Free Web NovelChapter 287: The Red Room
Huria was awakened in the middle of the night by Rais with the saddest news. He held her to his chest first before breaking the heart-wrenching revelation to her.
"Huria! I want you to be strong for what I am about to tell you," Rais slowly said in a voice that bordered on hurt. Huria lifted her head slightly and stared at him in confusion.
"What is it? What’s wrong?"
He met her troubled gaze and his heart ached knowing this news would break her.
"Skyla’s home was attacked... She has been kidnapped and Madame Maven has been shot. She is in the hospital. All her guards have been killed."
Huria blinked at the unbelievable words her fiancé was sputtering out. Her face morphed from confused to angered one as she tried to wriggle out of his hold and stand up.
"What the hell are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?" She frustratedly yelled at him, he held onto her, expecting such behaviour.
"I am afraid it’s true," he told her in a pained but calm voice. The tears pooled in her soft brown eyes which were brimming with anger.
"It— it’s that asshole. He took her. We have to find her Rais. He — will hurt her and this is not the condition she can go through what she already did. I am going to choke him with my bare hands," she lamented, crying openly in his chest. Her body rocked with the small quacks.
"Police are onto the case, we need to go to the hospital and relieve Mrs Kincaid. She is shaken from the ordeal and we will be there for Madame Maven." Rais slowly rubbed her back as he explained the situation.
"Zyair?" She frantically asked, realisation hitting her like a gust of icy wind in the face. He would be devastated.
"Zyair doesn’t know, he is still out of town. Mrs Kincaid has asked to keep this news from him until he gets back." Rais had to stall Zyair and knew it wouldn’t be an easy task. To have your wife go missing in this condition would drive anyone insane. He wasn’t sure how Zyair would take it.
"He is going to be livid like I am. They better find my friend or I am going to raise hell," Huria warned, her fists clenched so painfully shut. She was imagining Doran’s ugly face, repeatedly punching him seemed a wise choice. She could only imagine how scared her friend must be. The mere thought made her angrier, like a ballistic missile she wanted to wreck the ones who took her friend.
"We should go, Mrs Kincaid and Madame Maven need us." Rais supported his fiancée so she would get ready to leave for the hospital.
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Blindfolded, gagged and with her hands zip-tied at the back, Skyla sat rigidly in the cramping van. Her breathing was laborious, being deprived of her sense of sight and totally at the mercy of the man who had wronged her on so many levels.
The sightless ride had her mind racing with scary thoughts, most of them concerned her unborn child. Knowing the kind of man Doran was, she feared for her child’s life. Every scenario that flitted in her mind was not a pleasant one.
The sight of Madame Maven falling kept playing in her mind, making her gut clench in the worst possible ways.
The van skidded to a halt and the door slid open, callous hands grabbed her arm making her body repulsed by the touch. She was jerked out of the van. Skyla tried to steady her feet so as not to fall and hurt her child. Tears singed her eyes as she tried to jerk away from the hands holding her, only to have the grip tightened around her arm.
"Stop struggling or you won’t be able to bear the consequences," the voice colder than an icicle jabbed her, sending a shudder running through her body. For the fear of her child, she obeyed and stopped struggling.
The lack of air in the surroundings and the hard surface underneath her bare feet told her they were probably in an underground parking lot.
Skyla was dragged along as she willed herself not to cry and give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken.
What he had planned for her?
What did he want?
How long before Zyair would come for her or find where she had been taken?
The thought of her loving husband filled her being with slight warmth but the worries of what he might do when he wouldn’t be able to locate her, had her stomach churning in agitation.
She was shoved inside an enclosed space and was rammed down on the cold surface of a chair. The blindfold was ripped from her face as she let her eyes focus in between the sunspots that danced on the edges of her vision.
Letting her eyes adjust, Skyla unwillingly dragged her eyes up to the man standing in front of her.
With a bitter frown that turned his face menacing under the low red light of the room, he watched her with eyes darker than midnight and colder than the ice of Antarctica.
Instead of cowering under his icy gaze, Skyla maintained a tenacious disposition. Her indomitable spirit surfaced, she refused to bend in front of this man.
He removed her gag, shoving it down to set her mouth free. His cruel fingers dug into the soft skin of her face making her face form an ’O’. Bile rose up in her mouth at the revulsion this man’s touch brought her now.
"Didn’t I tell you I will get you back, my pretty wife? There is nowhere you can run now. I am keeping you with me, forever."
The hollowness and deep-seated threats in his voice had fear clawing through her insides and yet she tried to jerk her mouth free from his tight grip. Defiance glinting in her minty eyes. He let her face loose so she could speak, he wished to hear her beautiful voice and stare at her pretty face.
"Don’t touch me with your filthy hands. How could you have gotten Madame Maven shot? That woman served you for ten years," she brazenly yelled, holding her chin up, not falling into that bottomless icy blue which held no hope.
"I will touch you however I want and wherever I want. Your sewer rut is not here to save you this time around. And I didn’t shoot the old woman if you had been paying attention." The lust in Doran’s eyes flashed as the back of his other hand grazed her cheek, almost lovingly.
Sickened to her stomach, Skyla wished to throw up onto his face.
"He will come and when he does, this time I won’t even stop him," she unwaveringly spat out.
The flip in his mood could come any second but she was done begging the man for mercy. Only fear that flashed in her eyes was for her child.
Doran only scoffed with a small huff at her threat as his eyes dipped to her bloated stomach, and something malicious danced in them. She had let him fuck her and was carrying his child.
"You are pregnant. You know it should have been my baby you should have in your belly not his. But don’t worry, soon we will get there as well." Tears birthed again, as much as she tried she couldn’t let this baby be hurt. The baby was as much as Zyair’s as it was hers.
"You never wanted a baby. You never wanted me or my love and now that you have lost all those opportunities you wish to have that again. What’s wrong with you?" Skyla struggled with her bound hands.
"I do now, Skyla. I want us to have a baby, many babies in fact. You will bear my children. We have a lifetime to spend together here. No one will disturb us. This room will be our home now." His hand crawled behind her head, gripping her hair he moved her head around.
For the first time, Skyla’s attention shifted from her obnoxious ex-husband and she took in her surroundings.
The fear slowly crawled Skyla’s spine like a leech, sucking away all her bravado at what lay before her. The ceiling had embedded red scones in them from which the light lazily filtered through the glass blanketing the place in its eerie glow.
The walls were lined with whips and miscellaneous torture devices, some Skyla had no clue about. Sex toys were displayed in a glass cabinet and shelves that lined the wall in front of her.
A whole desk littered with laptops, monitors, camera screens and other devices had been promptly set up in the corner. The screens flashed different camera angles from outside the room and other places.
There were three doors in the room and Skyla could only guess where they led. One was probably the bathroom.
Then there was a round bed with black sheets and chains hanging from its posts, the sight made Skyla’s knees shake.
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And then her fearful gaze landed in a corner where someone was crouched, huddled up in a fetal position. Wrists tied up with chains that were embedded in the wall.
Sunken eyes, slightly greying hair which had been red had fallen out in clumps, revealing the bald patches on the head and malnourished ageing body. The female was at least in her late fifties as she fearfully watched Skyla from between her hands which covered most of her face.
Skyla gasped and wondered who she was.
