Witness by Rachael Orman Read Free Book Online

to stay married to a psychopath who had already threatened my life on numerous occasions, it was all my fault that he did all those things. NO! It was not my fault, damn it. Kill me if you want to kill me, but stop saying it was my god damn fault.” I was out of breath, my chest heaving by the time I finished shouting the words that had spun round and round in my head for the last five years.
     
    “Do you really think any of that matters?” Aaron sneered. “You were there. You saw something you weren’t supposed to. You have to pay. Simple as that.”
     
    After having expelled all the hatred I’d built up, I felt the rush of adrenaline ebb, leaving me shivering from the crash and realization that I really was facing my death.
     
    “You were meant to be mine. That shithead didn’t know what he had,” Aaron whispered against my ear. Then he was back to stroking my hair again. “Too bad you went and touched that scum Michele sent to finish the job. You let that disgusting man put his hands and mouth on you, and for that, you will have to be punished.”
     
    I heard the buzz of the drill seconds before I felt the yank on my hair. Except it wasn’t a normal pull, but a hard, twisting sensation. The more the drill droned on, the tighter my hair got and the worse it hurt. Within seconds, the burn was so intense I couldn’t hold back a cry, then a scream, as a handful of hair was brutally torn from my scalp.
     
    “Mmm, yes, I think that’s a good start,” Aaron hummed as he held the drill around for me to see. The bloody locks hung from it.
     
    Revulsion flared in my gut as I felt wetness seep down the back of my head. I wanted to cry out or scream, but I was too shocked to react.
     
    “That’s right. See, you were made for me. Tough little thing,” Aaron said as he dragged the tip of the bloody drill bit along my cheek before forcing it into my mouth.
     
    I gagged around it instantly.
     
    He didn’t stop until I had a mouthful of my own hair and blood. Then he turned the drill on, making it bump into my teeth, gums and tongue.
     
    Just when I thought he was going to break out my teeth or drill through my cheek, he pulled it out, leaving the disgusting mess behind. I gagged again.
     
    “Spit that out and I’ll take more hair. It won’t be such a small amount next time, though.” Aaron glared at me, spinning the drill through the air with a dark gleam in his eyes as he smiled.
     
    I didn’t want to debate what was considered a “small amount” because a mouthful was more than that to me. I wasn’t going to object or spit it out no matter how much I wanted to. The pain pulsing through my head from the first time was almost more than I could handle.
     
    “Now, for letting that motherfucker touch what is mine…” Aaron said, moving to stand directly in front of me. He pushed my thighs apart, and I shuddered.
     
    I changed my mind. Please let him remove all my hair with his horrible drill as long as he didn’t rape me. I didn’t think I could survive that.
     
    “Don’t worry, baby, we have a lot more to discuss before we get to that part of the evening,” Aaron responded as if he knew where my thoughts had gone. He placed the drill bit to my kneecap. “However, since you wanted to run from me straight into the arms of another man, I think you should no longer be allowed to walk. What do you say?”
     
    Before I could even respond, the drill flared to life and pain exploded in my leg as he pushed the spinning metal into my yoga pants and through my flesh.
     
    I couldn’t keep back the scream as he made a burning hole straight through my knee. My vision blacked out as I hyperventilated. The pain was too much. Blood was pouring quickly from the wound, only adding to the lightheadedness I’d already been battling from the head wound left behind from the partial scalping he’d given me.
     
    “That couldn’t have felt good. Maybe next time you’ll think before you try to run from me,”