A/N: HEY, IM BACK! Let's continue, shall we? 😉 ☺️

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Sahara leans against the wall for support because her legs were barely holding her up. It was a double room, as in, there was a door inside the room she's in leading to another room. The room she is in right now is large, it could fit more than three master bedrooms in this one room. The doors leading to the other room were French doors so she could see through to the other room clear as day.

The side of the room she was began to scare the living daylights out of her. She began walking around, examining everything closer. Walking into the room, Sahara feels a cold breeze, an unwelcoming cold breeze. The room felt heavy on her chest, something about the atmosphere made it hard for her to breathe. Something inside her keeps telling her to run the hell out of there, but she's already here.

The walls in the room are filled with things. Upon closer examination, she begins to realize what they are. One side of the walls were organized and filled with guns from small ones to gigantic hunting-like ones. The expensive-looking wooden table underneath those hanging guns were full of accessories for the guns.

Doesn't sound so bad? Sahara keeps walking. The next part of the wall is decorated with knives, all kinds of knives but they do not look like kitchen knives. There's little splatters of dried up blood on the table underneath the knives, making Sahara shiver.

She finally stops in her tracks, there's two things in this room that made her realize what this room is. There's surgical table on one side of the room with chains and cuffs attached to the bed to trap someone on the bed...

On the other side of the room, there's a chair, not an ordinary chair, a chair made out of metal. It had cuffs around the arm-rests and the legs. It also had a contraption hanging off of the ceiling, right above the chair, which looks like it would fit onto someone's head.

When it suddenly dawned on her what she might've walked into, her blood runs cold. This is a torture room, this is a torture room, this is a torture room, Ya Allah, this is a torture room, she repeats over and over again in her head.

She scans the room to see the rest and it wasn't any more pleasant. It is filled with all kinds of torture gadgets and gizmos, it is truly the stuff from someone's nightmares. At first glance, the room looks almost cozy with its royal blue wallpaper and the wooden touch on the furniture, if you could even call it that. But once the eyes adjust, it'll be something out of the most terrifying Saw movie franchise nightmare.

(A/N: Saw is a movie series/frachise based on the sole purpose of torture. It's freaky as hell!! If you haven't seen it, watch the trailer on YouTube for one of the movies. But I'm warning you, it is not for the weak.)

She almost threw up at the thought of what happened or even happens in this room. This can't be Damian's, can it? There has to be some kind of a logical explanation to this. There has to be. She drags herself towards the French doors that leads to the other room. She could see a little bit of the other room through the doors from the light from the torture room reflecting into it.

She opens the doors and finds the light switch right beside it. Her breathing becomes irregular from the tension. She flicks on the lights and scans the room. She couldn't believe her eyes.

The room has red wallpaper wrapping all four walls surrounding the room. There's a bed with red and white silk sheets that look unmade as if someone was in here recently. The imprint on the bed looks like there were two, maybe even three people that were on it...

But that's the normal part of the room. This one was full of things Sahara couldn't fully recognize. There are ropes hanging from the headboard, there were floggers in all shapes in sizes organized on the wall, there were vibrato– "Oh my God, is this his kink room right across from his torture chamber?" Sahara says out loud with her hand over her mouth in shock.

She looks through his collection of toys but her naive mind didn't know any further than the two or three items she saw. There is a whole collection of whips, wrist and ankle cuffs, all kinds of restraints, clamps for God knows what places on the body. There are so many things in this large room that became too much for Sahara to process.

She became horrified because she didn't know a single thing about this side of Damian. She didn't know how to even process it all. That torture room became engraved into her mind, who did he hurt in there? Why did he hurt them? Does he do it for the mere fun of it? So many questions but she cannot ask him any because at this point, she's scared, she's so scared she can barely hold herself together.

Her body hits the wall as she slides down the wall from exhaustion. Tears well up in her eyes from the overwhelming feeling after her new discoveries. Is he killing people? Is he torturing them? Is he sleeping with other girls behind my back? Was I just another girl who he wanted to sleep with? She puts both hands on her head, "I need to get out, oh my God, I need to get out." The moment she said, she heard the door open and her breathing stops abruptly as she gasps, "Damian..."

