Lost in Me (Lost Duet #1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jesse

I can hear her crying through the door. I lean against it and listen to her pain, her suffering… I told her she could either make this easy or make this hard, and so far she has chosen to still go against me. She has chosen to not submit and just fucking give in to me.

I watched her with Shawn. I watched how he treated her. Is that what she wants? She wants a fucking criminal? A fucking drug dealer. I followed him. I watched him do his deals. I watched the women look at him, wanting him.

Does she really think he will settle down for her? Men like him don’t fucking change. Men like him don’t fucking settle down with one woman. It doesn’t matter to men like him. Why the fuck can’t she see that? Has she really accepted the man that Shawn is? How the fuck can she accept a man like him, but not learn to love a man like me? Me and Shawn are so fucking different, yet we are the same in many ways. We just go about things differently, that is all.

If she can seriously want a life with a man like him, she can learn to want a life with a man like me. This is the time she will submit. Her cries continue as I listen through the door. She is strong. She is fucking strong. Too bad she doesn’t know. But I know it, and I am going to fucking break that strength. I am going to break her down so much that nothing will be left, then I will make her into the woman she was meant to be.

I know she is on the edge. I know she can’t take much more before she fucking breaks. The more I punish her, the closer she gets to giving me what I want.

I take a deep breath as I push off the door and quickly unlock the locks. I put my hand on the door knot and slowly turn it. I can hear her trying to stop herself from crying, but she can’t. I have pushed her too far to stop, and I like her like this. I like seeing her emotions. Over the years, she got better at hiding them from me, but now she has forgotten how, and it is showing through.

I want to hear her cries. I want to see her tears. I literally want to watch her fucking shatter in front of me. Seeing her broken and bruised reminds me that she was made for me and that even though the outside world, Shawn, and all of them tried to separate us, our love is never-ending. In the end, the results will be the same. She will kneel for me, and I will once again become her fucking master, and this time my slave will not escape. She will be mine forever.

I turn the doorknob and push the door open. She is lying on the bed facing me. Her arms are wrapped around herself, my cum still covering her face and chest. She will get used to sucking dick again. I will make sure of that. But she remembered. She remembered how I like it. She fucking remembers everything I have taught her. Even if she wants to forget, she fucking can’t.

I slowly take a few steps into the room, closing the door behind me. I set the keys on the chair next to the door. There is no reason to lock it anymore. She can’t get away, and she knows it. She continues to cry as she looks up at me. She is so fucking beautiful when she cries. The pain and suffering all over her face. This is what I wanted. I needed to see her like this, like it was before—before I went to prison, before everything got fucked up and so fucking complicated.

I slowly make my way to the side of the bed. She keeps her eyes on me as the tears continue to fall down her face. The bruises are taking over her face, her skin. I haven’t even fucking started with the abuse I will inflict on her, but she gets the idea. She understands how it will be, and it is only going to get worse until she fucking gives in to me.

“Are you ready to submit?” I ask in a dark voice.

I stare down at her as she takes a deep breath and slowly sits up on the bed, causing the chains to cut deeper into her wrists and ankles. I could loosen them, but she doesn’t deserve that. She deserves to fucking feel the pain until she gives me what I want. That is all she has to do. She has to say the words and show me she loves me. It is simple and easy.

She looks up at me. There is pain and rage in her eyes as she takes a deep breath. I reach into my pocket and take out the knife. She looks down at my hand, then back up at my eyes.

She slowly shakes her head. “I can’t give you what you want, Jesse,” she whispers in a shaky voice.

I take a step forward, but she doesn’t move. She continues to stare into my eyes. They are distant, defeated. “What did you just say?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

She takes another deep breath. “I have nothing to give you,” she states softly. What the fuck has Shawn done to make her act this way? She was fucking perfect. Perfect , before I went to prison, and now look, all my hard work has been undone.

“Why?” I whisper, hearing the shakiness in my voice. Partly, I am hurt, and partly, my rage is starting to take over. She is going to make me fucking kill her.

I watch the tears escape her eyes and roll down her face. “Because you aren’t him. Everything I have I gave to him. I have nothing to give you,” she whispers so softly I can barely hear the words. My blood boils as her words sink in.

She is going to make me fucking kill her. I don’t want this.

“Don’t make me kill you,” I whisper, looking at her, pleading with my eyes begging her.

“I’m sorry,” are the only two words she whispers as she lays back down. She is defeated, and fucking so am I. I quickly close the small distance between us. I reach down and grab the chains, pulling her arms over her head. She doesn’t even fight me as I connect them to the metal bed frame. I slowly kneel next to her.

