Saving Faith... - Stephanie M. Colon (best thriller novels to read .txt) 📗

the moment he didn't want to waste more time than he already was.

Owen ripped the clothes she was wearing off of her. She wouldn’t ever need them again. She will only wear what he wanted her to wear from now until he got tired of her. Besides for what he had in mind she wouldn’t really need clothes anyway. He took out the outfit and he very carefully put it on Faith. Making sure every detail was perfect with her clothing he laid her on the cot and handcuffed her to it then strapped down her hips and spread her legs so she wouldn’t be able to move her body an inch. He thought about putting a blanket on her but decided against it. He put the air conditioner for the whole apartment on sixty five degrees and made sure Faith was secure on the cot before he closed the door making sure it too was locked. He wouldn’t be back home until one in the morning. He knew she would be cold but he had a lot of good fun plans for her. He finished getting himself ready for his business dinner and left the apartment. The anticipation he felt was beyond any he had experienced in his life.

Faith

 

Faith woke up three hours later with a migraine. Not wanting to make it worse she decided not to open her eyes right away. “What happened?” she said out loud hoping someone else would tell her. Just thinking hurt too much so instead she tried to figure out where she was first. She tried to raise her hand to rub her eyes but she found she couldn’t move it. In fact she couldn’t move her body at all. With that realization she opened her eyes immediately. Faith saw she was in a small room with grey walls. The only light in the room was a dull light coming from under the cot she was laying on. Why can’t I move? What is going on? It was then that she remembered talking to Owen, him leaving, her finally realizing what he had been doing to her, the feeling of panic, then nothing. What the hell did he do to me? Oh God where am I? How am I going to get out of this? I knew I shouldn’t have come to see him. This was a horrible idea and now I’m stuck who knows where. Why is it so cold and what am I wearing? “Oh, God I’m not making it out of here. He is so much further gone than I had even thought. He might kill me. Please God, help me get out of here. Please get me to safety.”

Chapter 1

 

Two weeks later

 

Sebastian

Sebastian James was walking out of his favorite bar when an unfamiliar scent saturated the air around him. It smelled of roses and rain. His mouth watered and his mind became obsessed, but he found himself more confused than anything. He looked down at both ends of the street he was standing on and saw no one. The longer Sebastian smelled the scent the more curious he grew to figure out exactly where that smell was coming from. What baffled him the most was that the scent wasn’t strong at all but was so appealing to him anyway. It wasn’t a usual thing for a scent to catch his attention so much that he forgot everything else around him. He forgot he was supposed to be on his way home. The most I have to lose is a night of looking for something I know I can’t find. It’s better than sitting at home doing absolutely nothing. Besides I already ate so why not entertain myself. I only have time to kill before I really have to go home anyway. Sebastian thought to himself as he started to follow the trail of the scent. 

Soon he found himself outside of a high rise apartment building. The scent seemed to drift through a balcony door up at the top of the building. Sebastian was starting to go crazy with finding the source of the smell. The only time he ever went crazy over a scent was when he hadn’t eaten in weeks and he was on the brink of going mad. Sebastian was so lost in thought that a man coming out of the building bumped right into him as he was turning. “Watch where you're-” the man said annoyingly but when he looked up and saw how big Sebastian was he stopped mid sentence. Sebastain knew the look of fear in a person’s eyes and usually didn't like the feeling of people looking at him in fear but for some reason it gave him satisfaction now to see it.

Sebastian just looked at the man. He was about 5 feet 6 inches tall, kind of on the lanky side, with eyes so pale blue they reminded Sebastian of ice, and skin was so pale he looked down right evil. If Sebastian wasn’t so bent on finding the source of the entrancing scent he would read this person like a book. He would be able to find out every dark secret, nightmare, fantasy, and anything else he could ever want. At the moment he just wanted the source of the scent so he gave the man a snarl which had him turning and running. Sebastian turned back toward the building and followed the scent. The only problem he had now with being so close to the source was that it was now laced with the sweet metallic smell of blood. Never before had the scent of blood actually bothered him but somewhere deep in his chest he felt a pain at what was at the end of the trail. He knew whatever he found was not going to be right. For some reason the man who bumped into him popped into his mind and he became enraged. He knew at that moment that whatever it was at the end of this trail had to do with this little man. I should have read him. Why didn't I read him?

