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Chapter 7 Pain Filled.

Trigger Warning: This section contains graphic descriptions of extreme domestic violence and abuse.

Danika's Pov

The first slivers of dawn were just pushing through window when I finally managed to slip away. The stranger was deeply asleep, his breathing heavy and even. I left him a small, cryptic note on his chest: We have a deal. Don’t forget.

I slipped out into the empty, early-morning corridor, finding my way to the back exit and stepping out into the chilly air. Getting home was a blur. I pushed open the heavy oak door of the sitting room, intending to sneak upstairs, but the lights were on.

Jared was sitting on the main leather sofa, sipping coffee. He looked up the moment I stepped inside. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrowed into slits when they took in my disheveled state.

My entire body went rigid. I was shaking violently. I forced a weak smile onto my face, trying to sound casual. "Good morning, dear. I... I had a terrible night. The stomach pains were awful. I'm going to go lie down."

I tried to walk past the archway and toward the stairs, but I only managed two steps.

Jared moved impossibly fast. His hand shot out like a viper, his fingers wrapping around a handful of my hair near the root. He yanked hard, upward and backward, sending a blinding bolt of pain through my skull and down my neck.

"AH!" I screamed, the sound sharp and terrified.

I lost my footing and crashed to the marble floor. The large scarf I had draped so carefully over my shoulders flew off my body, landing a few feet away. The light of the room illuminated my neck and shoulders. I had hickeys scattered everywhere around my shoulders. That stranger had surely did a number on me. Jared didn't need to say a word. He just stared down at the evidence of my ‘betrayal’, his face transforming from cold anger to a terrifying, controlled fury.

"You couldn't even wait a day, could you?" He hissed, his voice dangerously low. "You disgust me, Danika. After everything I give you, you go crawling to some pathetic gutter rat."

“N… No! J… Jared!”

He grabbed me by the arm, hauling me roughly to my feet. I whimpered, the pain in my arm and scalp agonizing.

"No! Jared, please! I didn't mean to!" I cried out, the denial automatic. "I don't know what happened! I was sick! I…"

Smack!

His palm cracked across my face with sickening force. My head snapped sideways, and a hot, metallic taste exploded in my mouth. My ear immediately began to ring. I stumbled back against the wall, my cheek already throbbing and swelling. He didn't slow down. He grabbed my hair again, tighter this time, and started dragging me across the polished floor toward the master bathroom.

"Stop! Please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I sobbed, my voice ragged.

He dragged me into the bathroom and threw me against the sink. The impact drove the air from my lungs. Before I could catch my breath, he started kicking. A heavy kick slammed into my ribs. I screamed, a guttural sound of pure agony, and doubled over. Another kick landed, lower this time, crushing into my stomach. I gagged, tasting bile and blood.

"You stained my name!" He spat, his voice escalating into a snarl. He didn't use his hands, only his feet, delivering precise, brutal blows. He kicked my thighs, my lower back, and then another crushing blow to my side.

I curled into a ball on the floor, trying to protect my head, crying uncontrollably. "Please! Stop! I'll do anything! I'm bleeding!"

He yanked me up by my chin, forcing me to look at him. My face was wet with tears and snot, my vision blurry.

"You will pay for cheating on me.” He stated, his voice flat and monotonous once more, the rage retreating back into that chilling control.

"You stained my property. I'm going to clean you." He then shoved me toward the bathtub and turned the cold water tap on full blast. The water got full very quickly and after he looked at me, I knew what he wanted to do. So I ran. I turned and tried to run out of the bathroom but Jared caught me by my hair again and pulled me back.

“Jared! Jared no. No, no! Don't do this! No!” I screamed, shaking violently. He grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face down toward the rising water. The shock was immediate. Water rushed into my mouth and nose, choking me. I thrashed blindly, clawing at his arms, my body erupting in fear.

He held me under until my lungs were screaming and the edges of my vision turned black. He pulled me up just long enough for one wheezing, desperate gasp of air, then slammed my head back under, holding me down until I stopped struggling, until my body was slack and my senses were dimming.

When he finally yanked me out, I fell onto the tiled floor, collapsing into a coughing, retching mess. Water poured from my mouth and nose. I lay there, gasping for life, my ribs aching, my entire body a symphony of agonizing throbs.

He did this over and over and over again. Until my eyes were completely red and I could barely see anything. My breathing was slow, my chest heaving. But he looked utterly bored.

"Get yourself cleaned up. You have a dinner party tonight. If you show a single bruise on your face, I will make this morning look like a spa day." He stepped over my battered body without a glance. "You will pay for cheating on me, Danika. Every single day."

He walked out, the click of the heavy door locking behind him. I lay on the cold tiles for what felt like hours, shaking uncontrollably. Every inch of me was screaming, my ribs felt broken, my stomach was churning with internal pain, and my head pounded where he had hit and dragged me. The hot metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.

After a long, endless period, the cold, hard will to survive finally surfaced. I pushed myself up slowly, every movement a fresh stab of agony. I was dizzy, but the haze of pain was clearing, replaced by a single, burning focus. I crawled on hands and knees out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I dragged myself across the plush carpet until I reached the nightstand where my phone lay.

My hand found the phone. I fumbled through the screen lock, the movement of my fingers almost impossible. I navigated to the contacts and dialed the burner number, the number for the man I had made the deal with earlier.

Then a low, rough voice picked up, the voice of my reluctant business partner.

"Who is this?" The voice asked, sharp and suspicious.

My voice was weak, raspy, and barely recognizable, but the hatred in it was solid, steel-hard. "It's Danika," I managed to whisper, swallowing the rising blood.

I paused, breathing heavily, channeling all the fresh agony into a singular, deadly intent. “I will send you Jared's detailed schedule.” I closed my eyes, the image of Jared's satisfied, cruel face etched behind my eyelids.

"In two days," I repeated, the whisper now a rock-hard certainty. "Jared must die. Make it slow.”

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