Deliverance for Amelia (21 page)

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Amelia

I
MEET GABE DOWNSTAIRS. He looks unhappy at my tardiness – he expects me to greet him every time he returns.

“Hello.” He says, raising an eyebrow as Able descends the stairs. Able tilts his head to the side and a sly smile curls his lips slightly as he brushes past Gabe to help Theo with the trunk.

Gabe’s eyes follow him out the door before his gaze slowly travels back to mine.

“How was your trip?” I say with a surprisingly level voice. I’ve learned to manipulate my expressions around Gabe. I have to for my own survival, otherwise my face would be flushed and my lip would be trembling after kissing my lover in the shadows.

He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head, as if to shake away any suspicion, “Fine. I’ll be in my office to take care of some business.”

“Okay.” I say softly.

Gabe approaches me and wraps an arm around my waist. Smiling slyly, he tilts my chin up, “You’re welcome to join.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “No thank you.”

His eyes carry that dangerous gleam as he examines my face, as if searching for any evidence before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.

He releases me, though his fingers still remain under my chin, keeping our eyes locked, “I’ll see you at dinner,
my love
.”

I let out an exhale as he follows behind Able and Theo through one of the foyer’s doors.

I put on the form fitting black dress, which ends right below my knees before slipping my red pumps on. My lips are red and my eyeliner flips up in cat-eye fashion. My hair is up in a fashionable messy-bun in order to show of my diamond teardrop earrings.

Dinner is a formal event when Gabe is home. He always dresses in a flashy suit, looking like a model right off the cover of a magazine. Though I’ve not seen him since he returned home earlier. He’s been down there in his “play room” doing God knows what to that poor man. Occasionally you’d hear a faint scream coming from below the wooden floor.

I sigh as I stand from the vanity and smooth my hands over my dress.

I nod as I open the door and see Able standing his post. His eyes look hungry, and I feel the moisture between my thighs. When he’s inside of me, he makes me feel like a goddess. He makes me feel like the most wanted woman in the universe. Most importantly, his touch speaks volumes to my heart. Love emanates from him when he takes me, possessing me in such a positive, beautiful way.

I brush my fingers over his as I walk past, and I can hear his sharp exhale when my hand drops back to my side. I walk down the stairs with him in close proximity, feeling his breath on my neck and his heat at my back.

Once I get to the formal dining room, I’m not surprised that Gabe has not arrived yet. I’m generally the first to show, however I do notice that there are only two placements and I feel my stomach flip when I consider what he must have done with Kat. She attends every dinner with us when Gabe is home.

Able pulls out my chair and I hesitantly sit, my eyes travelling to the kitchen where Benedict is preparing the dishes to be served, and then back to the entrance of the dining room.

I jump when I hear glass clinking against glass and look up to see Benedict pouring me a glass of Cabernet.

“Oh, thank you.” I murmur before taking a sip. I quickly place my glass down when I hear someone opening the door between the dining room and the foyer. My breath catches in my throat when I see Gabe… and Kat.

She looks completely checked out, even her eyes seem to have dulled as she crawls behind Gabe. She’s wearing some type of collar with a matching leather leash. Gabe holds it loosely as she follows him obediently. She’s completely naked and the painful marks on her back look to be both fresh and old. Her hair is tangled and she is wearing metal braces on her knees, causing her to crawl awkwardly. Her body is black and blue, some of the bruises yellowing as they heal. I fail to realize that Benedict has served me a helping of steamed fish stack onto a bed of kale.

“Hello, my dear.” Gabe says as he sits across from me. Kat sits up, curling her legs under her and placing her hands in her lap. She lies her head on Gabe’s leg and looks up at him almost adoringly.

I have to blink several times to keep the tears from surfacing before picking up my wine and downing the very last drop in order to calm my nerves.

“More, my lady?” Benedict asks as he appears seemingly out of nowhere.

I clear my throat and nod slowly, “Yes. Please.”

I watch Gabe carefully as he strokes Kat’s hair. She almost purrs at his touch, reminding me of a little kitten, feigning for attention.

“What did you do while I was gone, love? I’ve noticed you spending a lot of time in the piano room lately.” Gabe says tacitly.

My eyes flit from Able who is standing behind Gabe and then back to him, “Yes, I’ve been practicing. I find that playing keeps me from becoming distressed.”

“Distressed?” Gabe asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. I talked to the Dr. and she cannot figure out why I’ve not become pregnant.” I lie.

It is a lie. Dr. Kerr, being the angel that she is, has begun my birth control once more. When I sat in her office and allowed my tears to fall as I told her the story of Gabe and me. It is the only place I’m allowed when I am not otherwise imprisoned. She listened knowingly, and her response was injecting my arm to ensure that I cannot become pregnant.

Gabe angrily stabs his fish and takes a bite. I see his fingers tightening in Kat’s hair, causing her to flinch.

He seems to have lassoed in his anger, because he begins petting her once more and sits back in his chair, taking a sip of his wine.

He narrows his eyes at me, “Tell me, my sweet wife, why is it that you so easily became pregnant previously, yet now your body is rejecting my seed?”

I shrug my shoulders before taking another sip of my wine, “Perhaps you should go see Dr. Kerr yourself. It takes two to tango, as they say.”

