Saving Faith..., Stephanie M. Colon [top novels .txt] 📗

a few more minutes. He cleared his schedule for the next two weeks. He wouldn’t work or leave his apartment. The only person who entered would be his house cleaner and that was only two days a week. He beat and raped Faith every day for the first five days. Her first time he was gentle. He wanted her to remember it for the rest of her life, but after he became so brutal he wasn’t satisfied until every inch of the small panic room was covered with her blood. He fed her very little and never allowed her to bathe. He thought of her bruised and battered body as his work of art. Faith didn’t know how someone could be so cruel. To think I thought he loved me. Boy was I wrong about that. Please, God, just let me get out of here. Let me go home. Let someone come save me please. Faith prayed in her mind and begged every minute she was awake to be allowed to leave. 

The day Owen decided to move Faith to a new location he kept her tied but cleaned her up, and moved her when he knew no one would see them. He used the staff elevator that was never used at night and snuck her out the back of the building to a waiting truck. He moved her to an empty abandoned house far away from the city. It took him about an hour to drive there but it was worth it. Noone would know what was going on in the building. He decided to torture her worse now that there was no chance in hell that anyone could possibly hear her screams. He used items to cause pain. Knives to cut or carve skin, whips to hurt, clubs to hit. Eventually he realized that he would have to get rid of her. Keeping her now became impossible. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun first, and he knew who could help him with that.

“You really thought you could leave without me knowing?” Owen asked Faith.

Confused Faith looked at Owen. She was terrified of him now but she refused to show him her fear. “What are you talking about Owen? You know I cared about you…”

At that moment Owen decided to punch Faith in her jaw. Finally she shut up. I’m going to make her pay.

Owen turned to her with a knife and cut off all Faith’s clothes, along with some more of her skin. “Finally I have you where I want you. I’ve been patient with you. All I wanted was for you to be submissive and allow me to mold you into the perfect wife. I just wanted you to follow my orders blindly but no. You had to go and decide you wanted to be your own person. You didn't want to give yourself to me so you forced me to take others and they would have loved to be in your shoes. To be a kept woman and all you had to do was listen to what I tell you. YOU had the nerve to get mad when you finally saw me with another woman!” Owen screamed.

Owen continued to beat and rape Faith everyday for another week. He had arranged for a group of his lesser known “friends” to stay with Faith and watch her. He knew they would also rap her but he didn't care. As long as she was cleaned for him he didn't care. On the last day of that week he bumped into the scariest man he had ever seen. The man had been well over  feet tall, and built like a tank. At first he hadn’t noticed the man because he was so immersed in his phone but the second he looked up he couldn’t speak. He was terrified and just wanted to run away which is exactly what he did when the man snarled at him like a wild animal.

 Over three hours later and a new set of clothes Owen finally arrived back at his apartment. He had planned on taking a shower and eating some dinner, but someone had other plans. One thought that stayed with him for hours was the look of that man he had bumped into before heading out to see Faith. He also decided on his way home that Faith would have to go soon. He called the guy he left in charge, Pete, and told him that Faith must not be beaten anymore. He explained his plan of having her with no marks so when her body is found nothing can be traced. He figured in another month or so he could get rid of her and everything will go back to normal.

After he hung up the phone he walked into his room so he could finally take his shower. As he opened his dresser to get out his boxers his closet door opened and someone attacked him. Being a man who up until two weeks ago wasn’t a violent man he didn’t know how to defend himself well. Instead he just screamed. After his mouth was covered he remembered he had let go of his security team and forgot to tell them to go back to their usual spots around his apartment. He was now completely alone.

 

Sebastian

Sebastian thought this little human who lived so luxurious was pathetic. He knew it was the little man who bumped into him earlier and he reeked of the putrid smell of blood. He thought the man would at least try to defend himself but the guy started squealing like a pig. Sebastian just had to laugh at him, and he did until he had a sniff of that peculiar scent that had entranced him earlier on the man himself. “Where have you been tonight?” Sebastian asked.

Owen didn't know what to say. All he could think was he was going to die and he had no way of getting help. He was frozen in fear and could even speak.

