VILE

Pestilance

"I am your morning, noon, and night. The blood in your veins and the air in your lungs sweetheart. There is no getting rid of me for I am always with you"
The words plagued me with every step I took. Fear etched its way into my chest. The large scar, out of place on my smooth right cheek with its bumpy texture, began to itch. The tingling so unbearable it burned worse than the memory of how I got it.

I shuttered unintentionally, the image of rough hands wielding an iron blade flashed across my mind. I had attempted to flee numerous times before, the sliced face was meerly a punishment. An excuse to keep me grounded, because no one would love a face as scarred as mine.

It had been a year since I had left the Castillo household, I called it my successful fifth attempt. A year of living in the shadows and cowering under hooded jackets. Fear was the only thing that drove me forward. The terror that I faced in that house egging me to do everything in my power to never return to that godless place and to that devil of a man.

As I walked through the crowded shopping center, I could feel eyes on me. I couldn't sense where they were coming from but I knew they were watching. I felt like a helpless Giselle caught in the sights of a hungry lion. The danger was imminent. He had found me.

I kept my head down, my inner voice screamed for me to leave as quickly as  possible. My inner mantra chanted for me to stay unnoticed. I was halfway to the nearest exit, almost free of the burning gaze burrowing into the back of my head. I  had rushed into a dark room. The exit was only a few steps away, I could escape.  Suddenly, I felt a man's presence behind me. He pressed himself against my back. Strong arms reached forward to hold me in place.

I stood still. My back pressed up against the rigid chest of the unknown assailant. He took a deep breath, inhaling my sent before letting out a low chuckle. The vibration traveling from deep within his chest to my back and through the rest of my body in the form of shivers. He could feel me tense up, which made him chuckle even louder. The sound echoed in my mind as he brought his lips to my ear.

"Don't try anything stupid Nari", he whispered. The base of his voice caused my knees to go weak and my throat to clench up. I started to tremble with both fear and something else. Arousal. I cursed myself for it. But I had known the man since I was 16. In 2 years he had trained me, done things to my body that made me respond only to his touch. I resented him, I feared him, and I tried my hardest not to need him.

I turned around in the man's grasp. His hands snaked their way down to my hips. I shuddered uncontrollably, it was pleasurable yet I was disgusted with myself. "Did you miss me cariña?" He asked. His husky voice was laced with a thick Spaniard accent. He raised his left hand to my cheek, and let his thumb gently stroke my horrid scar. "Tell me princessa, how did you manage to stay hidden from me all this time hmm?" I stayed quiet. When I refused to respond, his hand went from my cheek to the back of my neck, he then entangled his slender fingers into my hair and pulled back with force. I let out a strangled yelp. Every bit of my body hummed in response to his roughness. "When I ask a question, I do expect an answer in response" he sung out as if he wasn't yanking my hair with tremendous force.

The man brought his lips to my neck and placed a few soft kisses down to my collarbone before he bit down, reclaiming what was once his. I let out a whimper while trying to stiffle a moan. "I..I don't know Javier" I breathed out. My voice was shaky and uncertain. I stopped and took a deep breath to compose myself before I continued, "I guess you just couldn't train your men well enough. Considering you had do come do their job"

Javier's eyes darkened with irritation. He took his other hand away from my hip and wrapped it around my throat. His fingers squeezed tighter and tighter, cutting off the air flow. I couldn't breathe. I could feel my pulse beating in my temples and in my nether regions. Javier looked me in the eyes and leaned in.

"Don't get cocky little girl" he all but yelled in my face before crashing his lips on to mine. I tried to keep his tongue out of my mouth but he squeezed my neck harder causing my mouth to open on reflex. His tongue swirled around in my mouth as if he was relishing in the feel of his long lost prize. He let out a groan from the back of his throat before tossing me to the ground.

I collapsed on to the dirty flooring of the dark room. My gasps filled the air as I clutched my bruised throat trying to coax much needed oxygen into my deprived lungs. I looked up at Javier, he had pulled out a phone and was speaking in rapid Spanish. I had no doubt that he was calling some of his men to take us back to the Castillo household. The door was still a few feet away. I figured that if I could run fast enough, I could get to it and escape. Unfortunately, Javier sensed what I had in mind and grabbed a hold of my long, curly, brown hair.

He pulled me up by the fistful of hair he had grabbed and lugged me over his shoulder. His hand rested just below my butt, fingers gripping my thigh. I tried to fight, I kicked and screamed but that only earned me a harsh smack. Goosebumps rose upon my skin as I tried to conceal the unwanted ache that overtook me.

"Don't fight me princessa, it'll only make things worse for you when we get home" Javier grunted out before releasing a hearty laugh. He enjoyed the struggle I put up and the fear he instilled in me and didn't even try to hide it.

My fifth attempt at escaping didn't go very well, but it was the longest I've ever managed to be free. Everywhere I went he managed to be, and everywhere I hid he managed to find me. He was a very powerful man and I was his prisoner. Morning, noon, and night, it never stopped. His presence in my life and in my thoughts. I had tried to run and he caught me. I would soon wish he would kill me but I knew I wouldn't be going to heaven, and I would most likely see him in hell. He was a pestilence and his love was the most vile.

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First chapter in the book let me know what you guys think. Picture up top is what I imagine Nari  to look like minus the scar