Fiona's POV:

"Y-you m-mean hurting me more than you have a-already?" I uttered somehow.

My chest felt heavy, like a heavy rock was just placed on it. He didn't say anything, he hid his face in the crook of my neck. I hear him taking a deep breath, inhaling my scent.

"L-let g-go!" I cried. My body shuddered, disgust in his every touch.

"I won't let you go. You are mine, baby girl." He spoke.

He would never let me go? Baby girl! I was nothing more than a whore to him. He made me one and treated me worse than an animal.

"M-my d-dad told me that you made a mistake. My dad wasn’t the culprit you are looking for. Then why are you still keeping me here?" I burst into sob.

"There is nothing you can take anymore from me. I can't take it anymore here. For, heavens sake, let us go. Let me go! Hic. We won't tell anybody about these. We will leave this city for good. Hic." I hiccupped in my crying.

"No!" He bellowed, making me flinch.

"You can't leave. You are mine. You belong to me." He announced, I shrank in fear.

What was he talking about?

"Why are you keeping me here? What do you want anymore? You took my everything." I sobbed.

"Listen, I know that I made some mistakes. But it doesn’t mean I will let you go. Not now, not ever. I can make things better. For us."

I didn’t understand what to say. Was he insane?

From where he got the idea of 'us'?

"Us? What is us? There is no us. You kidnapped me then you raped me, tortured me inhumanely. Because of you I lost the child. I accepted it, even though it was just a result of your rape. But I lost it, BECAUSE OF YOU. You are a MONSTER!" I bellowed the last part. I was panting, breathing hard by this time.

All the agonizing memories were playing before my eyes.

"I am sorry for this. But I can give you another child. I can give you what you have lost." He implied. For a second, his suggestion left me speechless. I stared at his cold brown eyes to test if he was mocking with me.

But no, I didn’t find a trace of jest on his face. The dim light of this room was bright enough to see his face. Anger coursed through me when the shock dissipated.

I spit on his face. My face grimaced in disgust. How could a person be so selfish and heartless?

Was he even aware of the fact what it meant to me? Losing the child? He was trying to make bargains with me with a child.

Was he even a human? Did my pain of losing the child even touch him a bit?

"Give me another child? You mean raping me again and again?" I spat.

"You knew that I was pregnant with a child. Even though I was just a pawn of revenge, the child was yours. But you didn't come to help me. You just discarded me after using and abusing me, my body. Now you got the nerve to tell me you will give me another child?" I seethed.

"You said your mother was raped, she was tortured. Tell me are you anything better than the torturer? You gave up on your child. You really are worse

"

His jaws clenched hearing my claim, he glared at me. Veins of his neck popped out.

And I saw a glimpse of the monster, seething, ready to pounce on me. I was nothing but a body to him. He could hurt me, beat me, fuck me however he wished. I was just a vessel.

I couldn’t breathe.

"G-God! I c-can't breathe." I gasped for a little oxygen. The cold glare of his eyes transformed into concerned look.

"Hey! I will not hurt you! Hey!" He patted my cheeks.

"B-believe m-me, t-this time I-I will k-kill m-myself b-before l-letting you t-touch m-me a-again." I avowed. I pushed him with all my might.

But he didn’t budge. Desperation blocked my reason. I went near him, sank my teeth on his left arm.

"Ahhhh." He groaned, with a vigorous push, he unentangled me from him.

I was trembling, all my senses were shutting down.

"I-I w-would r-rather die-" The sentence died in the middle as I felt my body going numb.

Last thing, I saw was the shocked expression on his face before going senseless.

Adam's POV:

I really regretted what I did with Fiona. If circumstances were different, I would try to use another approach. I was attracted to her, to her beauty. Still I am.

Whatever I did, I wouldn’t let her go. She was mine. I didn’t care if I was not good for her, I wouldn’t let her go.

Selfish? Yes, I was a selfish bastard.

