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CHAPTER FOUR

Later at night, food is brought for me. I thank God because I was apprehensive they might starve me to death. I rest my head against the wall once I have eaten. Tears unconsciously stream down my face as I remember how Thomas looked at me earlier. I think about how he must believe I don't love him and only pretended to love him to gain his trust. It hurts me so much to know I am the reason for his pain, and I can do nothing to make it go away.

I still remember the day I realized I had fallen in love with him. I think we had been dating for four or five months by then. I knew I had already started growing feelings for him, but I always denied it until that day. Thomas got into an accident, and the thought of being in the world without him scared me more than James's fist on my body. It made me realize that I had fallen in love with him. I didn't even want to believe it because I thought I would only fall in love with one man on this earth, who was James, but I was wrong. After spending a lot of time with Thomas, I fell in love with him.

I know the best way to make Thomas's pain of my betrayal go away is by telling him my feelings for him are real, and I didn't want to steal his money, but I doubt anyone would believe me. I approached him for that reason, and that is always going to be a fact. I wish I could tell him James forced me to do it, and he would believe me. Unfortunately, I was not blessed with such luck.

I wake up to the sound of the door opening. I didn't even know when I fell asleep. The two men from last night step inside. One of them has a shopping bag in his hand.

"Put them on," He says, throwing the shopping bag at me. It lands on my legs.

"Why," I ask, opening the shopping bag to see a pair of clothes. There is a tank top and bum shorts. Why do they need me to change my clothes? I wonder what is going on.

"You have two minutes to change before I come back to get you." He says and walks out of the room with the other man.

I stare at the clothes, wondering if I should change into them or not. I decide to put them on even though I don't know why they need me to change my clothes. I just hope, for whatever reason it might be, it is not something horrible or worse, something I can't handle.

After two minutes, the man keeps to his words and comes back to get me with his partner. They drag me out of the room and throw me on the same chair I sat on last time.

They tie me to the chair as they did the other time. I don't wait long before my torturer walks in with a beautiful smile on her face. I am sure she loves hurting me.

"How are you doing today, Melina," Kim asks, smiling

"Good, I guess," I was exhausted after the shock torture, but I feel a little better since I ate.

"That's nice to hear. I wonder for how long."

"Why did they make me change my clothes?" If the men can't tell me, maybe she can.

"Oh, they didn't tell you," She asks, smirking.

"No, they didn't." My brows pull together as I realize I am missing something important

"That's good because I would love to demonstrate why instead of saying it."

"What do you mean?" I ask, worried she might be planning to do something horrible to me. What am I saying? I can bet the only thoughts going through her head are ways to make me suffer unbearable pain like yesterday.

"You will see." "Today, we are going to do like yesterday. I am going to give you three chances to tell me where James or the money is before I make you suffer."

"I already told you the answer to both questions."

Kim asks me three times about James and the money. I don't say anything because my answer isn't any different today.

"It seems I will make you bleed faster than I thought," She says, smirking.

Kimberly picks up a weird-looking knife and walks towards me.

"I never understood what he saw in you," She says, using the tip of her blade on my finger. Once she reaches my wrist, she increases pressure and draws blood. She doesn't stop there, and by the time she has gotten to my shoulder, I think the whole building must have heard my screams of pain. "This is only the beginning, Melina. If you decide to claim not to know where the money is or James, I will continue to design your body with my blades," She whispers into my ear and continues her trail on my shoulder towards my other hand down to my fingers with her blade. I scream in agony as my body gets torn open. I am going to die today.

I don't know how much time has gone by, but my throat is hurting badly from screaming in pain. Kimberly has used her blade to tear open all parts of my body. I don't even understand how I am still alive with the amount of blood dripping on the floor. The only place she hasn't used her blades on is my face. I am even surprised she hasn't because I know Kimberly is jealous of my beauty. I am guessing this is why they made me change so it can be easy to tear my body open.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to last this long," Kimberly says, but I don't say anything. "Look at me when I am talking to you bitch" Kimberly grabs my hair and forces my head up to look at her. She places the blade on my face. "You are lucky he said I shouldn't touch your face; if not, I would make you the ugliest woman on this earth."

