Ive Michaelson, one look and you'd think you've met the devil, dangerous, devious and indifferent. Looking into those eyes, it was like staring into the eyes of a rabid animal whose inhumane soul was written all over his face. No remorse. No pity. Sheer evil. People always bow their heads in front of him. He is greatly feared for his ruthlessness and willingness to take lives to exert his influence and power for those who go rogue. He is among the faces of evil whom nobody recognized but knew. The crime lord aka the lone wolf. He has nearly absolute control over the members of his entire organization, his family. Like many people are renowned for their fame and business, he was well known and reputed in the underworld for his work.
He controls everything from the street corner drug trade to the highest levels. There is loyalty in their family, in other words their gang. Running afoul of the family risk being ostracized and worse. In simple words, those who have turned against Ive have met a brutal death. And those who have sworn to be loyal are the pillar of the lone wolf. They have their own graveyards where they are remembered as the pillars.
Why can't he just kill me yet? Torture.
People's struggles and pain thrilled him.
With each passing second, my spirit crushed further, lying in the dust on the ground, shattered. I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. I was desperate to get out of there. But even if I'd try to escape, they'll shoot me at first sight. Benjamin would be returning from his training. I'm all his family. He'd be left alone, shattered. I can't die.
My eyes were heavy as they begged for sleep but I forced them open. I wasn't sure till how far I held in but eventually fatigue and blood loss caught up with me. That was it. I was certain that this was where I would die. The cell was dark...cold. Cold air blew past my face. Every breath that I took, an excruciating pain accompanied it.
'Ignore it Lisa. You can do it. But. I am so tired.'
Slowly, I let my eyes shut.
I heard faint footsteps but that didn't bother me until suddenly I felt someone's hand groping my stomach. My eyes snapped open. Someone's hands were hovering over my body.
"Who-"
He muffled my mouth with his hand.
"Shhh or I'll shoot you"
He whispered in my ear.
And I had thought, what's worse?
Little did I know I would be receiving the shock of my life.
I could tell the exact moment when his predatory eyes locked with mine. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I was ready to die but definitely not to be raped. He stood above me and unzipped his pants.
"Now, I kinda get why the boss allowed you to breathe"he smirked.
Lust and excitement sparkled in his eyes.
Adrenaline rushed through me, my every muscle came alive that exact second. With every little strength I had, I landed a kick on his left leg, making him crumble down hard and I struggled to stand up. Meanwhile he cocked his gun and I froze in my place. The tall man, already up, stood in front of my blurry gaze. He striked my temple with the grip of the gun causing a throbbing headache. His warm and heavy body pushed me toward the cold and damp wall hard. My injured arm hit the solid brick and I squinted my eyes from the pain. I tossed and turned to push him away with my left hand but my strength defeated me. I was already injured and too weak as if the bullet from that gun had some kind of drug in it.
I felt his breath against my face.
His hands roamed all over my body as his lips were pressed against my neck, forcefully kissing it, sending shivers of disgust down my spine. He squeezed my leg in between his so I couldn't move at all.
"Stop it" I pleaded.
My weak attempts to get him away from me felt short. My eyes became heavy.
'Please save me.'
I never needed a knight to come and save me. I had the capacity to help myself. No damsel in distress. But today, my body gave up on me. I tried to scream but a breath came out. He tore my shirt open and admired my body. I squirmed in disgust as his hands grazed my bare skin. He ignored the fact that I was writing about pain. I wanted to pry him off of me...scrub away every of his touch on my skin. I felt so helpless, just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted with my body in whichever way he desired to. His hand groped one of my breasts while the other squeezed my ass.
As his lips were claiming every inch of my bare skin, I finally managed to close my eyes, feeling the shame and disgust flowing over me. I felt the tears in my eyes. I felt terrible hatred over myself, feeling so weak and defenseless. My mind was foggy. All sense of rationality ceased to exist to give way so fear could seep into every single corner of me.
There would be nothing left of me in some time. What was there to fight for?
His fingers reached the strap of my bra, the last shred of sanity slipped though I had been holding onto it tightly. He unclasped it. No.
"Piss off"I tried to shout.
Suddenly, the door slammed open loudly, startling him. I angled my upper body to the wall behind me to cover myself. Though he had only unclasped my bra and not removed it, I still felt the need to cover my breasts. He stepped away from me and zipped his pants.
"Boss"he stuttered in fear.
Swiftly, Ive pulled out his gun. He pulled the trigger, right between his thighs. He aimed at his groin. A single shot. He cried dropping his gun. My eardrums could have been exploded. The second bullet was in between his eyebrows. In a split of a second, his brain matter and blood scattered all over the wall behind him. His lips parted with a quiet gasp. He stumbled back before his body fell backward. Ive was really quick. His attention flew back to me. His chest was heaving, his free hand was formed into fist. He was beyond furious. I could see it.
His expression shifted in a matter of seconds as he turned to me. His expression softened, some of the anger simmered out of his eyes. His eyes remained fixated on me and examined my expression. Pure rage and worry glistening in them. He approached me in slow steps and clasped my bra. The headache intensified. I felt myself lose balance and I felt Ive's touch all around my torso. Our faces merely inches away. His eyes traced my body to detect any damage done. I noticed the initial 'I' on his index finger below his knuckle as he brought his fingers to wipe my tears.
"You are safe now" his voice laced with genuine remorse, his one hand cupping my cheek.
"Trust me"
I shouldn't trust him, the one who kidnapped me but I could definitely trust my saviour.
Heavy footsteps could be heard. He quickly wrapped me in his jacket. I held on to it as if my life depended on it. He hoisted me into his arms from my right side, my dry blood flaking off onto his skin. His jacket was warm and strangely comfortable.
This was crazy. Humanity from the Lone Wolf's side. Who thought he would kill his man for a cop?
"Thank you" I sobbed, sinking my face into his chest.
I had barely escape rape. He was long gone but I could still feel him all over my body. That ill feeling in my stomach never left. My hands refused to let him go while my eyes saw the piercing stares of his underlyings in that dungeon. The jealous and dreadful gazes of the other prisoners as we passed by their cells. My fingers held his neck bruisingly as he continued to walk holding me closer. My eyes closed with fatigue and pain weighing down on me. My breathing slowed. I resigned myself to this fate. We shared no words. He carried me while my eyes were closed as I breathed quietly.
Eventually, I felt so sleepy and exhausted that I couldn't think clearly anymore.