His Kitten

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40. No Way Out


I woke suddenly to a sound I recognised. At first I though I was dreaming, but I soon realised I wasn’t. The last time I’d heard that sound had been in the villa, the loud crack of a gun, when Vincent had shot the man that had tried to assault me.

Then I heard the voice, I hoped I would never hear again. His voice sent a chill through to my very soul.

The bedroom door was opened just a crack. I silently crept from the bed and over to the door.

“This is your last chance, brother… Tell me what you’ve done with my kitten?” Daniel snarled.

He had a gun pointed at Vincent. He must have shot him once already as Vincent was lying on the floor clutching his leg.

“Fuck you!” Vincent hissed.

I swallowed nervously when I saw the smile on Daniel’s face. It wasn’t a pleasant smile, rather one laced with evil.

“No Vincent, that’s what my little kitten will be doing when I find her… and you will die a slow and painful death.”

That’s when I heard the second shot

I clamped my hand over my mouth, to mute the sob that was threatening to escape from me. He shot him! Daniel shot Vincent.

I needed to get out of here. Get away from him, and get help for Vincent. But how. We were several stories high, and the only feasible exit was in the living room, which Daniel was blocking.

I quickly glanced around the room, weighing up my options.

The bathroom or the closet...No he would find me easily.

I panicked when I heard his voice again.

“I guess I’ll try the bedroom first.”

I ran to the bed and scooted under it. I lay flat on my back, squeezed my eyes shut, and clamped my hand over my mouth.

I heard footsteps and the door being opened. Then his voice almost singing out.

“Little kitten? Where are you? Come to uncle Daniel like a good little kitten.”

It reminded me of when I was small. We used to play hide and seek. Only now his voice had a new malevolence about it.

Right now I would give anything to swap places with Vincent. Death would be preferable to what he would do to me. A tear trickled down my cheek, not because of my fear, although it was palpable. No, it was the thought of Vincent, lying there, bleeding to death, and I was powerless to do anything.

What had happened to Damien? Wasn’t he supposed to kill him. Him and Christian. But Daniel was here by himself. If that was the case, where was Christian? Was he dead? Had they killed Damien as well.

“You know Kitten, you’ve caused me a lot of trouble...”

I heard the bathroom door open. I jumped as he slammed it shut.

“The longer you hide from me, the more severe the punishment kitten.”

The next door to open must have been the closet. When he closed it, it was slammed even harder.

“Maybe I’ll just use the tracker in your necklace. I know its turned on...” he mocked.

I snapped my eyes open. The tracker. I had to turn it off.

I took my hand from my mouth, and grabbed the pendent. I couldn’t see much under the bed, so I tried to feel for the switch on the back.

After fiddling with it, for what seemed like an eternity, it made a loud click.

I froze. The noise it made sounded so loud. Was it my imagination? Could he have heard it?

I drew in a breath and held it. Not daring to breath. He hadn’t spoken a word.

I let out a shriek when I felt his hand wrap around one of my ankles. He yanked hard as he dragged me from under the bed.

I was only wearing one of Vincent’s tee-shirts, which rode up my back as I was dragged across the carpet. I felt my backside burn as my bare skin came into contact with the carpet.

I tried to kick out with my free leg, but Daniel quickly grabbed my other ankle.

“Tsk Tsk,” he scolded.

“Has my kitten found some claws?” he smirked.

I tried to pull my ankles from his grip, but the more I tried to pull the tighter his grip became.

“Get off me you pervert, I’m not yours and I’m not your kitten,” I screamed.

He looked at me and smirked.

“Oh you’ve always been mine, kitten. From the day you were born. Your daddy didn’t want you, so I paid him to keep you. Then when you were eighteen, I was going take you back. But when you turned into his sweet little princess, he changed his mind. Only I didn’t,” he sneered.

I shook my head.

“He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t do that,” I sobbed.

Daniel rolled his eyes.

“So innocent, and so naive. That’s what I like about you kitten. You’ll make the perfect little pet.”

He let go of my ankles and pulled the gun from his belt. He pointed it at me. This wasn’t the first time someone had pointed a gun at me, the difference being that I knew that Daniel would have no qualms about using it.

I swallowed nervously.

“A...Are you going to shoot me?” I stuttered.

There was a tremor in my voice that I wasn’t quite able to contain.

He stared at me, and licked his lips.