She turns her head and looks at me. There is fear in her eyes. So much fucking fear but not enough to get her to change her mind. So, I am going to force her to change her mind. I am going to go farther. I am going to have to take this to the next level.

She is fucking making me do this. She is choosing this. Why the fuck does she have to push me? Why the fuck does she have to do this?

“You did this. Remember that.” I quickly stand up and punch her in the face hard enough that she screams. Her body starts to shake, partly from her fear and partly from the shock of the punch. I reach down, placing my hand on her stomach as I lift the knife and then bring it down to her skin slowly and gently, starting to make little cuts.

She starts to struggle against the chains, but it will not help her. She tries to kick, but the chains on her ankles stop her as I continue to cut her skin, making my way up to her breasts and then down each of her sides … making sure each cut is deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to kill her. She continues to scream. The tears continue to leave her eyes, turning me on even more than seeing her fucking blood.

She wants to tell me no. She wants to stick by her words, saying she has nothing to give me. I will fucking show her how wrong she is. She will fucking submit after this. She will give me whatever the fuck I want. She will see just what kind of monster I can be. She thinks I have put her through hell before. She hasn’t fucking seen anything yet.

I continue to cut down her sides, making my way to her stomach. She continues to struggle against the chains. “Please, Jesse, stop!” she screams, but I can’t. I can’t stop, and even if I could, I wouldn’t. She is fucking beautiful. This is how I show her my love. This is how I show her just what I am willing to do to make sure I keep her.

Like I said, Shawn doesn’t love her like I do. No one fucking loves her like I do, and no one ever will.

“He doesn’t fucking love you like I do!” I scream as I slowly make my way down each of her legs. I take a step back and look down at her now bleeding body. All the cuts will leave scars, reminding her every day what fucking happens when she refuses to give me what I want. I drop the knife on the ground and slowly get on top of her, pinning her between me and the bed. I cup her heat with my hand as I lean in and begin licking and biting her skin, tasting her blood on my tongue. I feel my dick spring to life as I continue to touch her.

“No, he doesn’t love me like you do. That is the point, Jesse!” she screams back at me even through the pain. Even after all the cuts I have covered her in, she still fucking has the guts to snap back at me.

She will be wet soon. Her heat can’t fucking say no to me. Her words might, her mind might, but her heat needs to be fucked, and I will be right here, ready and willing to do just that. Once she is wet, that is when I will fill her with my dick, reminding her once and for all who the fuck she belongs to.

I sit up and grab her throat. “Shawn!” she screams, making my blood boil even more. She can scream his name all she wants to, but it won’t change what happens here. It won’t change what I do to her. He is not here. I fucking won. I outsmarted him. I took what he took from me. He thought he could protect her, but the truth is he never could. I was always five steps ahead of him, and he never even saw it.

“He can’t save you, my Dove. It is only you and me,” I state as I take my hand from her heat and begin punching her in the face.

“Please, Shawn!” she screams again, making my heart race and sink at the same time. What the fuck am I going to have to do to erase him from her mind? What will I have to do to make her forget him and realize he never fucking had a chance?

“He is not fucking here!” I scream back as I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off her air and making the screams become silent as her eyes start to close.

“He is really worth dying for, Dove?” I ask as I continue to hit her.

She doesn’t respond, but then again, I am making it impossible for her to say anything. She has had her chance to submit, and she chose to go against me instead. She will learn to never fucking do that again. I watch her head fall back onto the pillow as I continue to hit her and cut off her air supply.

I know I need to stop. I know if I don’t let up, I will fucking kill her. I don’t want that, but I also won’t live without her. We will die together. Once I take her life, I will take mine, and we will both be stuck in hell together.

The door busts open, taking my attention away from her. I turn my head and see several men rushing into the room. The first one I see is Shawn. He stops dead in his tracks as he looks down at Emory, who is now passed out from my hits. I tighten my grip on her throat.

“You are fucking too late. She is mine,” I state in a low, dark voice. He looks from Emory to me. All I see is rage as he quickly closes the distance between us, ripping me off Emory.

“No!” I scream and kick as several men grab me and pull me off the bed. Shawn releases his hands from me as his men take over. He takes a step back as he continues to look at Emory.

I look up at Shawn. His hands are in fists as he looks from Emory to me.

“You might take her back. But she won’t survive. She will be dead. Your unborn child will be dead. I have won, motherfucker,” I whisper.

“Shut the fuck up,” I hear as a man punches me in the face.

I look at Emory on the bed. She is out cold, leaving the cut wounds. I allow for a smile to form across my lips as I see my Dove. My sweet Dove. We will be together very fucking soon.