him; well they mattered, as in how she got them. What happened to her? However, they didn’t change the way he felt about her, or how much he wanted her.
He now understood why she was so particular about her clothes. She wore nothing that showed any hint of her scars. She hid them well. They also explained why she loved the dark so much.
He thought back to the times they had been together and realized every time had been in the dark. He had never seen her body in the light. The last time she walked out on him in a panic, it had almost been daybreak, when light would have filtered into the room.
He sat next to her, not touching her, his eyes never leaving her face. “Lily,” he murmured, “we won’t stay late, only through dinner, okay?”
She inclined her head, gazing out the window.
They climbed out of the limo and entered the restaurant, his hand resting on her waist.
Melissa came over, kissing Lily’s cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“A little better,” Lily whispered.
Clay’s fingers tightened on her waist, he knew differently.
Amy joined them, smiling. “Lily, how are you?”
Lily turned toward Amy. “Better.”
“Good.” Amy leaned over, kissing her cheek.
Kevin and Scott came over, wrapping their arms around their wives and joining in on the conversation. They all chit chatted until it was time to go to their table.
Chapter 11
They left the restaurant during a huge thunderstorm. Lily shook. She hated storms. Clay held the suite door open and she went to her room, she didn’t look at him, she didn’t wish him a good night. She just wanted to go to sleep. Grateful she only had one and a half days left before she could go home.
Her head pounded. Her stomach churned. She lay down as the lightening brightened up her dark room, making her body tremble harder as the thunder rumbled. Exhausted both physically and emotionally, she closed her eyes hoping to find the peace only sleep would bring.
Clay sat in the living room staring out the window, watching the lightening. He wanted to talk to Lily. Wanted to find out what happened to her, but was unsure of how to approach her, what to say.
He clearly pictured the silver lines covering her body: her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. He wondered if she had more, he hadn’t seen when he walked in on her. He placed his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes.
****
The lightening lit up the room, the thunder cracked. The nightmare came, crashing through Lily.
The knife hovered above her, light glinting off the blade as it descended toward her skin. His face red, contorted in anger, snarling at her.
She twisted in her sleep as his screaming laughter echoed through her body.
The knife touched her skin, grazing lightly then deeper making tiny little slices. Over and over again, the blade moved upon her skin, blood dripping from the tip. Droplets landed on her, her bed, rivulets of red flowing staining the sheets and the mattress.
She cried out, the pain was overwhelming, but he didn’t stop, only sneered before laughing as his fingers gripped her head tightly. He yanked her hair, ripping chunks out as he snarled. “No one leaves. No one gets away. Ever!”
Terrified she struggled desperately against her restraints begging him to stop, to let her go. But they were too tight, she couldn’t break free, couldn’t use her hands. The more she struggled the deeper the rope dug into her wrists, ripping her skin open, deluging the ropes in crimson.
The lightening flashed illuminated the room and his eyes glowed with his teeth bared as he happily carved her body.
****
Clay heard Lily’s cry, jumping to his feet he ran, throwing open her door. He stopped dead seeing her twisting and turning on the bed, quickly realizing she was stuck in the depths of a nightmare. Her fingers gripped the covers desperately, tears running down her face as her body trembled violently.
“Lily, love, wake up,” he pleaded, sitting next to her, brushing
He now understood why she was so particular about her clothes. She wore nothing that showed any hint of her scars. She hid them well. They also explained why she loved the dark so much.
He thought back to the times they had been together and realized every time had been in the dark. He had never seen her body in the light. The last time she walked out on him in a panic, it had almost been daybreak, when light would have filtered into the room.
He sat next to her, not touching her, his eyes never leaving her face. “Lily,” he murmured, “we won’t stay late, only through dinner, okay?”
She inclined her head, gazing out the window.
They climbed out of the limo and entered the restaurant, his hand resting on her waist.
Melissa came over, kissing Lily’s cheek. “How are you feeling?”
“A little better,” Lily whispered.
Clay’s fingers tightened on her waist, he knew differently.
Amy joined them, smiling. “Lily, how are you?”
Lily turned toward Amy. “Better.”
“Good.” Amy leaned over, kissing her cheek.
Kevin and Scott came over, wrapping their arms around their wives and joining in on the conversation. They all chit chatted until it was time to go to their table.
Chapter 11
They left the restaurant during a huge thunderstorm. Lily shook. She hated storms. Clay held the suite door open and she went to her room, she didn’t look at him, she didn’t wish him a good night. She just wanted to go to sleep. Grateful she only had one and a half days left before she could go home.
Her head pounded. Her stomach churned. She lay down as the lightening brightened up her dark room, making her body tremble harder as the thunder rumbled. Exhausted both physically and emotionally, she closed her eyes hoping to find the peace only sleep would bring.
Clay sat in the living room staring out the window, watching the lightening. He wanted to talk to Lily. Wanted to find out what happened to her, but was unsure of how to approach her, what to say.
He clearly pictured the silver lines covering her body: her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. He wondered if she had more, he hadn’t seen when he walked in on her. He placed his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes.
****
The lightening lit up the room, the thunder cracked. The nightmare came, crashing through Lily.
The knife hovered above her, light glinting off the blade as it descended toward her skin. His face red, contorted in anger, snarling at her.
She twisted in her sleep as his screaming laughter echoed through her body.
The knife touched her skin, grazing lightly then deeper making tiny little slices. Over and over again, the blade moved upon her skin, blood dripping from the tip. Droplets landed on her, her bed, rivulets of red flowing staining the sheets and the mattress.
She cried out, the pain was overwhelming, but he didn’t stop, only sneered before laughing as his fingers gripped her head tightly. He yanked her hair, ripping chunks out as he snarled. “No one leaves. No one gets away. Ever!”
Terrified she struggled desperately against her restraints begging him to stop, to let her go. But they were too tight, she couldn’t break free, couldn’t use her hands. The more she struggled the deeper the rope dug into her wrists, ripping her skin open, deluging the ropes in crimson.
The lightening flashed illuminated the room and his eyes glowed with his teeth bared as he happily carved her body.
****
Clay heard Lily’s cry, jumping to his feet he ran, throwing open her door. He stopped dead seeing her twisting and turning on the bed, quickly realizing she was stuck in the depths of a nightmare. Her fingers gripped the covers desperately, tears running down her face as her body trembled violently.
“Lily, love, wake up,” he pleaded, sitting next to her, brushing
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