Six.

He drags me by my hair and begins pulling me inside the mansion.

"Stop it!" I tell him as my hands try to grab the walls for support.

"You fool, you dared to escape from me. How dare you? Do you know who I am? What I have done for your family?"

He must have seen what I am trying to do because he lets go of my hair, leaving a painful jab behind and then scoops me up in one easy swipe.

"I said stop it!" I start hitting him on his back. But knowing how strong and muscular he is, those punches will feel like a massage to his back. Matt has a towering height of six foot three inches. That height is what most people notice first about him. That was what attracted him to me at first.

He storms towards the hallway, while my voice echoes behind. Someone would be out to save me very soon. This is what I thought, until he takes the direction of the basement, instead of going up stairs.

"W-where are you going? Where are you taking me to?"

Matt has been ignoring my cries ever since he dragged me into the mansion. What makes me think that he would answer me is what I don't know.

"This is your father's house. You should know where by now," he growls.

A chill runs down my spine. He can't be taking me to one of those scary rooms that haunted me as a child. He can't. No, he can't.

Using my last strength, I slap him harder on the back, "Get me down right now! Please! I can't go there! Just take me down!"

Matt stops, and I let out a deep breath, silently thanking the universe that they had somehow made him listen to me. But then he pushes one of the doors open, now further spiking my fears to a dangerous level.

"Matt!"

He throws me onto the hard floor. I land with a thud, and a lethal pain sears through my back and my shoulders.

"You made me a public ridicule. How dare you!"

He comes close to where I am lying and starts kicking me hard on the stomach. I begin coughing, tasting a metallic liquid in my teeth. One drop of my blood slips out of my mouth, getting on the floor.

"Why did you do such a thing?"

Silence. The only sound I can hear in the room is my heavy breathing. That, and a cricket whistling at a near distance.

"Answer me, you damn bitch!" Matt roars, shaking my body vigorously.

"I…" I begin even though I don't know where to start from. How do I start blaming myself, the victim? What exactly is he asking me? What public ridicule? Has my memory finally failed me? Wasn't I the one that was ridiculed on my wedding night? I was betrayed. The three people closest to me, who meant the world to me shattered my soul and everything in me. So what public ridicule is he talking about?

"Do you now want me to squeeze the answer out of that cute little mouth of yours?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," I finally manage to say.

He lowers his large body to me, and the next thing that hits my face is a thundering slap which sends stars out of my eyes.

"I can remind you if you want. Or have you forgotten how you ran away that night? Despite all my commands for you to come back?"

The despair with which I am looking at him doesn't match the anger boiling inside me. I am already intoxicated by the pain. Every part of my body is already weak, but I don't think I can go another minute without letting him know how I feel.

"You betrayed my love…" I begin saying in between laborious breaths, "You slept with…"

I find it hard to say the next words. They are right there in my throat, waiting for me to gather the courage I would need to voice it out.

"With Amanda? Is that why you disobeyed me that night?"

"And my sister too! You were sleeping with Lauren too! Don't forget that!"

He grabs my face and begins squeezing my mouth, "So what? So what if I slept with both of them?"

I watch him through pained eyes get drowned in thoughts. Maybe he is finally regretting his actions. Or the weight of what he did is dawning on him. Was he drunk that night? Did they lure him into bed with them?

I gasp at the new angle my thoughts are going at. Maybe it wasn't even his fault. What if Amanda and Lauren had planned this as some sort of payback for whatever I did to them?

His next words pull me off the new angle of my thoughts.

"Were you jealous?" he asks with a demeaning chuckle.

My body freezes. He thinks this is all about jealousy? What does he take me for? A whiny teenager that is jealous about her boyfriend having a chit chat with other girls in her class.

"Do you want me to give it to you the way I gave them hot?" he continues.

I don't know which I find more disgusting between what he said and the way he is licking his lips suggestively. I watch his eyes leave my face and start roaming through my entire body.

It stops at my thighs, and I shiver on guessing what he is thinking.

"You know…" his hand leaves where it has been grabbing me tight on the face and goes to my thighs, "Your father assured me about your virginity. That was what started this whole riff-raff in the first place."

He spreads my legs wide before his hands continue going further up, "But I never liked you enough to allow something so measly to attract me."

His words are adding salt to my already wounded soul. He never liked me? Not even one bit? So I said yes to a man that didn't find my body attractive enough, even though I have kept myself all these years for him?

"How about we change that now? You love me right?"

I glare back at him. Love is the last bit of emotion I will feel for him. Not after I have already seen him as the devil that he is.

"I'm gonna make love to you right now. Let me kiss those pains of yours away."

I am about letting a deep breath in relief when he says let him make love to me, thinking he has finally gotten to his senses. But his last words jolt me out of that thinking. I quickly snap my legs shut.

He sees what I am doing, and his brow furrows, "What the hell are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said? I said I want to make love to you!"

Having three times more strength than I do, he throws me on the floor again until I am lying back down on it. He uses one of his strong arms to pin my hands on top of my head, restricting me from fighting for myself and my innocence.

"You are such a foolish girl! You are crazy! So disobedient! I'm going to teach you a lesson."

He uses his thighs to nudge open my legs while I can hear the ruffling sound of his belt unbuckling.

"No!!!" I scream on top of my voice, "Don't do this! Don't do it!"

My head begins flinging from side to side as I try to fight for my freedom, even though it is almost an impossible task at this point.

"Leave me alone, please!" I cry with the last strength I have.

Something warm and hard touches on top of my panties.

"You can't do this! You don't love me, don't do this."

A jab of pain swipes through my hip joint as he rips my panties off my body. I am about to flip my head sideways when I see a rod lying close to me.

I turn to look at him, only to see him positioning himself right on top of me. Licking my lips to gather the courage I need to do this, while I try to wiggle one of my hands from his grip.

When I manage to get one hand out, I begin stamping it blindly towards where the rod is lying. I sigh in relief when I finally touch the cold metal. My shaky hand grabs it and hits it on Matt.

It lands on his lower abdomen. He yelps on the contact, cursing under his breath. His hand holding mine frees it.

"What the actual fuck…"

He tries to snatch the rod off my grip, but I am faster. Gripping it perfectly with my second hand, I smack him hard again, this time on his groin.

His screams echo through the empty room as he jumps off my body, grabbing his balls with his hands, giving me the opportunity to crawl to the door.

"Where do you think you are going, bitch? Come back here!"