Loving You - Chapter 19 (Patreon)

We had arrived back at the estate and I hadn't seen Damien since. He seemed to be busy all the time tying up lose ends he said. The only time I would see him was when he'd come to bed at night. He never forced me to have sex though. He would just pull me into his warm body and fall asleep.

I had Gabriel around to keep me some form of company but he never spoke anymore. His eyes had lost that gleam that I had grown accustomed to. He looked like every other man around here. Determined and set to do their jobs and Damien's bidding. And I was just another job to him.

I was sitting in the hammock in the front of the house reading a book when I heard tires coming up fast the driveway. I look to see a sleek black car coming to a halt in the circle driveway. The men step out and drag a man out who looks sweaty and disheveled. He looked around the area frantically like a fearful animal trying to figure if it should take flight or fight. Which in this case neither would work in his favor. He was on Damien's land now. He was pretty much a dead man walking.

Damien walked out the front door dressed in some jeans and a loose button up shirt. He looked flawless as ever. But his demeanor reeked death and fear in his wake. It poured off of him in waves, making me shudder from my spot a few feet away.

Damien closed in on the man, standing over him like a judge about to pass judgement. A cruel smile slipped its way onto his face. I cringed from my spot. I hadn't seen that smile since he beat Peter to the brink of existence.

"So you think you can just spy on me and be on your merry way, huh?" The man looked at him with wide, fear-filled eyes.

"I do not know what you're talking about." The man stuttered back. Damien leaned closer to his face, his calm demeanor never faltering.

"I know you were the one that told Ramirez about me arriving in Europe with a guest. I know you also told him we were attending a gathering. And I also know you were the one that supplied and helped him drug my guest." The mans face visibly paled. His tale of being naïve completely gone out the window.

"Please, he paid me! He told me he would make my life better!" Damien stepped back and looked at the man with no expression in his face. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out what looked like an old fashioned barber knife.

"I'm going to tell you something about myself. I never really liked using guns." He studied the blade, the sun glinting off of it menacingly. "I mean sure they get the job done quick and easy, but sometimes I don't want it done that quick or that easy. Now with knives, oh I love them. They're so much more intimate. I can feel the skin as its being severed, I can hear the screams of agony, and I can watch the fear cloud that persons mind." Damien walks closer to the man who is now trembling in fear. I wouldn't be surprised if he wet himself. I myself was shaking horribly, the meaning of Damiens words ringing in my ears, reminding me of the true monster that lurked beneath.

Damien looked over the mans shoulder making direct eye contact with me. His smile grew even wider as a cruel plan must've been devised in his twisted head. He stood up straight and directed his tone to me.

"Angel wont you come join me." It was presented as a question, but I sensed the underlying threat. If I didn't join him there would be hell to pay. Once I reached him he wrapped an arm around my face and looked back to the fearful man.

"This woman that you drugged and leaked information on was more than some common whore. She is mine. My property, my body, my woman." He turned to me.

"What would you like me to do to him baby." My heart dropped. Was he really asking me that? Of course this man was the reason I had almost been raped and God knows what else, but I couldn't just have him killed! He was another human being!

The man began to speak up begging and pleading to me. Damien immediately left my side and punched the man in the face then squeezed his jaw until his mouth was opened. He made the man stick out his tongue and chopped it off right in front of me. The man and I both began screaming in unison. The blood from his wound was pouring out on the ground and Damien's hand was covered in blood, his other hand holding the mans tongue. My hands flew over my mouth and I hunched over puking out all the contents of my stomach from the gore in front of me.

Damien looked back to the man, a look of pure joy in his eyes.

"Look what you've done. You've made her throw up her breakfast." He took the mans tongue and shoved it in his mouth making him swallow it whole. The man hunched over gagging and coughing up a never-ending stream of blood.

"Now back to what you were saying before we were interrupted. What do you want me to do to him angel." He looked at me with a look of pure evil in his eyes. I opened my mouth and shut it. I didnt want him to do anything to this man! The tears were streaming fast down my face and I felt as though I was going to faint under this sun.

"I-I- dont want you to do anything to him! I want you to let him go!" I looked up into Damiens crystal blue irises. They were filled with so much hatred and coldness. He smiled at me and put his hand up to stroke my hair.

"That's what I love about you angel. Even when someone has done something bad to you you still want no wrongdoing to come to them. It's refreshing really, you're naiveity at the world." He turned away from me to the whimpering man that was coughing out his own blood. Damien looked pure evil as he raised the blade over the mans body. I didnt think in the next moment. As Damien swung I jumped in front of the man. Earning a deep slice on the side of my arm. The searing pain shot through my body earning a piercing shriek from my mouth. Damien looked at me with a mixture of guilt and anger. He grabbed me by the arm and threw me away from him and the man. The force knocking me so much I fell to the ground, dirt getting in my wound causing even more pain. He grabbed him by his neck and threw him against the door of the black car he was brought here in. He then raised the blade and quickly sliced his throat. As if that wasn't enough he signaled for his men to start shooting him as soon as he turned his back.

Damien quickly made his way over to me. Grabbing me by the arm and dragging me into the house. The sound of bullets ringing in my head.

"What the fuck were you thinking!!" He screams in my face. I cant focus though. He killed him. He killed that man right in front of me. No mater what he did it was not Damiens place to decide whether he should have lived or died. Damien was still screaming in my face but I couldn't hear him. There was a loud ringing in my ears and my vision began to blur as the tears appeared.

"You killed him.." Damien stopped screaming in my face and looked at me sideways.

"What?" I lock eyes with him meeting his heartless blue gaze.

"You killed him! You killed him in cold blood!" Damien finally understood what I was saying and his anger returned. He grabbed my throbbing arm and sat me down in the massive livingroom. He left for a moment and returned with a medical bag he jerks my hand forward in his and I gasp. The cut was deep and bloody. I was surprised I hadnt passed out from blood loss. He gently cleans the wound earning groans of pain from me. After he stitches me up we sit in silence glaring at my arm.

"Nevaeh. You really need to think before you act. If I hadn't realized in time, I could've done more than cut your arm."

He reached out to touch my bandaged arm but I jerk away from him in disgust.

"Don't touch me! You're a monster!" Damiens eyes grow visibly darker and I knew I was playing with fire right now but I couldnt stop myself. My mouth was moving faster than my brain.

"You dont care about anyone but yourself! You're a heartless, evil bastard, and I dont know why I said it because I could never love you! NEVER!" My screams echoed off the walls. Damiens face went through a myriad of emotion before he wiped his face clean of any emotion. The silence of the living room was deafening and made me realize my mistake all too soon.

Damien started laughing. A loud, maniacal laugh that rocked me to the core, making me shiver in fear. His face was curved into a large smile and his head was thrown back, a beautiful sight to those who didn't know him. But I knew him. Before I could blink Damien was standing over me, a cruel grin carved into his beautiful face. He reached out to touch my face and I slap his hand away.

"Slap my hand again angel, and I will remove your fingers one by one. They can be easily reattached. So I dont have a problem with doing it." My heart lurched in my chest and tears instantly swarm my eyes as Damien caresses my face. He moves his hand down to mine and takes it in his, leading me silently from the living room. Instead of going upstairs though he leads me to the other side of the house down some stairs to a solid black steel door.

Damien turns around and slams me into the door, forcing a loud gasp to escape my lips. The gaze in his eyes are unlike anything I've ever seen before. All humanity looks as though it is gone from him. He looks pure evil. Damien takes a finger and slides it up and down my face slowly, sending shivers if fear down my spine. He never speaks only searches my face for something. He then reaches behind me and opens the door, exposing me to the horror that lied beyond.