Chapter 98
"I was returning from grocery shopping when I suddenly got kidnapped. They blindfolded me and took me to a warehouse, hours later, I saw Natasha walk inside, from the way it seemed, I was used to threaten her, and once she came, they let me go. I heard the man saying something about client paying him to get rid of her. My baby girl is there all alone, I can't afford to lose her, she's all i have left." Annabelle narrated, her heart clenching with grief as she sobbed softly.
She had no other place to turn to, telling the police might only worsen the situation,once they hear police sirens, they might just decide to kill Natasha and flee.
Drogen's heart dropped as he listened, his heart thumping so hard in his chest, then....if her mother was used to threaten her, does that also mean she was forced to breakup with him so that he wouldn't be able to protect or save her? "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. His chest tightened, his head dizzy from realization, he thought he knew her but he knew absolutely nothing about her, he couldn't even figure out she was lying, how could he, blamed himself for not realizing this earlier.
The thing that worried him the most was that, he still couldn't feel her emotions or Sense her presence. Was the blood pact already undone? But when? Wasn't it supposed to be hundred days, there was still 12 day left so how?
"Do you know the place they took you?" He asked, his voice trembling slightly, his fist clenched. Annabelle nodded.
"I was blindfolded, I have no idea, but I know it was a long straight road, coming from that way." She said, pointing to the road.
"I'll find her, and don't worry, I won't let anything happen to her." Drogen assured her mother and then rushed back into the company while calling after Billy. "Take care of her while I'm gone, make her comfortable and give her anything she wants," he ordered, his tone urgentand stern.
Drogen made his way inside the elevator, and in the next moment, he disappeared.
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Natasha sat, strapped to a chair, her hands and legs tied, her face bloody from severe beating, her wrist bleeding from a cuts, the psychopath had actually cut open her wrist, letting her bleed slowly.
"Won't you beg? You're a really stubborn one I see, and I hate stubborn women." The man hissed, and with that, he landed another painful slap. Natasha winced, her chest heaving as she breathed shakily, her body trembling, her blouse soaked from sweat and blood.
The floor around her was pooled with her own blood, she was starting to feel dizzy from severe blood loss.
"Just kill me and get done with it, I'd rather die than beg for my life from a man like you." She spat, her resolve was firm but her voice was weak.
So this was how her life was going to end, she still had no idea who was after her life, but It was obvious they had this well planned out. She wasn't expecting to be saved by anyone this time, it wasn't like Drogen would magically appear after all those hurtful words she had said to him.
But even still, the happiest moments of her life since after the death of her dad and brother were with him, he had made her feel every emotion, even the ones she never knew she could feel. Happiness, sadness, lust, jealousy, hate, Love.
People think Love is bliss until you know the pain love can actually cause. It was both sweet and bitter, there are always two sides of a coin.
"You know....I pity you. Psychopaths like you can't feel emotions, you'll never know the feeling, the feeling of having to kill the one person you loved, or the feeling of calling that person a hateful monster, or the feeling of knowing that person could die because of you. If you really think you can hurt me even after all that, then you're delusional." She said, her eyes tearing but her voice was firm.
"You should pity yourself because, I'm not even done with half of what i plan on doing to you." He muttered, then proceeded to drag the tip of the knife over her lap, splitting the skin open. Natasha's face didn't show any emotion or sign of pain.
She just glared at him, her eyes blazing with unspoken emotions.
"I won't let you feel the pleasure of killing me. My death is going to leave you feeling unsatisfied, If there is one thing I know about psychopaths like you, it's that they hate when the don't get satisfaction from killing their victims, and that is bound to haunt them for a long time. Or am I wrong?" She asked with a smirk, she was barely holding on to her consciousness, she had lost too much blood and her body was starting to fail her.
"You're not wrong, which is why I'll torture you till you have no choice but to beg me, I'm your god, and I'll only grant death to you after you pray and beg me, isn't that me being kind to you?" He gritted his teeth, pulling her hair as he tilted her head backwards.
"You're insane." Natasha hissed, and then spat on his face.He let go of her hair, his tongue swirled at the corner of his mouth, pushing out his cheek as he wiped away the spit from his face. He then let out a low chilling chuckle.
"You stubborn bitch," he muttered, and with that, he landed several deafening slaps that swung her head left and right as he landed them, and then, he stabbed her lap with the dagger on his hand.
Natasha but down on her lips, so hard that they bled as she tried to muffle her scream. It hurt like hell, it hurt so damn bad, but no matter what, she wasn't going to scream.
"There was a girl I developed feelings for, I stalked her for months, and when she discovered I was stalking her, she confronted me, slapped me in the face and told me she was going to report me to the police if I tried it again, I even decided to confess my feelings, but she told me I was just a disgusting freak and should go get a life. You know what I did to her?" He asked, his brows knitting as he frowned, his face had a hint of sadness, like he regretted his actions.
"You tortured and killed her didn't you, freak!!" Natasha spat, although her tone was full of defiance, her voice still came out weak.
"No, I couldn't bear to torture her, so I granted her an easy death instead. I still remember the horrified look on her face as she stared me in the eye while she was stabbed, I would never forget her, Gracie, my lovely Gracie." He said, his hold on the dagger loosening as he fantasized about her face.
Natasha's eyes widened in horror. Gracie? Was he the one who killed Gracie?
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