ayed in her mind. Everything she had been through since walking into the Beckett man

was dragged back to her room and left there to starve. The worst part was the isolat

he watched Nicholas walk in. His muscular body reminded her of the pain she felt on

d me you were sneaking up on me when I was havi

her face as he used his other hand to press her against his rock-ha

, you're nothing but a poor soul that your parents sold to get rich. Your father begged me

ords as fear enveloped her. The force

winced. "Understand?" he demand

her body trembling with a m

g her. She stumbled back, catchin

ne of cold indifference. "Remember, Charlotte, you're

ly?" The words protruded from her

she could respond, a resounding slap struck her face

re question me?" he growled, his face inches from hers, his breath hot and furious. "Yo

nto her flesh. She whimpered, tears streaming down

arlotte?" he sneered. "You hav

ng her to look into his cold, menacing eyes. "You will do as you'

hroat. The defiance that had momentarily sur

wall and forcefully onto the bed. His fingers went down her pantyline, and she tried to push him away, but he was too

e the right to touch you how I want," he whi

pinned her down, and his breath was hot and oppressive against her skin. Desperat

er voice breaking. "Pl

ed in the room. "Begging won't help you, Cha

a mixture of fear and rage. This wasn't love; it was possession. She wa

to choke out, her voice tremblin

something human-regret, perhaps, or doubt. But it vanished as quickl

aid simply, as if tha

ing strength she didn't know she had, Charlotte pushed Nicholas away. He came back at her, but this time she managed to

Nicholas groaned, chasing after her. Despite

ansion, breaking free from their vicious torture. She burst through

cholas close behind. "Do you think you can escape, Cha

er cries for help. Her feet started to ache from the relentless sprint. Suddenly,

t of the car against her body, and then everyt