Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
It may be now or never.
“I’m sorry…” I sighed and wrapped my fingers around the handle.
“For what, Ms.--” Before she had a chance to finish my name, I grabbed her hair and pressed the scalpel to her neck. Fear flooded her eyes immediately. “Wait--please!”
“I’m not going to kill you.” I gritted my teeth and made sure she felt the tip of the blade. “If you do exactly what I say.”
“Please don’t hurt me!” The fear turned to absolute terror--I knew that look, but I didn’t know how to beg anymore.
“Take off your clothes.” I narrowed my eyes. “Now!”
“Yes ma’am…” Tears flooded her eyes and she started trying to undress with the scalpel pressed to her neck.
I didn’t know how much time I had, but every second was critical. As soon as the maid stripped off her uniform, I carefully cut strips off the dress I was wearing without letting go of her hair. She willingly gave me her arms so I could tie them and didn’t protest when I gagged her.
“Get in bed.” I motioned to it and she complied.
I covered her with the blanket. Would it work? I had no idea. I just wanted to give the illusion I was in my room if anyone opened the door. I put on the maid’s clothes and while I was a size smaller than her, they still fit well enough for me to walk through the mansion without looking out of place. I rolled my cart outside and kept my head down. I assumed Winter had cameras--not in my room like Devlin did if nobody came running the instant I attacked the maid.
This looks like it may be more complicated than I realized.
There were a number of workers in Sloane Manor and two guys by the front door. I definitely wasn’t going out that way, but there had to be a way for the staff to come and go--a back entrance--a door in the kitchen--something. I just didn’t know how to get there. I cursed myself for not asking the maid for directions as I pushed the cart down the hallway.
She had to get this cart to this floor somehow. An elevator? Probably not in plain view--not for someone as conceited as Winter.
I started checking rooms and eventually found what I was looking for--a room with a closed door that was most empty except for some cleaning supplies and a small service elevator. I pulled the cart into the elevator and hit the button for the bottom floor. I prayed I wouldn’t step off in front of people who would sound the alarm, but it seemed like the only option I had.
I barely drew a breath when I got to the bottom floor, and when the doors opened, I saw an empty hallway. A long sigh of relief escaped my lips as I ditched the cart and moved towards the only source of commotion I heard. There was a back door, just as I thought, but there were several workers that were sure to notice me. The best option I had was to lay low and wait for it to thin out some--hopefully before the maid that I tied up was discovered.
Fuck, there are way too many people here…
I saw a maid walking towards me, so I ducked into a side room. A second later, someone else walked by. I needed to find another part of the house to hide in until I could make a break for it. I quickly moved down the hallway and suddenly--my attention was drawn to someone--Winter’s voice, followed by Connor’s voice. They were talking about me. I pressed myself flat against the wall and scooted closer to the source of the conversation--a room that looked like an office. I found a vantage point where I could see them without them noticing me.
“Mistress, I can’t thank you enough for this gift.” Connor’s smile was so big--almost comical. “Violet is finally going to be mine--all mine.”
“Ours.” Winter corrected him. “You’ll get to have your fun, but your property is my property--never forget that.”
“Of course, Mistress.” Connor nodded. “It’s hard not to be excited.”
“Sweet boy.” Winter walked up and put her hand on his cheek. “I promised you that you would have her if you did what I said--I always make sure my sweet little boys get what they want.”
“You’re so good to me, Mommy.” He bent forward and leaned his head against her hand, then he began to coo like a child. “I waited so long… I resisted for so long…”
“You never take until it belongs to you.” She kissed his forehead. “The pieces had to fall into place before we could make this move. Now they have…”
“Anything for you, Mistress.” He let out a sound that was almost babyish. “You’re the best Mommy ever.”
These people need serious help, but I’m not a therapist. I just need to find a way out of here…