Bound by Hate

his free will snatched from him, tortured and battered by his masters or mistresses. It was that time he met her, Marrena, the love of his life. The girl who sacrificed everything to make sure he

s. He frowned when he couldn't; they were still cuffed to the bed. "Ricardo!"

ng guy appeared, opening the door. "Hi!" Lucas waved, mun

ame dream?" Lucas as

Steven

uld see the therapis

me and feast on my mind

for two years, fell in love, and had no memory of it." Steven stare

ife. Get me out of these cuffs, and whe

was a problem with the shipment; Ric went to supervise." Lucas reported, wit

reed wrists, his eye

s planned; it can't be a coincidence." Lucas shrugged, sitting on a couch in the well-furnished ro

time this month their shipments had been hijacked by the same people but using different metho

ds; you can't trust anything my bas

s eyes meeting Steven's back, or what was left of it. Marks and scars ran from his neck to his waist;

t you alive" he muttered, ta

le on another mission to find Steven, they finally saw him. His body was battered, his memories a mess. They were glad he didn't forget them, his brothers. Ricardo patched him up, used every means to make sure Steven got back on his feet. When he finally recovered, and they asked him about his time there, he couldn't remember. His time there left him wrecked, one of them was an addi

im out of his reverie. "You spaced out.

, man. I'

asked, his tone fill

s speech, staring at Steven. Natalie Williams-Rodriguez, a model and Ric

't, he raised his eyes to meet Lucas staring back at him.

ed Natalie I would take

s threatening to fall. Why was he a jinx to everyone around him? Jean, the girl who loved him, and he ended up breaking her heart in the most crue

nding her of things she once loved, and maybe she might wake up mentally fit." "What do you mean 'mentally fit'?" Ricardo had asked in a feat of rage. "There's also a chance she might wake

ciating pain in his head. "Argh!" He groaned, holding his head, the phone falling to the floor. Images star

ASHB

was racing with fear. He had been sold to this new master, a well-off and ruthless man, just hours ago, and now

ng his lips as he signaled to Steven. "And this, my dear, is the new

lated stare from an impassive woman who ey

the master asked, pride oo

delicate porcelain plate at Steven's head, the thing shattering

's nothing special. Just

knew that he needed to keep his head down, to survive this nightma

glinting with mirth. "Ah, my dear, you

OF FLA

hed it to see blood. "Great!" he muttered, pulling out a tissue to wipe his nose clean. He suddenly remembered the plate shattering against his head and flinched at the recollection. I