#kyle hunter

Landon: Woah, woah, I was only getting the last cookie, no need to threaten me.

Chapter 5.

Run.

Run, as fast as you can.

Run, Maya.

There would be no one coming to save you.

No father.

No mother.

No brothers.

No lover.

You’re on your own on this fucking earth.

So, run.

I ran as fast as I could, my bare feet colliding with the sharp pebbles and damp dirt of the jungle.

But it was to no avail.

A dark hand gripped my hair from behind, yanking me backward with brutal force.

I thrashed wildly, biting into their hand with my teeth, scratching at his face—anything to keep him away from me.

Away from my body.

Away from my fucking soul.

A sharp slap landed on my cheek. Hard.

Followed by another one. And then another. And another.

Until I could hear nothing but a high, sharp stinging in my ear.

Another pair of hands grabbed my collar, tearing my dress completely in half.

I screamed.

Or, at least, I thought I did.

I couldn't even tell if sound was leaving my throat anymore.

"You fucking bitch," they snarled directly into my face, groping my naked breasts harshly. "Rai is so fucking proud, isn't she?"

Before I could even process the words, another pair of hands tore at my undergarments, forcefully thrusting their fingers inside me. I screamed.

I knew…

"Let's see how proud she remains when she finds out her own daughter is getting fucked by the men she insulted," he sneered.

I knew there was no going back.

I knew I would never be who I was again.

I knew.

And then, two men forced themselves inside me.

At once.

And I screamed.

I woke up with a violent jerk.

My breath was ragged, coming so fast and shallow that I was sure I was going to tear my own windpipe.

Panic mounting, my hand flew to my chest, rubbing and pressing down against my sternum as hard as I physically could.

With shaking hands, I tried to untie the ropes from around my legs.

When my trembling fingers couldn't unknot them, I desperately grabbed the knife I kept hidden under my pillow.

I cut the ropes shakily, the blade nicking the skin of my feet in my desperation, but I barely felt it.

I tried to rise too quickly, causing my knees to buckle. I collapsed heavily onto the floor.

The sobs wouldn't calm down, and my chest physically ached from the sheer violence of how I was inhaling.

Crawling toward the small table, I managed to grab a glass of water. I tried to force it down my throat, only to choke violently on the liquid.

I punched my own chest, desperate to break the spasm, but nothing was working.

Am I going to die like this? Choking on my own breath?

I laid flat on the cold floor, tears streaming from my eyes while heavy, breathless sobs ripped from my mouth, shattering the otherwise silent air.

Suddenly, the sharp ring of my phone sliced through the room.

I tried to force my head up, squinting through the dark. Who could be calling this late? Did I do something wrong again?

I somehow managed to drag myself over and grab the phone, wiping my blurry eyes harshly to read the screen.

It was an unknown number.

My brain flared with instant alert.

Who could it be?

Despite the terror, I swiped to answer. I pressed the phone against my ear, violently biting down on my own wrist to anchor myself—anything to stop a sob or a gasp from escaping down the line.

There was a agonizing silence on the other side before a voice finally broke it.

"Hello?"

I froze.

No, it couldn't be.

It couldn't be him.

No, it can't… it just can't.

"Hello?" the voice repeated.

With a choked gasp, I threw the phone across the room, wishing with everything in me that it would shatter against the floorboards.

I scrambled backward, dragging myself away until my spine hit the wall.

I pulled my knees tight against my chest, wrapping my arms around them in a vice grip. I rocked myself back and forth, my heavy sobs mixing with unheard, desperate prayers to ease the crushing pain in my chest.

But it just wouldn't ease.

And soon, the darkness swallowed me whole, and I lost consciousness.

Next Morning.

I woke up to the sound of heavy, aggressive banging on my door.

Opening my eyes slowly, an instant, stinging ache throbbed through my head and chest.

I struggled against the stiffness in my limbs as I sat up, realizing with a jolt that I was still lying on the hard floor.

Then, the memories of last night came flooding back in a brutal wave.

Oh. So I lost it again?

I didn’t have time to think any further.

The banging on the door was growing louder, getting more intense with every passing second. It sounded like whoever was on the other side was going to break the wood right off its hinges.

I had to be quick.

I stood up, swaying slightly on my feet, but I threw my hand out to support myself against the wall.

After roughly rubbing my face and running a frantic hand through my tangled hair, I finally unlocked and cracked open the door.

My eyes met a rage-fueled Nikolai and Jeremy.

Nikolai. Jeremy.

Here.

Nikolai and Jeremy. Two incredibly strong, dangerous men. Here.

Me.

Alone.

Alone.

A fresh surge of pure panic flooded my veins. I slammed my weight forward, trying to shove the door shut, but Nikolai was faster.

He forced his boot and shoulder right into the gap, blocking the way.

I kept throwing my weight against the wood, trying to force it closed, until the cold reality hit me.

I couldn't, can I?

Who was I kidding?

I can't fight a man.

A man.

But I can run, right?

Even if don't work.

But atleast, I can try.

Abruptly letting go of the door, I spun around and ran deeper into the apartment. I sprinted blindly, desperately trying to find a way out—until a heavy hand caught me from behind.

No, No, No.

Not again.

Not fucking again.

"Fucking Leave me," I roared, biting the hands again, scratching blindly.

Just like i did that night.

The sheer strength behind the grip didn't just stop my body; it stopped the air in my lungs.

"Maya! Stop fucking running!"

The voice wasn't the one from my nightmare, nor was it the voice from the midnight phone call.

It was deeper, colder, and saturated with an authority that made my knees instinctively want to hit the floor.

I stopped thrashing, my body going completely rigid under his touch.

The phantom heat of the jungle, the smell of dirt and rain from my nightmare, vanished, replaced instantly by the suffocating reality of the present.

I didn't look at Jeremy, who was closing the door behind them and locking it with a heavy, final click.

My eyes were locked entirely on Nikolai.

Ever since the truth had come to light—ever since the fragile illusion of our family had shattered and he discovered my role in Mia’s kidnapping—Nikolai had familiarized me with a side of himself I never knew existed.

Before, he was the protective, albeit stern, older brother.

Afterward, he became a stranger wrapped in an unforgiving, terrifying rage.

The memory of the day he found out was burned into my retinas: the look of absolute disgust in his eyes, the way his voice had dropped to a lethal whisper, promising me that the only reason I was still breathing was the blood in my veins.

From that day on, fear hadn't just been an emotion when it came to Nikolai. It was a physical reflex.

"Let... let go," I choked out, my voice sounding incredibly small.

Nikolai didn't release his grip. Instead, his sharp, dark eyes swept down my form, taking in my disheveled hair, the pale cast of my skin.

His brow furrowed, his expression shifting from pure irritation to something deeply suspicious.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he demanded, his voice echoing off the sparse walls of my apartment. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Why were you trying to bar the door?"

"You were banging," I whispered, my eyes darting down to his boots, unable to hold his gaze. "I... I thought you were someone else."

"Someone else?" Jeremy stepped forward, his tone calmer than Nikolai's but carrying the heavy weight of a Pakhan's enforcer. "Maya, your apartment complex is locked down. No one gets up here without us knowing. Who did you think it was?"

"It doesn't matter," I muttered, trying to pull my arm back.

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