Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Oh my God. Let me go.” He drags me off as if I weigh nothing. Suddenly I can’t move my body, as if I’ve lost control of it. What the hell happened to me, and where is my security? I heard the commotion in the quad, but I’d been almost to the main doors of the building to my next class when it happened.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” The world around me spins, and everything moves at lightning speed.
“You’ll see.”
“Oh my God, it’s you.”
I haven’t seen him since I ran away two years ago, but he looks so different. It’s like he’s done something to his face. “Yes it’s me. I look a little different, don’t I?” I don’t say anything, but my silence is all he needs to continue. “You have your fucking filthy-ass brother to thank for that. I should give you what you deserve, but just looking at you makes me fucking sick.”
He makes a gagging sound, then clears his throat. “I want to destroy your entire family. Killing you would accomplish that nicely, but I wouldn’t get enough joy out of that. I want you to witness their deaths before you die.” He tries to laugh maniacally, but it comes out weakly because his voice cracks. I don’t know what the hell happened to him, but he clearly is messed up and he wants his revenge.
I close my eyes and pray that my family realizes that I’m missing. There was an incident at school when he grabbed me. What if my guards were harmed in the process?
“Don’t go praying that someone is going to save you,” he sneers, grabbing my face roughly before shoving me down on the cold floor. I’m not sure where he’s taken me, but there’s not a lot of light or exits in the room. The walls are made of stone, and the floor is cold. My heart’s racing as I think about my trackers. My engagement ring is gone, and I know Miles had one in there for my safety and one for the ring in case it was lost. Still, my dad made sure I had several on me.
I’m in my clothes, but my shoes and bracelets are gone. The bastards are smarter than they look, but I have a chip in my thigh. All my father has to do is track it. Hopefully it still works and can track me.
“What does it matter if you’re going to kill me anyway?” I’m not sure why I’m goading a madman.
“It doesn’t, but I left a mess at the school. I’m not going to just make it easy for them to find you. Your dad, your mother, and your brothers will all pay for what they did to me. Just because you’re a little fucking prude. You weren’t that damn special. Just another dumb little spoiled princess and everyone thought you were protected by some rich thug. Ha.” He shakes his head, smiling to himself like he has his own little private joke. “That’s funny. He couldn’t protect you from me because he’s too busy. You’re not that important to him, not even a bit. He’s probably chasing some whore at his hotel. By the time they realize you’re gone, they’re not going to know where to find you.”
“You’re the sick one—so damn twisted. I can’t believe you found me. I can’t believe you’re even here. I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry for whatever they did, but this has nothing to do with me.”
He tilts his head in a demented manner with his eyes turning cold and full of fury. “It has everything to do with you. This is all your fucking fault, you stupid bitch,” he screams so violently that spit shoots from his crooked jaw. I swipe it away from my face.
“You’re one of those guys who pretend to be one thing, but you’re really not. I made the mistake of even thinking that you were nice.”
“Wah, wah, wah, you are such a whiny little bitch. Especially since you gave your pussy up to a man who is far from nice.”
“I don’t care what you have to say about Miles because it’s a lie, and anything that you say or do from now on holds no weight with me. You’re holding me captive, and you physically abused me, therefore nothing that comes out of your mouth has any value. My daddy always told me that a man that hits a woman isn’t a man, so I don’t care what you have to say about my family or my fiancé. Do your best because I’ve seen you, and you are the worst.”
He grows angrier and then his fist comes down one more time. The room spins for a brief moment, and then I hear other voices. “Please be help,” I whisper.