Written By : Pamela James
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“Let go of me!” she screamed.
Daniella struggled under the hands of Damien tigthened grip on her wrist.
Tripping and stumbling over her feet as he dragged her across to where a limousine parked at the front of her house, surrounded by tens of bodyguards.
“Stop,” she yelled furiously.
“Daniella, be quiet,” he snarled.
He roughly pulled her along until the reached the door of the limousine where the guards stood by cautiously.
“Get in,” he commanded, opening the door and gesturing for her to get inside the car.
“What?” she asked weirded out.
“Get in yourself!”
“You have no rights to refuse unless you want to see your family on the streets,” he glared.
Daniella flinched, tempted by his threat. However, she figured he was just bluffing.
He wouldn’t actually do that to them, would he?
“That’s low, even after you moved them all the way to another state just so I couldn’t visit them anymore. You still want to mess with them?” she glared.
She watched as Damien’s face was suddenly painted with a deep scorn.
“I don’t care what I have to do. If breaking your family is what it takes for you to be by my side, then so be it,” he rumbled.
Daniella squinted her eyes at him with condemn.
“Looks like you’ve already done that before haven’t you?” she said accusingly.
Damien suddenly raised his eyebrows at her.
“What are you talking about?” he asked suspiciously.
She smirked and looked away.
“You think I don’t know that you’ve been doing this to other people too? That you also have ruined other peoples livelihoods just like my dads business? Is it fun toying with people?” she spat.
Damien suddenly increased his grip on her, making her yelp in pain.
She was suddenly thrown into the car where she hit her head on the back of the other door, causing her to grunt.
Before she even had time to get up, the car began to speed off with the sound of screeching rubber howling in the night.
“Stop the car!” she yelled while trying to unlock the door.
She used her hands to bang on the window and her feet to try and kick the glass but to no avail.
“Let me out!” she shouted.
“Calm down,” Damien retaliated impatiently.
Daniella whipped her head towards him and gave him a menacing stare.
“Fvck off,” she snapped back.
Daniella looked at him as he suddenly turned sour.
He slowly rose his hand in the air and all of a sudden, ending the ruckus in the car with a large slap.
It was as quick as a flash of lightning. Even the sheer impact made it seemed like she was electrocuted by lightning.
Daniella sat there stunned for a second, trying to process what just happened.
Only after a few seconds did she realise that he had slapped her– and painfully hard.
The stinging sensation finally started to develop in her cheek. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bruise there the next day.
“Why did you slap me?” she whispered astounded.
“I needed you to calm down,” he frowned deeply, retracting his hand back.
Damien had rubbed his hand before signing in front of her.
Daniella still couldn’t believe he would actually lay a hand on her. She didn’t know what to say to it.
“If you had just listened to me then none of this would have happened,” he began.
“But then look at what you did.”
She sat there taking in his criticism not knowing if she was really listening to this.
“Leaving you was the best decision I’ve ever made,” she said bitterly.
“I’m glad Ryan helped me escape from your pathetic a$s.”
Damien looked at her furious, expressing his disapproval for her back-chat with a deep scowl.
“Ryan?” he said slowly.
Daniella instantly flinched and realised that Damien didn’t know Ryan had helped her.
“You mean to tell me, Ryan brainwashed you into leaving me?” he seethed.
“He did not brainwash me,” she retorted.
“He helped me get away from you, which I had been meaning to do for a while.”
“So what else did you two do in there? Fvck around behind your husband’s back?” he accused.
“Why do you always think I’m going to cheat on you with the first guy I interact with? And also, I don’t consider psychos as a husband,” she shot back.
“Don’t play smart with me, Daniella. Who knows what you two have been doing alone in there,” he whispered maniacally.
“And you are legally my wife until I say so,” he responded harshly.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Until you say so? With the way you act, we might as well be master and servant since all you do is order me around.”
“Please, I’ve been trying to have a meaningful relationship with you as a real couple but all you do is disrespect that,” he accused.
“How can I respect a relationship where it never even started as one? You forced me to be your wife and to do whatever you say which isn’t even a normal relationship. Then you go and burn down my own home just because I didn’t do what you like? Honestly, what part of this relationship was there to be respected about?” she fired back.
“Shut up!” he yelled.
Daniella looked at him surprised.
“Grab her,” he ordered the bodyguards who had been sitting beside her.
They quickly grabbed her arms so she couldn’t move, making her shout in an intense struggle.
“Let me go!” she yelled.
Daniella watched as Damien brought out a small glasses-sized case. As he opened it, she saw the glint of a thin metal object.
“What is that?” she asked suspiciously.
“I didn’t want to have to do this,” he started, slowly taking it into his hand, “but it seems this is an appropriate course of action this time.”
Daniella widened her eyes as the object revealed itself to be a needle. And as it gradually got closer to her, her eyes got wider.
The bodyguards holding her then took her arm out and held it out in front of her forcefully.
Suddenly, he poked the end into her arm and she immediately started to scream.
“Stop, stop, stop it!” she shouted in vain.
“Don’t worry, you’ll feel really good in a few hours,” he stated.
As he said that, somehow her vision started setting hazy and her mind was suddenly drifting off into an unconscious state.
In the background, the last thing she could hear was the faint sound of a belt unbuckle.