He stands abruptly, causing Kat to fall backwards as he stomps towards me. His fingers dig into my arm as I’m yanked from behind him and dragged out the door, through the foyer and then up to our room.

He throws me down on the bed and crawls over me. His lips slam into mine and his tongue forcefully finds its way into my mouth. His hungry hands reach behind me and find my zipper. He makes quick work of removing my dress and peeling it from my body.

I’m left only in my black brassiere and matching panties as he stands. My body trembles in sick anticipation under his stare.

He begins angrily removing his beige suit jacket before getting to work on the buttons of his white dress shirt, “Do you not think that I’m capable of putting my son inside of you, Amelia?” He growls as he kicks off his shoes and unbuttons his pants before unzipping the fly. He stops and narrows his eyes at me, “Get on your knees and suck my dick like a good little wife.”

My mouth drops open as I stare up at him. I kid you not, Gabe has never asked me to perform oral on him.

I shakily sit up before lowering myself to my knees, knowing that fighting him will only lead to bruises of my own.

My trembling hands tug at his waistband, freeing his erection. I lick my lips to moisten them before I swipe my tongue over the tip of his cock. I place my hand on the base of his shaft before placing my mouth over the head. Without warning, he slams into my mouth with his length – forcing himself past my throat muscles and remaining there for several long, terrible moments. His hands fist my hair as he pulls out of my throat and then slams back in once more.

My body convulses as my gag reflex kicks in. Tears leak from my eyes as I look at him pleadingly. He only smiles deviously in response as he continues to make me swallow him.

Finally, he releases me and I fall backwards as I cough relentlessly from the abuse of my throat. He grabs my arms and pulls me up, “We’ll need to work on that.”

He rips the brassiere and panties efficiently from my body before shoving me onto the bed. He opens my legs and crawls on top of me. There aren’t any loving gestures; kisses and caresses are reserved for my Able.

His engorged length slams into me as he growls primitively. His pace is quick as he pumps into me, and I find myself melting into his barbaric embrace. My pussy squeezes his length and my juices allow him to slide in and out of my tightness with little effort.

We become unwound together. I feel the warmth of his seed coat my core, as I squeeze him dry.

We resent each other, but our fucking sessions are always successful; either coming consecutively or in unison – he still ignites the fire deep in my belly, the fire that will continue to dwell until I ram a knife into his heart.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Gabe

“
M
AURICIO, MAURICIO, MAURICIO.” I pause as I take a step closer to the The Rack, “How did you manage that?”

In my absence he’d managed to somehow get his lower half off of The Rack. I had him strapped from the top and from the bottom. How he freed his ankles from the straps is beyond me. But he did, and now I’ve got to get him back on the table and strapped fully down so I can continue my work.

He’s weak, a skinny bastard with virtually no body hair. It’s almost like he never hit puberty. Lifting his legs back onto The Rack, even with him flailing about is an easy task. He’s already had his ears drilled, his tongue ripped out along with his eyeballs destroyed. He’s the last of the ringleaders. Lucky number ten, two more to go.

Now, he’s practically bleeding from every orifice in his head, his eyelids went with his eyeballs when I dripped the tar into them.

Now I have the rest of his body to play with. He’s jerking occasionally from the pain, low moans escaping his lips

I’m feeling like getting my hands dirty, so I turn towards my table and retrieve the scalpel, which gleams in the low lighting.

I approach him once more and press the scalpel to his sternum. I feel the saliva collect in my mouth as I anticipate feeling the slippery organs between my fingers.

Then I cut slowly, making sure to relish every inch of flesh cut open, blood seeping from the wound I’m inflicting on him. His body begins shaking uncontrollably. Shock tends to do that.

His body stills and I stop cutting, placing the scalpel down beside him on the table.

“Now, we can’t have you leaving the party yet, Mauricio. We’ve got some more festivities before we call it a day.” I retrieve a shot of adrenaline before shoving the needle deep into his neck muscle.

He sharply inhales before he begins writhing once more, his head shaking emphatically as he is welcomed once more into this nightmare.

I pick up the scalpel and continue to cut open his flesh. Once I’ve cut from his sternum all the way down to below the navel, I make another incision from one side of his rib cage to the other.

I open him up completely to display his entrails before reaching in and nestling my hand between his intestines. The slippery organs cause me to sigh with delight.

Generally, I don’t feed my demons this much – I would normally just give them a taste – but this is what I want. I crave this.

I grasp the intestines and begin pulling them from his body, allowing them to fall and coil on the floor.

The blood from the man’s body is a steady flow as it joins the intestines below The Rack.

I reach under his rib cage and grasp his fast beating heart. This will be his death. This will be what ends Mauricio.

I feel it beating away wildly against my palm, under my fingers. This is life. This is a heart.

Amelia thinks that I don’t have one. I do. Of course I do. It’s just not the cliché image that you’d see on Valentine’s Day cards.

It’s merely a life source.

I squeeze with all my might as the organ becomes crushed beneath my fingers, and eventually comes to a stop. His body twitches a few more times and stops as well.

I pull my hand from the bloody depths and examine my stretched fingers, covered in the evidence of my darkness.

I raise my hand to my nose to inhale the sweet, coppery scent.

To my disappointment, the scratchy voice doesn’t stop. It only becomes louder.