𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔡, 𝔞𝔫𝔡

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ng a few times, I notice the ceiling isn't familiar at all. Propping myself u

fuck is t

a water fountain being the view in front of me through floor to ceiling high windows. The lig

ent, and I absolutely do

y hair, shutting my eye

back in like a

ng grabbed from behind, smellin

fuck,

's Da

rists are itching, and there are red marks

I don't even have anything o

nd stepping into the fancy patio. It's dark outside, and it's cool. Droplet

tmare, but a dream. I'm not e

e now, she'd punc

don't have to sho

d be terrified. You shou

ation somewhere an

a deep voice cal

t. He looks hideous now. And dangerous. And I'm pretty sure he has a gun i

an still

et fall from there." He points behind me, prompting me to turn. It's a grass hedge-a fence or something, a

will behave, woman. As long as you do,

ck in, "Why am I here?" I have no idea w

ions," he bli

"Where's Daniel?"

. He wasn't brave though. Said he had nothing to do with

real. But I can't believe it

oke?" I fire, lungin

he repeats, drilling a glare at me. Then with a smirk he continues, "Zeke will enjoy breaking you. He'll

r my cheeks where I'm sure I'll have red prints. I let out a little groan but it doesn't

h, feeling my bod

? And what

need to get the f

teps inside is in her late forties, her sharp eyes raking over me like I'm something

n't help me. But what can I do except

'll show up at my apartment. Daisy will tell her I ne

will I have to drag you?" H

lking briskly to her with my head dow

ands are rough as she shoves me down onto the chair in front of the dressing table. "I don't see why Elio thin

peat, my voice

Where did that father of yours stick you? You l

My mother never told me about my father. I n

my father is?"

across my scalp. "You talk too much, girl," she snaps. Then, with a huff,

that makes my hands shake. Red. Short. A sli

n't

itated. "Hurry up! You don

abs my shirt, yanking at it. Ins

inst skin. The sting explodes across my cheek, sharp,

hiss, my voice s

marvel. Someone with a spine! To

chill me t

m her head against the wall until it cracks apart. But I don't. I gri

e her work. She tilts her head, running a finger through my h

h the fury clawi

y arm. Her

ashing yet another water fountain. The floor is marble, polished. The walls hig

't believe

ore she knocks at a do

on one of the leather couches. But it is the man behind the table who catches my attention. He has his back to me, but something about th

art t

t he's the trou

s, getting to his feet. He has a pleased

vealing a face that

uy I fucked in the hospital washroom eight years ago. Only he looks a lot more... dangerou

that travels to the side of his chiselled, hard jaw. He leans forward on his elbows, watching me

t," he says, his voice deeper than I rem

w-the nervous edge in the way

ht I'd see again. But here he is. And he had me abd

e man who's been standing this whole time by his side clasps his hands behind

patiently. "Yes, Don. She's the one h

ke the way he looks at me. Like I'm something he owns. "And sh

your wife, after all. She's yours to harm and torture. I

hen he stops, towering over me. I strain my neck from looking at him, refusing to break contact. When he reaches up to to

ering forward to answer, "She's so fair.

forget? You slapped me. And

now that from the way his eyes slightl

, I watch her swallow hard

gh admissio

voice has a dangerous edge when he says, "You should

hakes his head profusely, pleading, "It

eaching into his pocket and retrieving a gun. He clicks the trigger and

floor, stillin

t a yelp, and fa

ing silence in my ears as my eyes meet Zeke's

fu