Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“I can’t have you running from me,” he murmurs, reaching down to swipe a strand of wet hair from my face. “You’re mine now, why can’t you understand that?”
He drugged me?
“F-f-f-fuck you,” I manage, before my words feel too slurred to escape.
“You did this to yourself.”
He knows how much I didn’t want to be drugged, and he did it anyway.
He is fighting for control, resisting the urge to give in to me because I know part of him wants to.
There is a little good in Marek, and the closer I get to finding it, the more he pushes me away.
He’ll pay for this.
I’m done doing things the right way.
It’s time for me to step things up a notch.
For both our sakes.
MY MIND FEELS AS THOUGH it’s in a vice, like I can’t take the furious, gripping steel arms off my brain. They’re squeezing, suffocating me, sending me into a wild frenzy. I twist and turn, scream into nothingness, but nobody helps me. It’s like this for days. In and out I go, blacking out, coming to, until finally the fog clears, and I manage to open my eyes for longer than a few seconds.
I’m in the bunker, my hands tied down by my sides.
The very second I realize that I’m restrained, I scream.
Thrashing my head from side to side, I bellow until the door opens and Marek steps into the room. Walking over to the side of my bed, he stares down at me, and then he opens his palm to reveal a pill. No. No. I can’t take anymore, I won’t take anymore. I hate being drugged, and I despise having no control over my body when I’m like this. He’s punishing me, for not obeying his every command and if I don’t give in, he’ll keep me in this state until I do.
I can’t escape in this state.
“Please don’t,” I beg, shaking my head. “Marek...”
“You refuse to do as I’m asking, Ellie Mae.”
Tears burst forth and roll down my cheeks. “I’ll do it,” I croak. “Whatever you want. Please, don’t drug me any further. I’ll obey you. I’ll dance. I’ll do all of it.”
My voice is frantic by the end, rising so high it sounds almost fake with its pitch.
Lowering his hand, Marek smiles at me. “I told you,” He leans down, brushing his lips over my cheek, “you would yield.”
I turn my face away.
I might be yielding, but it’s only because right now I have no other choice.
Soon, I’ll have my mind back and when I do, I’m going to kill Marek.
I will not live this life forever.
If he won’t do it my way, then he leaves me with only one choice – take his life.
I might have failed the first time, I won’t now.
I can put on a show so epic, he’ll think he has me right where he wants me but he’ll quickly learn that messing with me, was the wrong choice.
“If I untie you, are you going to do as I ask?”
His voice is smooth, his breath tickling my ear.
I nod.
He unties me and pulls me into a sitting position. My head swims and I’m forced to take hold of his arm to stop myself from falling back down. My head drops forward, landing on his chest, and for a small, perfect second, it almost seems like he’s holding me. I hate my drugged mind, because it likes to trick me into thinking this is something it isn’t. This man will never care for me, and he’ll never give me what I want.
He just wants me to think he will.
Still, I take a small moment to enjoy the feeling of his chest against my forehead, or the way his fingers glide up my back, seemingly to comfort me but we both know that’s not what he’s doing. To him, it’s like petting a dog that has been so badly abused, it finally gives in. He is relishing in the power of having me sink down to the level he wanted me.
“Drink,” he orders, pushing me back and handing me a bottle of water.
I take it, willingly drinking as much as I can handle. I want these drugs out of my body as quickly as possible.
Putting the bottle down, I shift away as much as my body will allow. Marek watches me, those intense blue eyes following my every movement, then, he pulls out a phone and hands it to me.
“Call your family.”
I blink, confused.
“What?”
“Call your family. Show me you’re loyal to me. Tell them you’re okay, that you left with me willingly and everything in the papers is a lie. They’re powerful and will tell every media outlet just to create fame for themselves. If you ever want the chance to go home, then you’ll do as I’m asking.”
“They’ll track your phone,” I say, my voice bitter.