His to Keep by S S Richards

Author:S S Richards [Richards, S S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-20T16:00:00+00:00

Something cold strikes my face so hard, causing me to whimper as my eyes fly open. It doesn’t take long for me to assess my surroundings and realize that I’m still locked up in the darkness. Except for this time, I’m tied to a chair. I know what my uncle is trying to do. Or shall I call him Dad instead?

He wants to destroy me and torture me before killing me and ending my anguish for once and for all. Either way, I don’t care anymore. I don’t deserve to die peacefully now that I know that I’m a murderer.

I sigh deeply and shut my eyes. The image of Lydia haunts my thoughts again. Even if my uncle was to give me freedom today, there’s no way I’ll be able to move on like I didn’t take someone’s life away. I’m officially corrupted just like him.

“Open your eyes.” His voice. Strong, powerful, and evil reverberates off the walls.

Obeying his order, I open my eyes and stare directly into his hazel ones. They’re the same as mine. Even the fire in them is similar to the one that blazes in mine every time I’m angry.

“So you knew all along, didn’t you?” he asks hoarsely.

“That you were my father? I figured it out the same night my parents died.”

The words come out of my mouth without my consent. And to my surprise, my jaw isn’t stiff, and no insects are sneaking underneath my skin.

He smirks.

“You’re just like your mother. A fucking liar.” He leans in closer to my face until he is only inches away from mine. “A fucking pretender. You knew this whole time that you’re the product of your mother and I’s fucking. How did that make you feel then?”

I chuckle underneath my breath. “Horrible. Not because you’re an asshole who fucked a married woman, but because whether I like it or not, your blood runs in my veins.”

His cheeks pale, and his eyes narrow.

“You’re just a fucking slut. Just like your mother.” He hisses.

“Yet you loved her so much you couldn’t stand seeing her in the arms of another man. In the arms of your own brother.”

It happens so fast, his palm connects with my numb cheek, striking me so hard that he sends me falling to the ground.

But I feel no pain.

I smile widely as he pulls my chair off the floor and glares at me.

“Choose, slut. Overdose or three gunshots.”

Thick, green veins pop in his neck. He’s fucking angry. And I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.

“Whatever you want, Father.”

He points the gun to my leg.

“And to think you were my favorite human being when I was a child,” I say mockingly.

“Shut the fuck up.” He bites out.

The anger morphing his wrinkly face is proof enough that I’m winning this. At least, I’ll die a winner.

“Goodbye, bitch.”

I look behind him and see Lydia leaning against the wall. Her hair is like spun gold, her face is angelic, but the look in her eyes is sinful. I’m happy that she came to visit me as I’m being tortured and killed.

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