Bound to my Enemy-Chapter 193.

For a second... I forget how to breathe. The words sit in the air between us suffocating.

My rapist’s twin sister..... my stomach twists so hard it almost makes me gag as a part of me wants to look away, to shut down nd fold into myself like I used to.

But I don’t.....i don’t give her that.

Not again....Nt ever again.

I force my face still and firce my breathing to even out, even though my chest feels tight and my heart is slamming hard against my ribs...i I will not let her see it, I will not let her see that what she said touched something.

Because it did. Something I never wanted to think about again bt she doesn’t get that satisfaction....she doesn’t get to see me break nt in front of her and nt like this so instead....i give her a little wicked smilr, that has her eyes narrowing slightly at that.

"Wow," I say, voice dry, like she just told me the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"So you kidnapped me... because your stupid brother raped me years back?"

I tilt my head slightly.

"How does that even make any sense?"

Her expression shifts immediately to aaannoyance...then anger.

"No," she snaps.

"That’s not it."

Her voice rises as she steps closer, her face inches from mine.

"I’m here because your stupid stupid husband killed my brother!"

She practically screams the last part, her breath hitting my face.

Ahhhhhh ther it is..... that’s hat’s the real reason....something inside me clicks into place and instead of backing down..... I lean into it and I ulet the smile widen.

"Oh," I say softly.

Now that makes more sense.

"But your dumbass brother raped me," I continue, my voice calm but cutting. "He had no self-control."

Her eyes flash.

"My husband did the world a favor getting rid of a little disgusting prick like him."

I shrug slightly against the ropes.

"Honestly, the world’s has been a much brighter place without him."

The slap comes fast nd hard as my head jerks to the side as pain explodes across my cheek and I taste blood again.

But I still don’t react the way she probably wants me to, i turn back slowly still smiling nd that seems to piss her off more as She grabs my face with both hands, her fingers digging into my cheeks and forcing me to look straight at her.

"Now I get why my brother raped you....st first I was trying to understand why, you aren’t all that pretty...you aren’t anything at all.... Bt now I get it, you deserved it...."she says, her voice low and venomous.

"You’re too mouthy."

Something dark flickers in my chest, anger...but I let out a small breath through my nose, trying to get myself to relax.

"And I can see why you two are related," I shoot back....my voice is just as low.

"Twins even."

Her grip tightens bt i don’t stop.

" you both have that same twisted thinking and reasoning, and that dark black heart of yours...must run in the family I see.."

"And you can’t even really say he raped me," I add, letting the words drip with mockery.

Her brows knit together slightly, confused for a second.

"Well not with that small sized dick he had," I continue.

"A pathetic little thing. Couldn’t even fit anywhere, like a damn pencil."

Her entire expression twists into something ugly and Furious.

For a split second, something inside me recoils.....because that’s a lie, a complete fucking lie.

He hurt.....God, did he hurt. It felt like he was tearing me apart....like my body wasn’t mine anymore and I was breaking in half.

The memory flashes..... and I shove it down immediately. Not niw....nt in front of her.

She doesn’t get to see that, she doesn’t get to know that. So I hold her gaze.....unflinching even though my chest feels tight again.

Even though something ugly is clawing at the inside of me I don’t let it show

And strangely..... i realize something, jm enjoying this..... this Pushing her nd getting under her skin, even though I know she can hurt me, even though I know she will.

But the look on her face right now?

It’s Totally Worth it.

Her lips part slightly nd her breathing changes then slowly.....She straightens nd steps back.

Her expression shifting from rage... to something colder nd calculated.

"I can’t hurt you," she says.

Her tone is different now, which has my stomach tightening....something about that sentence doesn’t sit right.

"But," she continues, turning her head slightly....

"No one said anything about your driver."

My heart drops.

"No....."

I twist slightly in my chair, looking toward him as the driver’s eyes widen immediately.

"Hey....no...."

She gestures lazily.

"Untie him."

The man behind her moves without hesitation, stepping forward and Kneeling beside the driver, starts working on the ropes.

My pulse spikes fast, my mind racing for him m

"What the hell are you doing?" I snap, my voice rising now.

"Leave him the fuck alone, you stupid fucking bitch."

No one listens as they continue to lossen the ropes.

Then fall away completely and fr a second, I think.....

Hope flickers, maybe he can run, he’s string maybe .....

But it’s gone just as quickly, because the moment he’s free.....They grab him.

Two big men, one on each arm, dragging him up before he can even fully react.

"Wait....wait...." he stumbles, trying to pull back.

"Please....listen..."

But they don’t.....they force him forward and hold him down. One hand pressing hard on his shoulder and another gripping the back of his neck, forcing him to his knees.

"No!" I shout.

My chair scraping loudly against the floor as I try to move and the ropes bite into my wrists.

"Stop....leave him alone!"

He looks at me and that.....that look....it hits me harder than anything else.

Fear. Real fear and something else.

Apology.....like he’s sorry this is happening. But it’s not his fault, none of this is his fault.

"I’m sorry," he says quickly, his voice shaking.

"I didn’t mean to...."

"Shut up," one of the men snaps, shoving his head down nd my chest tightens painfully.

"This isn’t about him!" I shout, my voice breaking slightly now.

"It’s me you want....right?"

I look straight at her.

"Then do whatever the hell you want to me."

I swallow hard.

"But leave him out of it."

She watches me quietly then she smiles, cruelly.

"That’s the problem,sweetheart" she says softly.

"You don’t get to choose."

She steps closer to him andCrouches slightly so she’s at his level, then she tilts her head

Studying him like he’s nothing, like he’s an object and not a real a person.

"A mistake," she murmurs.

Then she looks back at me

"And mistakes..."

Her smile widens just a little.

"...get corrected."

My heart starts pounding so hard it feels like it might break out of my chest.

"No," I say again bt more desperate.

"Don’t do this."

She doesn’t even look at me, she just nods once to the men holding him down and my stomach drops completely.

Because I know....Whatever comes next.....

It’s going to be bad.

The first punch lands before I can even finish shouting. The kind that makes your stomach drop because you feel it even if it’s not hitting you.

His head jerks to the side, his body struggling against the hands holding him down.

"Stop!" I scream immediately.

"Stop it.....please!"

They don’t though as they throw another Another punch....Then another.

It comes fast after that, no pause or mercy.

Just fists slamming into him over and over again. His groans turn into broken sounds, his body folding under the hits, trying to shield himself but failing because they won’t let him.

"Please!" My voice cracks, raw and desperate as I’m pulling against the ropes now, my wrists burning, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.

"Leave him alone! He didn’t do anything!"

Blood spills from his mouth and from his nose. It drips down onto the floor in uneven drops as his movements slow and turn weaker, each hit knocking something out of him and I can’t do anything but beg.

"Stop.....please stop!" I’m crying now, the words barely coming out right.

My chest hurts and my throat burns but they don’t stop.

They just keep going....punch after punch after punch until his body finally gives in and he collapses completely, going limp in their hold before they let him drop.

He hits the ground with a dull thud and he diesnt move.

My breathing stutters.

"No..." I whisper.

My eyes stay fixed on him....waiting for a movement or a sound. Anything

Then....

"Oh, come on," she says, almost bored.

"That’s it?"

I look up at her hotly my chest still heaving.

She sighs lightly, like she’s disappointed.

Then she looks at the men.

"Finish him."

The words hit me like a slap and my eyes widen.

"No....."

Her gaze shifts to me.

"Right here," she adds, her voice calm.

"Let her watch."