My Abductor, My Submissive 16+

Chapter 34: Truth be told

Mother narrows her cold, unwavering eyes at me, making me shudder, knowing I have never seen her this way.

"His company was in crisis, and he lost everything, and now we're at square one. I am back at square one, Alex included," she shakes her head as if finding it hard to believe.

"What is s-square one?" I ask, needing answers, knowing if I might die, I could at least know what for.

"Initially, my motive was to pursue your money, but then I came across Alex, who was affluent and prosperous. However, after a year, his fortunes took a downward spiral, and he lost everything. As a result, I am once again in pursuit of your wealth. As I said, we are back at square one."

My eyes widen once more, my throat getting parched from her words, all of this adding up to me now. "So you and Alex conspired to kill me, so you could get everything I owned?" I ask in disbelief, letting out a deep horrifying gasp, my eyebrows creasing as I look at her.

They were a part of me getting kidnapped and held hostage to be killed-!

She grins at me with a look of madness, "You didn't quite get it right, but I won't hold it against you..." she chuckles notoriously, making me frown at her, confused and gritting my teeth in anger.

"What?"

"I forced Alex to kill you," she speaks blatantly. "He didn't want to, but he had to," she explains, tightening my heart.

At her words, my eyes widen, my eyes filling with tears and regret, knowing I knew Alex was a good person at first.

I can't believe I let Lorenzo kill him.

Lorenzo... I sigh, thinking of him, feeling my heart melt to my stomach.

It's possible that Lorenzo's departure marked the final time he laid eyes on me. It's unfair to hold him responsible since he couldn't have anticipated the tragic turn of events. My mother's true nature as a murderer was unforeseeable, and she had meticulously orchestrated my death without anyone's knowledge.

No one.

"Alex was a good man-" I stop grinding my cuff against the board because of how worn out my hands get, and nothing was happening.

"Before you and your boy toy murdered him, so there is no more Alex to talk about," she lifts her hand to focus her gun to my head, making me gasp in horror, my body quivering in despair and dread.

"I-If we k-knew that y-you were behind all of this, L-Lorenzo would-" I begin, knowing he would've done anything to keep me safe.

"Killed me blah blah blah, all of your bullshit, shut it!" She screams at me. "Don't you see I have a gun pointed at your head!"

I quickly press my lips closed, looking at the gun she holds, my lips quivering and my breathing growing heavy with panic.

"I've been coveting this moment for way too long, but you kept eluding all my endeavors. When you turned eighteen, you went to college. When you came for Thanksgiving, it was held a grandma's, so there was no way to act. You spent Christmas with your best friend and the other holidays on trips, also with your best friends, then all that happened the other year until I met Alex, and I halted on you because he was already wealthy." She explains, aiming the gun, her fingers twitching to pull the trigger, causing me to gulp with fear.

I can't believe this woman! Someone who I thought was my mother and loved. I thought she loved me.

She was one of my best friends.

But I am lucky I came this far, unintentionally dodging her attempts for two years. I saved my life without even knowing.

"You used him!" I yell at the sick fuck. "You never loved Alex?" I mutter, shaking my head, knowing that he loved us. He never deserved to die, and it is all my fault he died. I forced Lorenzo to kill him! I killed him.

I am a murderer.

My eyes begin to well with tears once more before they start rolling from my eyes with heartbreak and regret.

"I mean, yeah, why would I? I wanted cash-" She shrugs her shoulder, making my blood boil with hatred and rage that starts inside me from what she did.

"He loved you!" I scream in wrath.

"I have the fucking gun, and I am not afraid to use it!" She retorts, infuriated by my words, making me quickly calm myself, knowing she's right.

"O-okay, okay... I am s-sorry, please don't shoot," I beg, shaking my head at her, even knowing there is no persuading her.

With a chilling and terrifying statement, she starts, "Since you possess all the knowledge necessary, your existence becomes unnecessary." These words strike me with an overwhelming feeling of fear, shock, and panic, causing my heart to sink into my stomach.

"W-who were my biological parents?" I enquire, wanting her to continue talking to me and not needing to put a bullet inside my head.

"Shakira and Nickalus Davidson. I heard they were such lovely people, friendly in the neighborhood and such," she smiles cocking her head to the side, bringing it back to me with a soft chuckle.

I need to prolong our conversation even though no one might come to save me. No one is aware of my current situation, including Lorenzo. It would be comforting if he knew what I am going through.

All I ever wanted was to be with him indefinitely before being stuck in this predicament.

"H-how did they d-died?" I ask with my voice cracking up, fearing to lose my life.

"Tragic plane crash, I heard, so sad, not that I care because, look what it granted me with, YOU." She laughs. "Anyway, they were on their way home from a trip to Jamaica, and things started acting up on the plane, then you know, one thing led to the next, and they died," she lets out a fake breath of exhaustion for telling me the story, giving me a hostile look.

I am experiencing a state of desperation as I have exhausted all my questions, which are essential for my survival.

The realization that I have no further questions to generate is distressing me greatly, causing panic to take me over.

This is not how I wanted to meet my end, and I am struggling to come to terms with it. Despite having imagined numerous ways to depart from this world, this was never one of them.

My body is trembling uncontrollably, and my heart is beating ferociously in my chest, instilling a sense of terror that overwhelms me.

My eyes start hastening with tears, and I start to panic, my heart thundering in heavy rhythms.

"Pl-pl-please take th-the cash a-and forget e-ev-"

She starts laughing at me as if I am crazy when she's the crazy one. "Y-you think giving me the money will save you? Honey, there are a lot of reasons for you to run off to the cops. I can guarantee that!" She shakes her head at me and smiles cruelly while the tears rush from my eyes, fearing my life.

"I-I w-won't s-say anything," I stutter out in fear.

"I doubt that," she snorts.

My mom or Martha cocks her gun as she lowers it to my heart.

Before I can take my last breath, I feel an urgent need to convey a message to the one person who has always held my trust and love.

With a heavy heart and tear-filled eyes, I whisper to my mother. "Lorenzo should know that I will never stop loving him," I begin to weep, waiting for my last breath to arrive.

It's my time.

Bam!