“Oh no kitten, I have much more interesting plans for you, now turn around.”

My heart started to hammer in my chest, as I slowly turned around. I tried to keep my eye on him for as long as possible. I really didn’t want to turn my back on him, but I didn’t have much choice.

He must have put the gun away while my back was turned, because the next thing I felt were his hands clamped around my wrists. He was binding them with something. I didn’t know what it was, all I knew that he was tying them roughly and tight. I winced, as he yanked the last knot in place.

One of his hands gripped the front of my throat, and he pulled me into his chest.

I shuddered as I felt his breath on my neck.

“Such a pretty little kitten you’ve grown into,” he whispered.

Then I felt something cold on my cheek. The gun.

“Shall we see how my brother is doing, kitten?”

Daniel's hand moved from my throat to the back of my neck, and he pushed me towards the bedroom door, the barrel of the gun still resting on my cheek. I could feel myself trembling.

What was he going to do?

He pushed me into the living room. I let out a gasp when I saw Vincent. A tear trickled down my cheek. He was still alive... just. A red stain covered the front of his white shirt. The red patch glistened with wetness. He was bleeding profusely.

I let out a sob, and turned my head to look away. Daniel grabbed my hair and turned my head back towards where Vincent lay.

“Oh no kitten, I think we should watch him die together.”

I looked back at Vincent. He was still conscious. I mouthed the words. ‘I’m sorry’.

Vincent gently shook his head. He was going to die, and there was nothing I could do.

Daniel shoved me forward so I was closer to where Vincent lay. Then he shoved me to my knees.

“You see kitten, that’s what happens to people who touch what is mine,” he hissed.

I flinched as he stroked my cheek with the barrel of the gun.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” Daniel demanded.

I hesitated.

“Now!” he growled.

I opened my mouth, just a little.

“Oh wider than that kitten, come on,” he sneered.

As I opened my mouth, he pushed the barrel of the gun inside. The side of it pressed against my tongue. I could taste the bitterness of the metal.

I closed my eyes, and trembled. Was he going to kill me, was that it. Did he want make Vincent watch me die.

“Look how well her little mouth wraps around my gun. Imagine how that mouth will look when its wrapped around my cock, brother. Because that’s the last thing you’re gonna see before you die,” Daniel sneered.

I whimpered. No, I’d die first. I’d never let him violate me like that.

I tried to pull away, but he pushed the gun harder into my mouth, causing me to gag as tears ran down my cheek.

Then I heard a sound like shattering glass.

The pressure of the gun in my mouth lessened and I heard a thud as the gun hit the floor, then another loud thud.

I heard a voice I didn’t recognise yell, “Clear!”

When I opened my eyes, there were three men in the room, all dressed in black and carrying guns. Their faces were covered and they were wearing helmets. Daniel was lying on the floor, dead. A bullet hole in his forehead was seeping blood.

I let out a sob, as one approached me.

“Rosie, its ok. It’s only me.”

Damien pulled off the helmet and face covering.

He knelt down on one knee, and wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s ok Rosie, It’s all over now,” he soothed.

“Vincent...” I sobbed.

I looked over and the other two men, were kneeling next to him.

“Daniel...he shot him...twice.”

Damien let me go, and pulled a knife from his belt. He quickly cut the binding on my wrist.

“Are you hurt at all?” Damien questioned.

I shook my head, and tried to move towards Vincent.

Damien held me back.

“Let them do their job, they’ll stabilise him until the ambulance arrives.”

I nodded. Still in shock, as I stared at the carnage around me.

Damien wrapped a blanket around me. I wasn’t sure where it had come from. When I looked up they were lifting Vincent onto a stretcher.

Damien helped me to stand.

“Is he...Is he going to be ok?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Damien sighed.

“I don’t know Rosie. They’ll do their best. We need to get you checked out too.”

I shook my head.

“I’m ok...”

Damien smiled.

“We’ll let the doctors be the judge of that, lets get you to the hospital.”

Damien led me out into the corridor, where there was another gurney waiting.

I frowned.

“I don’t need an ambulance...I can walk.”

Damien shook his head.

“Humour me Rosie, Armando would never forgive me if anything happened to you.”

He helped me onto the gurney, and the medic covered me with a blanket.

“Does Armando know what happened?” I questioned.

Damien nodded, and walked beside the gurney as they wheeled it down the corridor. I had so many questions but right now all I could think about was Vincent.

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