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Raising my eyes, I gaze through the tree outside my window and into the dark room in the house directly across from me.
He’s here.
He’s in Weston.
Dylan
“You will sweat in this house…”
I open my eyes, drawing in a lungful of morning air. Warm breath still tickles my ear, my T-shirt clings to my body and the words drift up, up, up, and through the billowing curtains.
It sounded so real. I touch under my ear, my skin just slightly damp as the ceiling comes into view above me.
But I can’t move. I don’t want to. I close my eyes again, thoughts sailing in and floating out just as quickly.
It’s morning…
There’s light…
A breeze blows through the room…
Did I leave the window open last night?
The world tilts behind my eyes, and my heart flutters a little, feeling like I’m on a roller coaster. Just for a second.
Hunter’s in Weston. That’s how he knew I was traded here. He was on the docks or something, watching.
That’s who was blowing up Farrow’s phone last night in the truck. Hunter saw me taken as a hostage, and either he didn’t like it, or he told Farrow where to house me. Or both. It didn’t seem like this house was the plan until they found out it was me coming, and it definitely sounded like Hunter didn’t want me here.
I feel a smile pull at the corners of my mouth, my eyes still closed.
You’re not alone in that house.
What did he mean?
Will something happen to me?
Will they try to lock me in a trunk and push me over the side of the bridge, just like what everyone believes happened to the other Pirate girl who came here?
Will they feed me drinks and see what I do? Maybe post it online?
Will they get me to do something that gets me arrested? Will I have to run and hide in Carnival Tower?
I open my eyes, watching the shadows of the leaves on the tree outside dance across the ceiling.
Will I resist all of it or happily ask for more of some of it?
Will the nights be long? Will my bed always be this warm?
Will I scream?
Will they scare me?
You will sweat in this house…
My T-shirt grazes the sensitive flesh on my chest, and the points of my breasts harden. I close my eyes again and arch my back off the bed, drawing in another lungful of air and feeling the muscles in my body burn with the stretch.
My head swims, heat builds down low, and I press my arms close to my body, pushing my breasts together and feeling them chafe against my T-shirt.
