Page 2 of Savoring Sienna
With desperation pumping adrenaline through her veins, she tried to pull away, but he was stronger.
“Oh, no, you fucking slut. Today is the day…” His grip on her throat didn’t loosen as he dragged her toward his private suite that featured a fully equipped dungeon. The door closed behind them with a final, ominous click.
The room was the devil’s playground. Every torture tool imaginable was stacked on shelves. He kept a plethora of heavy impact tools, hooks and chains in the ceiling, a king size bed with restraints, and numerous pieces of equipment stood in strategic places.
“Let me go, Stan. If you don’t want her or me, let me go. I’ll walk away. Please!” Her pulse hammered in her ears.It was the most frantic, terrifying rhythm feeding her fear.
“Why would I let you go? You’re mine… and soon to be my wife. I invested too much time in this relationship to throw it away and for what? A useless embryo? No, all you need is a little…reset. Tonight, with four of us.” His hand tightened as he leaned in. “You’re going to take us.” His voice was eerily calm. “All four. At once. And if you fight or refuse, I’ll make sure you never forget the day you denied me my rights.”
“I won’t do it.” She backed away, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.
His face darkened as his jaw turned rigid. “You will.”
“Not while I’m pregnant. Something like that… and… and the way you’d use me… I could have a miscarriage.” She shook her head with her breath coming in short, panicked pants. “Please, Stan. I’m your submissive, not your sex slave. You can’t force me. Don’t do this. Not to her.”
“Her?” His lips curled into a sneer as he stepped closer. His voice dropped to a malevolent whisper. “Do you honestly think I care about her? That I want some sniveling, uselessthingtaking up space inside you?” His hand shot out, catching her chin in a painful grip to force her eyes to his. “I want to getridof her, Sienna. You? I want tohurtyou for the inconvenience of the past six months.”
Sienna recoiled. The words were a corporeal blow to her stomach that was twisting in horror as she realized he truly meant every word he said. She turned to run as she finally acknowledged what she had sensed upon arrival. There was no reasoning with him, not when he was like this.
Stan was faster. His fingers twined in her hair, yanking her back so hard, her vision blurred. Pain exploded across her scalp as he dragged her toward the center of the room.
“No! Let me go! Please. Stan, let go!” She screamed and lashed out with terror driving her body to escape, but she was no match for his strength. His fist connected with her jaw, sending her sprawling. Another hit, this time in her ribs. She curled inward, wrapping her arms around her swollen stomach, desperately trying to shield the life inside her with every ounce of strength she had left.
“Stop!” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “For God’s sake. You’ll hurt her!”
The laugh he spat out was cold and malicious. “That’s the point, you stupid bitch.”
Sienna tried to scramble away but her fingers slipped on the marble floor. “Where do you think you’re going?” he snickered as he kicked her side so hard that the impact knocked the breath from her lungs.
“I beg you, s-stop.” She rolled, gasping for breath, but he was on her in an instant, straddling her hips to pin her wrists above her head.
“You’re mine,” he snarled with his breath hot against her face. “I warned you the day we entered into this relationship that I don’t share what’s mine.”
“It’s a child, your own flesh and blood!” No matter how she thrashed beneath him, he pushed down harder, crushing her under his bulk.
“Is that supposed to fucking matter?” His eyes glimmered with dark intent. “Especially when I don’t give a fuck.”
“Noo! For god’s sake, Stan… no!” Her screams were raw as her struggles increased, fed by pure terrorand desperation. Her eyes were locked on the knife he suddenly held in his hand. A long, thin, gleaming rapier.
“It’s time, slut,” he snarled as his fingers curled around the hilt. “You refuse my demands, then you don’t get to keep it.” His voice was eerily calm. “Because all you need in your life is me.”
“No! Let me go!” Her voice echoed raw and desperate throughout the room. He backhanded her, the force of it snapping her head to the side and blurring her vision, but she kicked, twisted, and fought with everything she had.
It wasn’t enough.
“Oh, Jesus!” she yowled as the blade sliced against her shoulder. The cut was fire, searing through her flesh all the way down to her elbow. Crying and begging, she twisted away, but he slashed again. The sharp knife ruthlessly left cuts across her breasts. Her pleas became desperate as blood welled from the wounds, soaking into her clothes.
“Stan, please, STOP!”
He didn’t hear her. Or he just didn’t care. Or perhaps bloodlust had taken over. The knife flashed, and then the true agony started.
Stan didn’t just cut. Heunmadeher.
The first slash was a betrayal of her own body as her skin, which had stretched and softened to make room for the life inside her, now split like overripe fruit. The blade was cold, then hot… then nothing, because the nerves in her abdomen short-circuited, overwhelmed by the sheer wrongness of the violation.
She screamed until her throat felt like it tore. Her body registered the invasion while her mind struggled to process the absolute cruelty of it. The sanctuary she hadcreated, the sacred space where her child grew, was being torn apart. She fought with primal desperation, clawing at him even as darkness crept at the edges of her vision. His cold laughter cut deeper than the blade.
Then came the moment, that terrible, eternal moment, when she felt a shift inside her, a tiny, panicked flinch, and then there was… silence.
