Talia's POV

The next time I woke up, I was dripping wet.


I had never felt so cold in my life.

The weather was chilly, and so was the water on my body. I felt like I would freeze anytime, so I wanted to get a change of clothes, by my arms wouldn't budge.

'Son of a bitch." I said out loud.


I tried my legs too, the same thing, it didn't seem to move.

I was wondering what could have gone wrong.


The place sounded pretty much empty, even my breathe was echoing.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that I had been tied, to a bed!

Not even taken to a hospital for all the injuries I had sustained, Vance tied me securely to the bed.

A new, fresh set of tears let themselves out.

Worse than being bound to a bed alone and by myself in a locked flat, was being bound with Vance around, and the later was my fate.

I wished I had died from the blows he dealt me, it would have been easier that way, I would not gave had to face Ken.

But as I lay naked, unable to feel in between my legs, to detect whether he forcefully had his way with me or not, I hope for the ground to swallow and bury me.

I couldn't take anymore of the horrible circus my life had morphed into.

I made up my mind to confess there and then. There was no way that if Vance had raped me, I'd have kept alive.

I'd willingly jump off the popular Emory cliff, near Moonstone, and make the forty feet journey to my watery death. That seemed to be the best option seeing as I was very tightly bound.

As I opened my mouth to speak, I felt the gag in mouth.

Vance had me down and down.

'I'm not gone yet." Vance said in a so song voice.

I almost went mad with embarrassment.

I didn't expect these turn of event. I didn't ever think that was going to become me and Vance's relationship.

But there was no need sulking. I kept quiet, waiting for the worst to happen.

'You're a strange one." He started. 'There's barely any woman in all of Moonstone who is not dying to have me on top of her." He said very proudly.

'I'm not one of them. Please leave me alone." I managed to croak from the dirty gag he tied me with.

'I would do no such thing. Matter of fact, I would." I thought I heard him wrong.

'Huh." I didn't believe what he said.

'Let me help you." He said, freeing my hands and legs. 'You can loosen that one, I don't want to risk you biting me, cause if you did then I'd have to kill you." He said so casually.

Vance was callous. He was no more my sweetheart.

I ran to the kitchen right after ridding myself of all his silly ropes and restraint.

I hoped to get something, anything to defend myself with.

He couldn't win.

As predicted, he came after me, walking very slowly and menacingly. But he didn't enter, he just stay at the door and chew away on some fruit I didn't bother to look at. Vance was stark naked and relishing in it.

'Could you throw some clothes on?" I made sure to sound very sarcastic, because at that point, I just couldn't care.

'Why? Is my nudity triggering you? You feel offended by it? You want to suck?" Shamelessly, I almost laughed. I knew that Vance, that part of him that used to be fun when he was my mate.

Little dares like those led to hours of hot and steamy lovemaking. He would dare me to stand in one spot and look at him nude, unflinching, for a minute. I could always count on him to not let the minute elapse before whisking me in the room and tearing off my lingerie.

Tracy caught us so many times that at a point, she got used to it.

'Why did you do that?" As much as I was beginning to loathe him, I knew deep within me that I'd most definitely need him.

'I'm not used to giving explanations for the things I do." He said, flippantly.

I held the pans I had already grabbed tight. The aim was to put yup a fight.

Less than two minutes of intense silence and just the rise ahd fall of outlr breathes wafting through the air, I saw Vance stagger and fall.

Naturally, I thought it was a gimmick. I thought it was one of his antics to have me come close after which he'd pin me down and have his way with me.

I gave it a full minute before I started to inch closer, while banging the heavy pans against each other to see if the noise would irritate him enough to stop the nonsense he was doing.

He lay there, still. I then quickened my pace, just to see that he had blood running out if his mouth and nose.

I screamed. I screamed really loud.

If Vance was dead, it was automatically my end.

The door was locked and the key in heaven knows where. His body would have started to rot before they even discovered us, and I'd have followed suit, or gone mad.

I shook him, he wasn't breathing.

His penis had fallen limp.

I was never really good at first aid, so there was a lot of things I didn't know.

I sat him upright, putting my hands under his arms, I dragged him to the living room and rested him against a sofa. I felt his pulse, it was weak, but it was there. That was a good sign,

I used one of the pans with me to get water, which I emptied on his head from a height that would cause brain damage to someone with softer skull. I reasoned that cold water with that force would be what he needed.

The water was done, but Vance was still gone.

Panic set in.