Owned by Him (Editing)

TW - Cruelty and Medical Abuse Included. 

A tall, blonde guy arrived a short while later. His hair was a fair blonde, and the shade of his eyes looked somewhat familiar.

"Nice to see you, Cameron!" Jordan exclaimed, much too loudly.

"You alright, mate? It's been a while!" The blonde replied. His voice sounded familiar too, but I couldn't place him.

"I want you to meet the reason your cousin is dead. This is Adara, my whore." Jordan beamed, nudging my broken ankle with his boot.

Cameron looked down at me and as he did, as our eyes met one another's, I realised that he was Coleson's relative. It took a minute for my brain to register but once it did, more guilt flooded through me.

The thing was, Cameron didn't seem to be angry at me. He came across rather...insouciant. I didn't have the energy to decipher whether that was a good or bad thing.

"What do you want done with her?" Cameron asked, the depth of his voice sounding so painfully similar to Coleson.

"Take her to my room. There's a chair in there. Tie her to that and I will be there later." Jordan explained, wincing as Bree approached him with a damp piece of gauze for his cheeks.

"Okay."

Cameron placed both of his arms under each of mine and hoisted me upward. I couldn't help but screech in excruciation.

"Cameron, shut her the fuck up. My head is pounding." Jordan commanded, dismissively.

Coleson's relative positioned me so that my back was flat against his front. He placed one arm across my throat and the other over my mouth. He said nothing as he forced me to walk forward on my broken ankle. I tried to beg him to lift me or even drag me, but he just told me to be quiet.

Jordan's room was on the opposite side of The Nunnery. It was clean, well kept and significantly more luxurious than the cell he had Phoenix and I living in. True to his word, there was a wooden chair welded to the floor at the end of his palatial king size. From how shiny the screws and bolts were in the foot of the chair; I assumed he had recently had the chair implemented for when I lost our fight.

Cameron placed me into the chair and was fleet in placing the shackles from its arms and legs around my ankles and wrists. Once I was secure, Cameron started to look in a nearby chest of drawers for something and so I thought it might have been a good time to speak to him about what actually happened to Coleson.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, capturing a mere slice of his attention.

"For what?" He replied, bluntly.

"For what happened to Coleson. I promise I didn't mean to get him-"

"What? Killed? From where I stand, all you seem to do is ruin the lives of those around you. You not only got Coleson killed but you have Phoenix held captive now too? You're a fucking risk to be around." He hissed as he walked back to me with a roll of tape.

His words were brutal, but they were true.

"I didn't me-"

"I don't care. Just shut up."

Cameron placed a strip of the tape around my mouth before turning off the light and exiting the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I wasn't aware how long I had been asleep or how I even managed to drift off when I had been consumed by such immense pain, yet I was woken up sometime later when Cameron re-entered the room. He turned the light on, revealing a small dinner tray in his hands.