"I don't care." He growls.

I scream as he effortlessly tosses me onto the bed. My skirt is ripped from me as I kick and holler. He doesn't stop.

Once I'm stripped bare, he shoves into me with his length. Stars sprinkle across my vision as white-hot pain burns me from my core, all the way to my fingertips. My once dry vagina becomes moist. Not from satisfaction. Not from pleasure.

I'm being ripped as he fucks me. Unwillingly. More tears flow as my head falls to the side. I feel the blood trickle from my opening as he continues to rape me.

I stare at the door. My screaming has ceased. All that I can hear is the sickening wetness and slapping along with Gabe's animalistic grunts and growls.

My last freedom, stripped, just as my heart had been, just as my soul had been.

I'm no longer human. Trapped in subspace as he feeds his demons.

I'm nothing. A void, a broken toy to be used and abused.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Able.

I STAND WITH MY GAZE LOCKED on the white wall directly in front of me, my hand is resting on the gun strapped to my side.

The sounds emanating from the master bedroom door are sickening. He couldn't be raping her... could he?

A man raping his wife?

I did some research since I've been here. His parents left him a hefty inheritance and he used to serve in the military prior to them passing. However, I cannot find any type of work history after that point. He sold his father's company after he died so what does this business that he has to tend to entail?

Amelia, on the other hand, was a college student, a college student that went missing from a party. She was gone for months. Her father had gone on and on that she had ran off with a man who is 17 years her elder. It's just odd. Then, when the media began to question his word, they are all spotted in Cabo, looking like a happy little family. What the fuck?

If she's here against her will why is her father claiming that she is not? I wouldn't normally question an employer in such a way, but there is something wrong with this picture. Now he's in there potentially raping her.

I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them and focusing on the wall once more.

I sigh when the disgusting noises stop. Did he kill her?

The door flies open, kissing my cheek with a breath of air. Gabe stalks out and quietly closes the door.

He smirks when he sees me and brushes past me and down the stairs. The front door opens, then closes and the engine of a car comes to life outside.

I have to fight the urge to open the door. The seedy business that I'm involved in requires that I remain impassive. Emotionally detached. I've done it for years, and have always turned the other cheek. Why is it so difficult now? I think of Amelia's beautiful, somber eyes and bright smile. Yes, that right there. That makes it so very hard.

A while later, I hear steps and see Esmerelda ascending the stairs with a basket of laundry. She smiles as she rests the basket on her hip and knocks on the door. She waits for a few seconds and frowns when there is no answer.

"Hello?" She questions with her broken English. Nothing. I feel my heart pick up the pace as she turns the knob. The basket drops and clothes scatter across the floor as Esmerelda's hands fly up to her mouth before the whispers, "Oh, Hermosa. Lo Que Paso?"

Chapter Thirty-Four: Gabe.

I WATCH THE STREET LIGHTS PASS as I take a sip of my drink. The warmth from the liquor is coursing through my veins, calming me.

She refused me. I'm pretty sure that we've discussed building our family before. She doesn't want one? Tough shit. The want and need to put my seed in her is primal to say the least. I said that I wouldn't rape her before I knew that she is the one that I would choose to make mine. Forever. I want our DNA to duplicate and connect. I want an heir.

I want my name to live.

What I feel for her is as close as I can encounter love. I own her. She's my wife. Mine. I want to see how beautiful she becomes as she carries life inside of her. My child. Preferably a son. If not, we will continue to try and will not stop until that happens.

A wife. A family. Normalcy.

Will I love my child? Will that be the only love that I will ever know? I'm not sure.

The fact that I hurt her is indisputable. Inside and out. Once I found my release, something inside of me snapped. The darkness had taken over, and I was coming down when I looked down at her still body.

My own cock is raw from her dry core. I'm sure it's also covered in her blood. She will learn not to deny me. Sex should be pleasurable. I prefer her gasping as a result from an orgasm coursing through her. Not fear. Not pain.

Amelia is the only one in this world that I could honestly say that about.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Able.

APATHY IS SOMETHING THAT COMES NATURAL for me at this juncture of my life.

I learned that when I was a kid. Compassion and love, even vengeance would only further harm what became my broken mind. My soul was bruised beyond repair.

However, the absolute rage and remorse that is pumping through me as I look at her bruised, bloody body is undeniable.

She's broken. He broke her. Fractured the little fight that she had left.

Her legs are splayed and her inner thighs are streaked with blood. Her eyes are empty as she looks at the door. Not at me, or Esmerelda, whose cheeks are now streaked with tears. You would think that Amelia was dead if not for the occasional blink or her chest which expands with each shallow breath. I know that look. She's checked out emotionally.

Esmerelda waves her hands dramatically as she turns swiftly and exits the room. Yeah, lady reality just smacked me in the face as well.

"Amelia." I whisper. My eyes flit to the wall, and see a camera mounted. This guy has eyes everywhere, except for the piano room. Then again, the piano room has no windows, so that would make sense from a security perspective.

Luckily, I'm pretty savvy when it comes to computer systems. He'd shown us the office where the monitors and controls are. I look down at my watch. 12:30 on the dot. He's in the plane by now. So he's likely not using his phone. He emphasized that he would be keeping an eye on things through his mobile. I'll have to cut this portion out and fill it with other footage.

