The Couple novel Chapter 41

Celia

I was gaining my consciousness back, when I heard two different rumbling voices. One belonged to Harris while I couldn’t make the other one. My head is still spinning and aching too hard. I couldn’t make anything of what they were saying or talking about. I just heard them laughing in between a few times before I fell unconscious again.

This time I woke up with a splash of cold water on my face. I felt like drowning that moment and gasped for air. It was only then I realised my arms and legs were bonded with the chair I am sitting on and I should give them some credit for the tightness of ropes around my arms and legs that I couldn’t even shift in my uncomfortable seat. I looked up at the guy standing in front of me was no one other than Harris and the other two standing around me are Peter and Zachary. I think one of them joined later as I heard only two voices before.

Harris looked exhausted and tired. Now, he had two top buttons opened off his shirt and had messy hair as if he had run his hand in them too many or if he just woke up from sleep but he still has this devil smirk on his face which is telling me that it is payback time for my failed plan.

My throat was so dry by now that it felt like a desert in there. Speaking was so difficult with this dry throat that I just moved my mouth but no sound came out of it. Seeing me helpless at their mercy, all three laughed and enjoyed the scene in front of them. And right now I hate this moment that I am so helpless in front of them, I feel useless and want to die. This is the situation I wanted to face the least in my life.

Harris stopped laughing and looked at Zachary and Peter with a stern face which made them stop laughing. He squatted down and came to my level so we are face to face and this closeness fills me with anger at me and disgust for him.

“Are you both laughing at my sweet fake girlfriend?” He traced the side of my face but I just looked at him through my half open eyes. “Are you thirsty? Zach bring water for my girlfriend.”

And I heard footsteps moving around the space. Then a hand came in view with a glass of water but instead taking it near my mouth Harris poured it down my head to face. I gasped for air, I was already a bit breathless because being bounded on the chair and my half consciousness.

“Harris, are you done mocking her? Get done already man, she looks really hot in this dress for her. Let’s have our way with her.” It was Peter laughing at his own dirty joke to whom Zachary joined with his chuckles. But Harris had his stern look continued.

“You know, I have my eyes for only one girl. She might be hot but nothing compared to her. Wait, she is here and we all three will have fun our way.” I shivered on what he said but was more confused about the other he was talking about. It seemed like he knew my confusion and explained himself with his evil smirk. “She is coming here for you and soon will be my girl. She refused my love once but now she will have no option. I hope you both will enjoy watching getting fucked.” He pinched my jaw while I looked at him in horror because now I know whom he is talking about.

My suspicions got confirmed as the doorbell to his penthouse rang and echoed in the hall. He went over to the security lock and looked at the camera. He looked my way and chuckled. By now, I was shivering in fear and guilt of bringing my friend in this danger where not only her life but dignity and spiritual belief is at stake. It is all my fault, I pulled her into this deep trough because of my stupidly failed plan.

A tear rolled down my cheek as she came into the view, I can see the fear, care, courage in her eyes. Now I know I am the stupid who pulled herself and her friend into a threat where they will be traumatized for their life. Her eyes remind of Chris and I plead for him to come and save us but I know there is no he can be here.

She came running to me but Harris held her one hand and stopped her mid way from moving too fast and just brought her near me at his own pace. She is wriggling in his grip and is trying to get released. I thought she is a werewolf too, she should have more strength than this right? Or am I thinking too much as I don’t have any information about real werewolves other than those movies, series and novels. I should have had that talk with Chris when he disclosed his identity. I should have talked to him then.

“Say hey to your friend honey, where are your manners.” Harris poked Jeanne and tried to humiliate both of us. “Thank you so much Celia for bringing her to me.” He smirked and tried kissing the cheek of Jeanne at which she sneered. I could see the disgust filled in her eyes the way he called her honey and thanked me. I just want to say sorry to her and remind her of the moment I tried to ask for help but we both failed. I keep chanting the word sorry to her and Chris.

“Listen you both bitches, don’t make a huge fuss or after we have our ways with you, you both will see the death of each other.” He gritted between his teeth and signaled the two other men present in the room. Suddenly, I felt my arms being released and blood rushing back to them in my veins. It was kind of relieved but seeing Harris pulling Jeanne away gave me a panic attack.

“Leave her.” I shouted at him. It was only then I heard my voice back. It sounded more hoarse and filled with anger, it didn’t sound like me. I coughed a little as it was too much for my dry throat. He turned around and looked at me with a frown.

“You’re in no position, bitch. Just pray we leave you alive after we’re done.” He spatted on my face and I felt a hard slap on my cheek while I watched him pulling Jeanne towards his room. I wanted to get up and fight for my friend but four hands were holding me back.

Jeanne was struggling too hard in his arms which earned her a slap too. He threw her against the wall and yelled in her face. “I thought of keeping your dignity and taking you in my room but you don’t deserve it.” He started tearing her clothes while here I lay flat on the cold floor and Peter was hovering over me and tracing my body with his two fingers. Zach was holding my forearms and I was trying to get out those dirty hands.

I heard some cloth tearing noise and when I turned in the direction of Jeanne, I saw her shirt sleeve torn and her arm had bruises. My heart screamed for Chris, it was crying for him and his comfort, I felt guilty for hurting him and dragging his sister in all this. I heard some growling from the device used for locking and unlocking the private lift for the penthouse.

I gathered all my courage and kicked Peter in his balls who was removing my silver sandals. I pulled my hands forward which made Zachary jerk up and I punched him in the guts. I got up without wasting a second and ran for the lock. I stumbled in my way but I made my way limping there. I saw it was Greg growling in anger and on fire. I pressed the button immediately to give him to the penthouse. I felt my leg pulled and I fell back on the floor with my face down. I started kicking my leg aimlessly but I was successful a few times as I heard a few groans. But soon I was in their clutch and my brave act was awarded with a loud slap. Jeanne looked my way and by now she was crying. Her shirt buttons were opened and Harris was smothering her chest with his kisses like a child who finally got a toy after a lot of tantrums.

It was no longer when Greg made his entry with a loud thud of the door opening. He was fuming in anger, my eyes unconsciously went behind him to find Chris but no he is not here. Looking at my disappointed eyes, Peter chuckled.

Peter got up from his squatted position, and went forward to fight Greg but it looks like he is in no mood of fighting a child. He punched Peter hard which sent him to the floor. I felt my arms and saw Zachary went flying to Greg. He brought Greg to the floor but Greg still got the upper hand and punched him a few times until his nose started bleeding.

I felt a bit relieved but yet annoyed. I dragged my body to a corner with my back to the wall. I was feeling pain around my left ankle, I think it got a sprain when I fell while opening the lock for Greg. Peter put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and turned him around to meet his punch. I told you Greg was in no mood to play with kids, he brought up Peter in the air holding his neck and sent him flying on the glass table on which I fell earlier. The glass table went crashing under the weight of Peter.