Sebastian pushed the man toward the metal door and said “You will open this door or I will cut off your hand and do it myself.” He was just so focused on opening the door and figuring out what the hell was driving him crazy.

“I…pl…please just don’t hurt m…me.” Owen stumbled. Once he was up close to the man he regretted the way he had treated him as he walked out his building earlier. He thought maybe if he had been nicer this wouldn’t be happening. “I..if you’re looking for money it’s not in there. I have a safe in my office. I will happily open it for you if that is what you want. I’m sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to come off so rude.” Desperate Owen rushed out. He didn't want to open the door and he didn't want the man to see the panic room. He hadn’t taken the time to clean the room yet. He knew a housekeeper wouldn’t clean it and not tell the police.

Sebastian looked at the man and waited. Owen knew he had no choice so he reluctantly put his hand on the scanner. As Sebastian looked into the tiny room he became enraged. Every inch was covered in blood. The scent was strongest in this room but it was empty. When he turned back to the clean cut man he asked “Who or what was in this room last?”

Since Owen was so scared he answered truthfully hoping his life would be spared. “I kidnapped my girlfriend.”

“Then why the fuck is this room covered in blood?” Sebastian asked as his stomach turned at the thought of a female being in this room at all.

“It’s her blood. I kept her in here. Sh...she hurt me sss...so I hurt her worse.” Owen said.

“Where the fuck is she? I know you were just with her. I can smell her on your skin. What else did you do to her?!” Sebastian screamed as he threw and held Owen against the wall by his throat.

“She...she’s in the old Miller house outside of town. She is still alive if that’s what you want to know.” Owen answered as Sebastian got closer to him.

Sebastian changed the hand print on the scanner so it would only open to his touch and he destroyed every way out of the room. He shoved the pathetic man into the room before he locked the bastard in. All he heard was the little man screaming to open the door and please let him out.

Ha, let him out. He is lucky if I even come back to kill him. If I don’t find her soon I will make him take me to her then I will kill him in front of her just so she knew completely that the bastard was dead.

Chapter 2

 

Sebastian left the building like his life depended on it. He used his super speed to find the house the little bastard had told him about. It appeared to be a dilapidated farmhouse. One might look at it and think it was abandoned. At least it would be if not for the group of thugs that looked ready for war surrounding the little building. He walked around the perimeter of the house looking for any sign of life inside. Sebastian heard all the heart beats of everyone outside but he couldn’t really hear anything from inside. Closing his eyes he concentrated on trying to block out all sounds except for the ones that might be coming from inside. He heard the guards talking.

“What do you think we should do with her now?” one man asked.

“Well, Owen definitely isn’t coming back for a couple hours. Hell, he might come back tomorrow. I think he had something else to do tonight. Let’s see…” he trailed off as Sebastian heard him start to walk a circle around something. “We washed her up for the next time he decides to beat her and she’s still unconscious. Why don’t we have a go at her some more, Tony? We can always just wash her up again.” the man offered.

“You read my mind, Rodney.” Sebastian heard the smile in Tony's voice and the monster he was struggling so hard to control broke loose.

Sebastian ran and started ripping out throats, hearts, and eyes. He saw only red and thought only of the helpless girl he knew to be inside. He heard guns going off all around him but he felt nothing. How terrified she must be whenever men were around her. How long had she endured this torture before he finally started looking for only a scent that drove him crazy?

By the time he got to the door the two men from inside had come out with their guns raised ready for a fight. Sebastian caught both of them by the throat and started to squeeze their necks. He didn’t stop until he felt nothing left to crush. When he let go he saw that he clawed through their necks. It looked as if an animal had taken a clean bite straight out of their necks.

Sebastian closed his eyes as he tried to calm down. He didn’t want to run into the house while he was angry. He took deep slow breaths as he also tried to concentrate on the one very faint heartbeat that he could finally hear. He ran to the basement and found a tiny naked girl on the floor. He thought it was a child because she was just so frail and small. As Sebastian approached the small body the scent that had been driving him crazy these past couple hours got stronger. As the scent got stronger so did his monstrous need to protect and to claim what was his. When Sebastian picked up the woman his heart moved up to his throat. He didn’t bother looking at her face because he knew if he did he wouldn’t make it back to his house. He felt the tingle he usually got an hour