She doesn't respond as I walk to her. I keep my eyes locked onto her bruised face. I can't bring myself to look at the rest of her abused body.

I look over the two doors within the bedroom. I walk over and open the first. A closet. The one next to it is a bathroom. I locate a towel and wet it with warm water before making my way towards her once more. I sit beside her and hesitantly wipe at her thighs with the towel. She jumps at first, and then she's still once again. Once I clean her, I walk over to the closet and retrieve what I'm assuming is one of Gabe's cotton t-shirts. I gently grab her wrists and pull her up into a sitting position before dressing her. Her head hangs low and her hair partially hides her face.

A sob erupts from her and they continue as her body shakes. I hold my hands in front of me, not sure what to do.

"He said he wouldn't!" She shrieks as the tears begin to fall. Her brown eyes meet mine as she begins repeating, "He said he wouldn't, he said he wouldn't."

She begins rocking back and forth once she wraps her arms around herself. I shakily reach out and gently brush my fingers over her bruised, swollen cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Amelia. So sorry." I whisper as I pull her into my arms.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Amelia.

I STARE OUT THE WINDOW, and watch the rain as it continues to fall, the same as it's been for days.

I hurt. Everything. It all hurts. My heart. My body, muscles and bones, the idea of being pregnant with Gabe's child is nauseating. Maybe an end is necessary. Just... end me. That way I wouldn't have to bring a child into this hell. That way I wouldn't have to worry about my mother and grandmother any longer, because there would be nothing to tell. I would have killed myself. People would ask why I had so selfishly taken my own life. I'm willing to die that lie.

"Hey." I hear from the doorway. I know it's Able as he stands guard. He speaks without looking in so the camera will not carry any evidence. So I leave the door open so that I can hear him.

"Hi." I respond flatly. I know that he was out there when it happened. I know that he heard Gabe raping me. Like everyone else, he's under Gabe's thumb. I curse my husband's power. His ability to manipulate and control everything, like a puppet master. I hate him. I hate him so much. He's alienated me. He has taken everything now. What else can he take? There's nothing left.

"Can I do anything?" Able asks.

I allow a few seconds to pass. Contemplating whether or not I want to respond. "Can I do anything?" How do I respond without sounding cumbersome? I laugh quietly to myself.

"Unless you plan for everything and have a Plan B pill tucked into your pocket, I guess you really can't do anything for me, Able." I respond, my voice coated in dark humor.

He's quiet as the minutes tick by.

"We could go for a walk. You should get some air." He says.

I huff, "It's raining."

"We'll use an umbrella."

I think about it momentarily, "He said that I'm not to leave."

"The property."

I nod slowly. I would like that.

"Okay."

The rain has slowed quite a bit. It's the end of October, so it's only a matter of time before the rain turns to snow. The air is brisk and smells of soil as we trek further down the path. Able is shoulder to shoulder with me, and I can smell his spicy scent mixed with that of a smoker, occasionally overpowering the scent that nature brought on from the rain.

"So, Able. Tell me a little bit about yourself." I say.

He looks down at me with his cloudy, blue eyes and offers a smile before responding.

"Not much to tell."

I laugh weakly, "A man of mystery?"

"You could say that." He responds, "What about you? Woman of mystery?"

I shake my head slowly, "I'm afraid I'm not that exciting."

"How about some tell for tell?" He says, a playful smile tugging at his lips. At this point we are walking along a beautiful stream that is too busy to stop and catch the drops of rain.

I smile and nod, "Okay."

"So you were in college?" He asks.

"Yeah. I... dropped out, but I'm hoping to go back. I'm not sure if that's possible, though."

I pause and look up at him, "How about you? Did you go?"

He shakes his head, "No, I didn't. I pretty much started doing this after I uh," He clears his throat, "After I got out of the place that I was staying."

I raise an eyebrow at him, "The place you were staying?"

He gives me a look and shakes his head sternly.

I press my lips together and fix my eyes onto the rocky trail. Listening to the sounds of our feet squishing with each step. The stream offers a calming sound as the flowing water splits around the rocks before meeting once more and going on its merry way.

"Do you always do things that make you unhappy?" He asks, his voice strained.

"What do you mean?" I whisper as I stop and look up into his eyes.

"This. You don't want this. I can't put my finger on it, but something doesn't ring right."

I smile, but it doesn't meet my teary eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about." I begin to continue walking the path, but Able gently grabs my arm and turns me to face him once more.

"Why are you with him?"

I shake my head hesitantly. I can't utter a word, can I? This is the staff that he's hired. It's only a matter of time before they see the atrocities that Gabe is capable of.

"Hey," Able says as reaches out and runs a finger over my bruised cheek, "You can tell me."

I grab at my chest as a sob escapes me, "He's a murderer, Able... He, he..." I pause as I try and collect myself the best that I can, "I've seen what he does to them. He uses horrible torture devices and he torments them. Sometimes for days... H-he gets paid to do it. To take out "problems", as he calls them." I wipe my tears with the back of my hand before looking into A ble's eyes. I was staring at his broad chest during my confession.

He frowns, "What does that have to do with you?"