius' neck and shoulders. And then leaning his face close to his ear and kissing the skin there, Caius turned and crushed his lips to Alec's, the searing kiss was more brutal than intimate.

I turned my head away from them still unable to use my voice and close my eyes to block everything, I startled a little as I felt the sharpness of the knife when Alec cut my panties off.

I was exposed and helpless against them.

At that moment I knew that I was dead.