She drops my head back down with a force that can break my neck and takes a step away from me.

"Bring the salt; it seems we need to spice things a little bit more," She says, smirking while my eyes widen in the realization of what she wants to do. It would be pain like I would never imagine. God, please don't let her do that to me. I will die a horrible death.

"Please don't, please don't. Please, I am begging you, Kimberly. Please don't put salt on my wounds."

"It seems that is the only thing that is going to make you talk, so I have to do it."

"I swear to you, Kimberly, I don't know where the money or James is," I say, with tears streaming down my face. It's bad enough the cuts hurt like hell. I don't even want to imagine the pain I would feel once salt is poured on them.

"We will see about that," She says, collecting a plate that most definitely has salt in it from someone.

I shake my body, pleading with her as she walks closer to me with the salt in her hand.

"Kimberly, please, please, I beg of you. Don't do this."

"The more you beg me, honey, the more I want to," She says, smirking, grabbing a spoon full of salt. She is about to pour it on the cuts she made on my thighs when someone suddenly walks into the room and pushes Kimberly's hands away from my body.

"That's enough, Kim, I said nothing extreme" I look up from my thigh that almost got salt poured on it to the pair of hands that pushed Kimberly's away.

Thomas stares at me, and for a split second, I see remorse in his eyes for the state I am in, but he quickly masks it away. I knew he was not here today while Kimberly tortured me. I was surprised he was not here today, but I am happy he came at the right time. I don't even want to imagine the extra pain I would have gone through if Kimberly had poured the salt on me.

"Pouring salt on her wounds is not extreme," Kimberly argues angrily

"It is, and I think she has received enough torturing for today. Leo, untie her hands and feet." Thomas commands one of the bulky guys in the room

"No, she hasn't," Kimberly says, a little above average speaking tone. I can bet she is about to lose it right now. Thomas stopping her from hurting me with the salt must be pissing her off a lot.

"I said she has," Thomas says, with more authority in his voice this time.

Once Leo is done untying me from the chair, I try to move my ass a little. I have been glued to the chair, and my ass hurts from being in one position for a long time. In trying to move my body, I almost fall down from the chair because of how weak I am, probably from the blood loss. Thomas is fast in catching me before I hit the ground.

"Thank you," I rasp out. I blink my eyes as Thomas's face starts to double before my eyes.

"Melina, are you okay?" Thomas asks with a bit of hint of worry in his voice.

"Yes," I try to steady my body on my own without the help of Thomas's but fail miserably.

"I don't even know why I asked that question," He says to himself, but I still hear it since we are close to one another. He places his hands under my legs and lifts me off the ground.

"Thomas," I rasp out. I am shocked to see him carrying me. He avoids eye contact with me as my body rests perfectly against his. I always loved being in his arms. His scent always calmed me down.

"Leo, call Dr. Chris, tell him to get his ass here in the next few minutes," Thomas walks towards the door with me in his arms.

"Why are you getting her treated?' Kimberly asks, blocking Thomas's way out of the room.

"Because I want to move out of my way," Thomas tries to walk past Kimberly, but she keeps blocking his way out.

"She lied to you; you shouldn't get her treated; you should let her die," Kimberly shouts as her body vibrates from the anger coursing through her, probably from Thomas wanting to get my wounds treated. The veins on her forehead look like they would pop any minute. She must be super pissed off with Thomas's actions right now.

"Kimberly, I am only going to say this once, move out of my fucking way," Thomas says, in a voice too calm for the way Kimberly seems to be irritating him by blocking his way out.

"I can't believe you," Tears of rage fill her eyes as she moves out of the way.

"I choose when she dies, not you," Thomas says before walking out of the room.

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