Redeeming Logan

Chapter Fifteen

Taliah

I ’m still pissed from what Logan did earlier. Leaving me hot and bothered in a towel wasn’t exactly on my agenda today. Not that I have one anyway. After he left the room I slid down to the floor and stayed there for a good hour before I finally got up to dress. I dressed in booty shorts and an oversized sweater figuring Logan wouldn’t be back for the rest of the day since he did his sign of life check this morning. I’ve been sitting on the window seat trying to read this new book but my thoughts keep drifting back to Logan.

The look in his eyes when he held me between the wall and his body. He looked as if he wanted to eat me alive, ravish my body and my soul. The grip that he had on my throat should have made me afraid, but it made me feel safe. Safer than I’ve ever felt. When he grabbed me between my legs I nearly jumped out of my skin. His touch was warm compared to the cold and clinical touches I’ve had previously .

In the midst of my day dreaming the door swings open, slamming against the wall. Logan saunters in like he owns the place, eating up the space between us with his long strides. It’s like he sucks out all of the air in the room when he enters. He stares down at me with his intense eyes, something glittering in their depths that I can’t quite decipher.

“Taliah, I have something fun for you today. How would you like to leave this room for a few hours?” He asks while reaching his hand towards me beckoning for me to grab it. I don’t even amuse him with an answer, because it’s not like I actually have a choice in the matter. It may seem like it, but I know if I said no he’d just drag me along anyway. My hand is dwarfed in his large one as he tugs me from the room. The calluses on his skin scratching mine as he holds it tight in his.

Tugging me down the cold hallway I get an ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach. The floor is cold under my bare feet and goosebumps rise up on my legs. I’m not regretting my choice in clothing. I suddenly feel exposed as I trail behind Logan down the hall. He pulls me to a stop at a rusty steel door a few doors down from my own. Swiping his key card on the lock and the click sounds like a bomb in the quiet. Logan walks into the room and ushers me inside before the door slams shut, locking me inside. My eyes scan the space and what I see makes me take a few steps back, bumping into the door behind me.

My heart rate speeds up and I can feel my breath coming out irregularly. Hands shaking at my sides, beads of sweat popping up on my hairline as I stare at the wide eyed woman strapped to the medical chair in the center of the room. She’s quiet for a moment as we look at each other, and then she starts to scream like a banshee. Thrashing around in her restraints trying so desperately to get out of her predicament. But I know better than she does that she won’t be able to escape this place, except maybe in pieces.

Turning around I tug on the door handle, and beat against it with my fists. Yelling for anyone to save me. All the while Logan is chuckling behind me with amusement. I hear the squeak of wheels behind me. Whipping around, Logan is wheeling a desk chair and parks it a few feet away from the medical chair. Then he walks to a cabinet in the corner of the room, opening it, and pulling out a few lengths of rope.

“Come here, Taliah.” He motions for me to move towards the chair and I shake my head no. Tsking he picks up a knife from the tray between the chairs and puts it to the girls neck. “Now, now Taliah. You’ve been such a good girl, do you really want to ruin it now?” He eyes me expectantly.

I take a deep breath to calm myself and walk to the chair on wobbly legs. Plopping down on the soft leather I make myself comfortable, because I have a feeling he won’t be letting me up for a while. Logan circles me as he ties my limbs to the chair making me imobile. I tested my restraints hoping that he made a mistake, but sure enough he didn’t. Sinking back into the chair I await the horrors ahead. Logan picks up the knife again from the chair and walks over the girl in front of me. I finally have a chance to actually look her over and it seems that he hasn’t even done anything to her yet. She looks younger than I am, and that makes me a bit sad. Knowing that she has a whole life ahead of her and I know she won’t make it out of this room alive.

Logan trails the knife up the girl's thigh, slicing her skin wide open, the blood dripping out onto the floor beneath her. The pitter patter as it hits the concrete is hypnotizing along with the ruby red color. Tilting my head I watch as the blood flows from her leg, completely ignoring her cries for help. Crimson blooms on her other thigh directing my attention as Logan drags the knife across her skin. Watching as the blood spills out and mingles with the rest dripping onto the floor.

My thighs shake with the need to rub them together, that weird sensation between them firing up. Logan makes several other cuts along the girl's body, each as deep as the previous. It looks like a massacre here with the amount of blood already littering her body and the floor. Her screams of pain make me feel something I’ve never felt before and I’m not sure how to take that. My body feels like it’s vibrating and the wetness between my legs grows. Logan looks over at me across the begging girl's body and smirks as he peers between my legs. I know there is a wet spot there and that makes a blush creep up to my cheeks.

“Do you like what you see little lamb?” He drags the blade across her breast, effectively slicing her nipple clean off. The blood squirts up like a small geyser towards the ceiling and her screams bounce around the room. I let out a small moan at the intense feeling deep down inside of me. “Your darkness is swimming to the surface, Taliah. I can see it in your eyes. Begging to be let out to play. Why don’t you be a good girl and reach out and grab it for me?”