The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 168: Nightmare

Chapter 168: Nightmare

Rhys’ heavy eyes started to drift closed, and everything went black.

But then he heard it again, the sound of the familiar footsteps, he knew he was coming back. He never stopped until he had passed out.

He had said he loved hearing him beg so begging him to stop had done nothing but made everything worse.

"Hello boy, miss me?"

He was back.

"No!" He gasped , his eyes blinking open as he tried to pull himself from sleep, feeling them burn and sting from the tears in them.

His chest was heaving as he sucked in sharp breaths, darting his eyes around the room frantically as he swallowed the dry feeling in his throat and tried to figure out where he was.

His blurry eyes tried to adjust, as he squinted around the room, bringing his hands up to wipe

his eyes.

He had just relieved one of the worst moments of his life in his dreams - the day he was kidnapped.

In his nightmare, Rhys had found himself walking alone down a deserted street, when a van screeched to a halt beside him.

Before he knew it, he was grabbed by two strangers, thrown into the van, and blindfolded. He could hear their harsh voices, smell the stench of alcohol and cigarettes, and feel the rough ropes that bound his hands and feet.

As the van drove away, Rhys felt a sense of panic and despair overwhelming him. He could hear himself screaming for help, but no one answered. The journey seemed endless, and he was sure that he was never going to see his family again.

Finally, the van stopped, and Rhys was dragged out into a dark, dingy room. He could feel the cold, hard concrete under his feet, and the dampness of the walls. His captors had left him there, alone, in the darkness.

In his nightmare, Rhys relived the fear and isolation he had felt during his captivity. He could hear the creaking of the door as his kidnappers came and went, and he could feel the beatings and the hunger that he had endured. He was trapped, helpless, and terrified.

Rhys woke up, gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around his bedroom, relieved to see that he was safe, and that it was just a nightmare.

But the memory of his kidnapping still haunted him, and he knew that it would take a long time to shake off the fear and anxiety that it had caused.

He got out of bed and walked to the window, staring out at the city skyline. He took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill his lungs, and closed his eyes.

Slowly, he started to calm down, the fear ebbing away as he reminded himself that he was safe now.

As Rhys stood there, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the city, he realized that he needed to face his fears head-on. If he wanted to go on this revenge he needed the strength to face his biggest nightmare in person.

He couldn’t keep running from the memories that haunted him. He needed to confront them and come to terms with what had happened.

Taking another deep breath, Rhys turned away from the window and walked over to his desk. He opened the drawer and took out a worn leather journal. Sitting down, he flicked on the lamp.

His therapist had always encouraged him to write out whatever was bothering him but never once had he done it. He was too scared to make himself vulnerable.

But now, Rhys realized that he had no choice. He needed to confront his past if he was going to move forward with his plan for revenge. He took a deep breath and began to write.

At first, the words came slowly, and his hand shook as he put pen to paper. But as he wrote, the words started to flow more easily, and memories flooded back to him. Memories that he had buried deep inside him for years.

He wrote about the fear he felt during his kidnapping, the terror of being held captive, and the guilt he felt for not being able to protect himself. He wrote about the nightmares that plagued him, waking him up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat

As he wrote, Rhys realized that he was crying. Tears streamed down his face, splashing onto the pages of the journal. But he kept writing, pouring out his heart onto the paper.

As Rhys wrote, he felt a sense of release, a weight lifting from his chest.

He had kept these memories bottled up for so long, afraid to confront them. But now, as he put them on paper, he felt a sense of power, a sense of control.

Hours passed as Rhys wrote, his pen scratching furiously across the pages.

The sun had long since set, and the city outside was quiet. But Rhys kept writing, pouring his heart onto the paper.

Hours later, Rhys finally put down his pen. The sky outside was starting to lighten, and the first rays of dawn were creeping over the horizon. He wiped away his tears and closed the journal.

He felt drained, emotionally and physically, but also strangely liberated. For the first time in years, he felt relieved. Free.

Tomorrow he couldn’t wait to see Beatrix. Fuck he missed her. Missed her touch, her smile, her lips, her body.

Funny when she is the daughter of the man who ruined him.

You’re never to fall for the enemy and definitely not the person closest to him.

But life doesn’t always go according to plan. It’s always messing up and making you question your whole existence.

Hopefully it doesn’t mess up his relationship with Beatrix.

He might have survived this life changing trauma but he doesn’t think he would survive without Beatrix.

Rhys sighed as he thought about Beatrix. She was the only one who truly understood him, who had been there for him through thick and thin. He couldn’t wait to see her, to hold her in his arms and feel her warmth