Twisted Knights: Heaven and Hell: Twisted Knights MC Book Two by Lauren Calhoun

Angel
     
    I seriously think I am going crazy. I have no clue how long I have been here, locked away in some basement. Really, I have no clue where I am. Handcuffed to a wall, with only enough slack to use the makeshift toilet, a five gallon bucket. He really out did himself this time, even the torture chamber at the house isn't this bad. Clarke has only been by once, that was to show me the pictures of my dead brother and the members of his club.  
    Tears sprang to my eyes as I looked at the pictures on the floor. Demon, god I miss him, he was among them. He was the one person that knew me better than anyone else. Clarke took him from me, from the world. For what, exactly? To keep me locked up here, to rot? I wish that I knew where I was, so that I could figure out how in the hell to get out of here.  
    Trying to mourn the loss of what could have been my soul mate, my brother, and worrying about the safety of my babies has drained me. I don't feel like they're dead, my heart keeps telling me that they are alive. Clarke could be lying for all I know, I just don't feel the heartbreak that I think I should.  
    I know it is just a matter of time before Clarke notices. I won't be able to hide the fact that I am carrying Demon's child much longer. When he finds out I'm sure he will kill me, or worse, kill the baby, that’s the kind of sick fucker this man is.  
    I no longer try to kick and punch the guard that brings my meals. All I do is sit, or lay, and stare at the ugly brick walls. My wrists aren't as raw and the bed sores aren't as bad. Once every couple of days they come in and take me to a real bathroom. The same guy, who has a gun by the way, watches me take a shower every time. I really hate that guy, it's like he is visualizing running his hands over my body and it creeps me the fuck out. This man has made the mistake of touching me. He slapped me because I have a smart mouth. What person wouldn't have a smart mouth if they were handcuffed to a fucking wall for god knows how long, with no fucking end in sight.  
    Crazy, that is what this is making me. Clarke is out living his fucking life, while I’m in here, I have no clue where my children are, or who they are with. I'm just here. I wonder if he wants me to get to the point where I try to kill myself. Truthfully, I am pretty fucking close, only thing that stops me is Rylynn, Ryder and the baby growing inside of me.  
    The door flew open and slammed in to the wall with a loud bang. Clarke strolled in, like he didn’t have a care in the world, the devil himself. Demon might have thought he was bad, but Clarke is a thousand times worse.    
    “Hello Rebecca, did you miss me?” God his voice makes me want to hurl.  
    “Well, yes I did, but step a little closer and my aim is bound to improve.”  
    Yeah, so what I have a smart mouth, if the asshole would un-cuff me, he would find out that it isn't just talk. Demon did train me well, he was the best of the best for a reason.  
    “Not going to happen doll. Not until you're good and broken. I don't want to have to kill you for doing something else stupid.” He pulled a chair from across the room, and sat just out of my reach. Smart fucker. “Now, we are going to have a little chat.”  
    “I really don't have anything to say to you Clarke. Plus, your voice makes me sick. So, can we please skip all the bullshit.”  
    “I see fucking a biker made you brave. I'll give you that, but I broke you once and I'll break you again, you stupid cunt.”  
    “Well, you're just full of joy today.” I leaned forward with my elbows in my knees,  
    “Cut the shit Clarke, what the fuck do you want? Is it that you didn't beat me enough the last time, you need to get your rocks off again?”  
    “I made you a promise that I intend to keep, don't you remember? I told you that if you ever ran from me, I would make you pay. Did you honestly think that I would just let you walk away? Just take all my dirty little secrets