The trail seemed to end at a door that the balcony should lead into. For the first time in over 300 years the smell of blood actually made Sebastian feel sick. Sebastian hadn’t smelled blood so repulsive in hundreds of years. It’s the only thing that kept him from moving. Sebastian opened the door because he just needed to find out where the blood came from. It was just like many of the locks he opened before. He grew anxious trying to figure out why the scent that was so appealing to him was mixed with the horrible smell of blood. When he finally walked into the apartment he didn’t find anything. Everything was pristine, but he had a dreadful feeling. The scent still lingered which meant whatever was bleeding was either hiding or had been moved.

Forgetting the apartment he followed where the scent seemed to be the strongest. It was a heavy metal door that seemed to have a hand print lock. Sebastian knew he would not be able to open it without at least a hand. The thought was very tempting but the problem was he didn’t know whose hand he would need. He decided to hide in the apartment until whoever lived there came back. Then he would finally be able to find out what was driving him crazy. And possibly punish whoever it was who mixed the blood with the scent of roses and rain because he truly believed the smells came from the same source.

One week before

 

Owen

 

“Ple….please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I promise I will leave and you will never see me again. Just let me go. Owen please just let me go. I’m sorry if I hurt you or disrespected you. I’m sorry for any wrong I have done towards you. I just want to go home. ” Faith pleaded.

“You should have just listened when I told you what I was doing. I told you about it when you first said no to me but you probably paid no attention to me. You decided I wasn’t good enough for you to be with. Then when you see me with another woman I keep on the side you break up with me. You ever think I only had them because you refused to have sex with me? I could have forced you but I never did. I did one even better. After you told me you wanted to wait I told you I was going to find someone else to fill that part. I told you I was going to wait but that I needed physical pleasures. You begged me to understand that all you could do was kiss me. I told you I did so instead of forcing you I kept other women for that pleasure, and then you condemn me. You’re the one who wanted to hold out on me but I'm the one in the wrong. I’ve been taking care of you in every way possible. I helped you make your life better and you want to leave me? That’s not happening. I put too much time into making you better for you to leave now.” Owen explained.

Owen had kept Faith tied up in the panic room of his apartment until the next morning. He never checked on her when he got home. He decided to make her wait so instead he had showered and gone to bed. He found that having her waiting in the panic room gave him a kind of pleasure he had never experienced before, and he loved the feeling. He imagined her waiting for him to come in but actually seeing her in the morning was so much better than his imagination could have ever been. She was crying which he loved to see. She was eager to talk to him which he found amusing. The only problem he had was she wanted to leave now. He wasn’t going to let her go. He wanted her to promise to be a good little girl and do everything he asks. Why wouldn’t she be more submissive? She will learn soon enough.

Owen had ended their conversation and left her alone for a few more minutes. He cleared his schedule for the next two weeks. He wouldn’t work or leave his apartment. The only person who entered would be his house cleaner and that was only two days a week. He beat and raped Faith every day for the first five days. Her first time he was gentle. He wanted her to remember it for the rest of her life, but after he became so brutal he wasn’t satisfied until every inch of the small panic room was covered with her blood. He fed her very little and never allowed her to bathe. He thought of her bruised and battered body as his work of art. Faith didn’t know how someone could be so cruel. To think I thought he loved me. Boy was I wrong about that. Please, God, just let me get out of here. Let me go home. Let someone come save me please. Faith prayed in her mind and begged every minute she was awake to be allowed to leave. 

The day Owen decided to move Faith to a new location he kept her tied but cleaned her up, and moved her when he knew no one would see them. He used the staff elevator that was never used at night and snuck her out the back of the building to a waiting truck. He moved her to an empty abandoned house far away from the city. It took him about an hour to drive there but it was worth it. Noone would know what was going on in the building. He decided to torture her worse now that there was no chance in hell that anyone could possibly hear her screams. He used items