The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 39: Kidnapped and abused

The intense throb of pain surged through Maya’s head as she jerked awake. Her vision was somewhat blurry, making it difficult for her to discern her surroundings. She felt the coldness of the floor beneath her, and something heavy was clasping her wrists and ankles.

Maya regained consciousness, and her surroundings came into view. The strange room she was in was dimly lit and empty. The air was thick with the scent of dampness and something metallic.

She looked down at her wrists, bound together with handcuffs. She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the bite of the metal against her skin. Her ankles were also clipped together with chains, which clinked with every slight movement she made.

Maya opened her mouth to scream, but her voice felt frozen. Tears filled her eyes as panic surged in her heart. She had been kidnapped; the reality of her situation sank in. ƒreewebɳovel.com

She strained to catch a glimpse of a large steel door out of the corner of her eye.

The door leading to the exit, freedom, burst open. She flinched as she saw a leather shoe approaching her.

Her muscles tightened as she attempted to get up and escape from the approaching figure.

"Well, well, well," a deranged laughter echoed through the room.

Tremors coursed through Maya’s entire body as she trembled. "Stepfather?"

"Yes, my dear stepdaughter, you are finally awake," he said, his voice unsettlingly edgy. Maya swallowed hard, her mind racing. "Y-You kidnapped me." Fredrick Hathaway laughed as he pulled a steel chair that Maya hadn’t noticed was in the room and sat down.

He crossed his legs, eluding his arrogance. "I finally caught you in my web. Not even Dalton Black can save you."

Maya felt a surge of fear inside, but she didn’t let it show on her face. She maintained a defiant expression. "He will know I’m missing." Aiden will know and will inform him.

Fredrick Hathaway let out a derisive laugh. "By the time he comes back into the country, you will already be a whore for one of my clients in some faraway place where he can’t find you."

Maya shook her head vigorously. "No! Dalton will find me. You won’t succeed!" she believed wholeheartedly.

Fredrick Hathaway laughed. "Right now, Dalton thinks you are somewhere in South America with Natalia and Laura, participating in a cooking competition." He thrust her phone in front of her, showing the message he had sent to Dalton, pretending it was from her.

"Where are my friends?" Maya shrieks terrified that her stepfather has hurt them.

"Don’t concern yourself with your friends," he replies. "What you should be worried about is what I’m going to do to you."

Maya shivers, embracing in anticipation of the beatings she knows she is about to receive.

"Come in, dear son," Fredrick Hathaway calls out.

The door creaks open, inviting Terrence inside.

Whimpers escape from Maya’s lips. The predicament she is facing is worsening. She rubs her palm against her skin as Goosebumps cover her body.

Terrence didn’t hesitate; he went straight for Maya. He reached for the end of the chain wrapped around her ankles, pulling her toward him. Maya’s skin scraped against the floor, leaving bruises in its wake.

"Finally, I can teach you a lesson! Bitch!" he gipped her neck tightly and pulled her to her feet. Tears streamed down Maya’s face.

"Your lord and saviour, Dalton Black, is not here to save you," Terrence mocked.

"Even though I was promoted, my project proposals are no longer accepted because you attempted to kill my boss!" Terrence slapped Maya hard across the face, sending her to the floor.

"You ruined my career!" he shouted, kicking her in the stomach. Maya gasped as the pain quickly overwhelmed her.

Terrence landed another kick to Maya’s ribs, causing her to cry out in pain.

He smirked, a deranged expression on his face, as he revelled in the sound of her pain filling his ears.

He kept kicking her ribs, injuring them. Maya’s chest surged with pain as she began to cough up blood, but he didn’t stop the assault.

"Enough, Terrence. We need her alive," Fredrick Hathaway commanded.

Terrence grunted unhappily, hesitant to relent. He gave Maya a final kick and walked out of the room.

Maya lay on the cold, hard floor, blood splattering from her mouth. Her breaths became shorter, and she was experiencing muscle spasms.

Fredrick Hathaway loomed over her. "Aww, look at you. You look so pitiful, whimpering like a wounded animal." He unlocked the handcuffs, freeing her hands, and unwrapped the chains that were tied around her ankles.

For a brief moment, Maya wished he was letting her go. But Fredrick Hathaway turned her around and ripped open her dress, exposing her bare back.

"It’s time for me to punish you for defying me." he pulled out his belt.

Fredrick Hathaway struck Maya’s bare back with his leather belt. He began whipping her.

"Ah!" Maya cried out faintly in agony as the hook of the belt dug into her skin, opening a wound. The belt slashed down on her back, leaving fiery lines across her skin. With every whip of the belt, the hook tore open more wounds.

Maya scratched her nails against the floor as tears burned in her eyes. The pain welled up within her, becoming unbearable.

"With Dalton out of the picture, I can do whatever I want to you without anyone interfering." He hit her so hard that Maya vomited blood.

"How I wish I could beat you to death, but fuck, Vico! He wants me to keep you alive."

The name Vica echoed in Maya’s mind amidst the throbbing pain. Who the hell is Vico? This is the second time her stepfather has mentioned him. Maya didn’t dwell on that mysterious man for long, as the shooting pain distracted her.

"I know Dalton is no fool; he will come looking for you. So tonight, my dear, say your last goodbye to this country. I’m taking you out of the country, and he will never find you." He slashed the belt across her back as he laughed.

Maya’s heart wrenched, and she cried harder; her last hope had died. Dalton would never find her, and she would become a sex pet for a depraved man. The final whip of the belt made her lose consciousness.

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