Her sad and terrified eyes meet his icy, cold and angry ones. Damian grabs her wrist and aggressively pulls her up.

"What the fuck? I know for a fucking fact that Sebastian told you not to come here. You little Muslim whore, do you not know how the bloody fuck to respect privacy?" Damian yells as he inches dangerously close to Sahara, trapping her between the wall and his body.

"Damian– please, I didn't know it was–" Sahara stutters.

"–it was what?! Something important to me?!" He finishes her sentence as his fist hits the wall beside her head, making her flinch. He grabs her wrist, twisting it behind her back.

Sahara's vision became blurry from the tears at the edge of falling, "Please, it hurts, Damian. Please..."

Sahara heard Sebastian in the back, "Sir, please, Madam didn't know–"

Damian turns around in fury to look at Sebastian, "I'll deal with you the fuck later. Do you fucking understand? GET OUT!"

Sebastian does as he was told. A bewildered by the thought of what might happen to poor Sebastian because of her doing. "Damian! Sebastian had nothing to do with this. I did this on my own without his knowledge."

"Oh? So now you and Sebastian have been up to something together when I'm not at home?" His grip on her wrist becomes painfully tight.

Sahara was hurt that Damian would think of her so lowly, "No, Ya Allah (Oh God)! Why would you even think that? I'm deadly serious, he had nothing to do with this, nothing." Sahara takes a deep breath.

"I don't understand why you're yelling at me, I'm not the one with a freaking hidden torture chamber or Christian Grey's playroom in my house! Except, I mean, I don't care about that room BUT IT'S RIGHT ACROSS FROM A GODDAMN TORTURE ROOM!!! WHAT KIND OF KINK IS THAT?! HAVING SEX WHILE WATCHING SOMEONE BLEED TO DEATH?!" Sahara is beginning to lose her mind. She badly wants him to tell her this isn't anything, she wants him to tell her that it's someone else's, it came with the house when he bought it, it's anything but his own.

Damian grabs her face with one hand and smashes it against the wall, his face so close to hers that their noses are almost touching. "Don't you fucking dare talk back to me."

Sahara's lips trembling as her head begins pounding and stinging from being hit against the wall. Tears start falling down her face uncontrollably as she remembers something from her past life.

She laughs out loud in a sad tone making Damian confused, "Who knew this was going to follow me into my life in the future? As if he didn't hurt me enough growing up and now I have to deal with you doing the same. Is this the fate written for my life? End up with men who hate my fucking guts and end up hurting me in every way possible?"

Damian was surprised Sahara swore, he's even more shocked at what he's finding out. "It gets lonely and exhausting. I don't like being alone because I'm scared I might do something to mys- never mind, I just- I want to go to bed."

His grip on her loosened, "Who? Who hurt you growing up?"

Sahara looks up and he sees the pain in her naive-looking eyes, making his heart hurt immensely. I did that, I brought back something she buried long ago, fuck, Damian thought to himself. "It doesn't matter, I'm tired, I'm just tired."

Sahara walks out the room, leaving Damian to wonder why his heart hurts as if someone kicked him on his chest.

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"What do you mean she didn't come back? You didn't see her leave the house either?" Damian paces around the kitchen.

"N-no, Sir. We searched everywhere she might be but couldn't find her." Katherine says in a concerned manner.

He screams in frustration and smashes a vase against the wall, making Katherine, Jennifer, and Sebastian flinch.

"FIND HER! I NEED YOU TO FIND HER! Check security cameras, ask people on the street, just find her." He yells. But then he whispers something at the end that only Kat and Sebastian caught, "I need her, she can't leave me, please." Making Damian sound almost vulnerable.

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A/N: I apologize for leaving you guys at a cliffhanger last chapter. 😂 I made sure this chapter didn't have a cliffhanger as bad as the last one. Sooooo, what do you guys think of the revelation Sahara made this chapter about the rooms? Y'all freaked out? 😂

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