I would never let go of a woman who would love a child even though it was result of a rape.

Her beauty, her nature, everything was pulling me toward her.

But did she want me?

No. She didn't. My presence was toxic for her. But I wouldn’t let her go. She would be with me whether she wanted or not.

I was already a monster, a rapist. What worse would I become if I forced her to stay? All I need was her.

I always wanted to adore her but revenge came in the way. Now, she was mine. I should haven’t given up on the child. If she was pregnant, I could keep her with me with the child.

But she was extremely violent, vulnerable now. What if she got insane?

I came to her room to watch her, every night. She was so skinny and weak. She slept like a dead.

But what did she do today? She bit me?

"Hey!"

"Open your eyes?" I patted her cheeks.

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Third person's POV:

"Mr. Knight, what do you want to say? Why did you sneak in her room? She is terrified of you. Everytime she sees you, she gets panic attack. Why did you come here anyway?" Dr. O'Neil spoke up.

"Don't tell me that you tried to force her again?" Brian yelled from beside.

"No! I didn’t do anything. I just came to see her. Nothing more. She bit me and fainted." Adam yelled back.

"Listen, I am tired of saying this repeatedly. Let her get well first. She is mentally unstable. Let her go." Dr. O'Neil advised.

"It can't be happening. She won't leave here. She is mine." Adam claimed.

"Okay, then let her get well. Let her condition get better. She is staying here but let's not meet her for a few month. Let me continue with her treatment. When her mental condition gets stable, you can talk to her. But It's not the time. Please reasonably think and decide." Doctor suggested.

"How much time does she need?" Adam queried.

"It's hard to say specifically. Because every patient respond to psychological treatment and therapy differently. But you have to give her three to four months."

"What! This much time? It's insane." Adam exclaimed.

"Then why don't you find another doctor who with treat her according to you or better no need to find any doctor. Treat her yourself." Doctor O'Neil gibed.

Adam clenched teeth and said, "Okay. She will get 3 months of time." Adam announced.

"And. Please make sure during this time, she doesn't get to see you." Dr. O'Neil mentioned. Adam nodded.

"You are keeping us prisoner here. I have already given you proof that I am not the culprit. At least, let my son go to school now. His study is being hampered for many days." Brian divulged.

"Okay. You can do whatever you want with your son." Adam replied uninterested and exited the room.

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Adam was gone. Fiona woke up in the morning.

As soon as her eyes opened, she found her dad sitting beside me.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" Brian asked, knitting his brows in concern.

"D-dad, h-he came last night. D-dad h-he-" Fiona cried.

"Did he try to hurt you? Did he touch you sweets?" Brian queried.

"No." Fiona responded.

"But he told me I was his. He want to give me another child but he won’t let me go ever. He won't let me go, dad!" Fiona bawled. Her lips were trembling.

"Dad, I-I am scared." She squeezed hee father's hand tightly.

Brian wasn’t surprised, this type of shameless and insensitive claim of right wasn’t something unexpected from a cruel person from him.

But he was clearly worried now. What if Adam really didn’t let her go? Or worse is, forcefully impregnate her again? He was sweating. He was feeling like sinking into deep ocean. There was no hope for her.

"But, dad. I didn’t let him touch me. I will fight him this time. I bit him hard last night when he tried to touch me. This time I will be stronger. I would rather die than submitting to him." Fiona mumbled.

One word she said caught his attention. "Stronger."

She can defeat the monster if she is stronger. Her daughter was already so strong to be able to survive this horrific torture. She would be stronger and free herself.

Even after going through hell, she still had the fire inside her. She didn't give up. This time, heaven was bound to help her.

"Yes, honey. This time, you will defeat him by your strength." Brian smiled widely at her. He could see the road to her freedom.

"Honey, get well soon. Your freedom will be in your hand this time." He stated.

"I have found the perfect weapon." Fiona stated at him with confused eyes.