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The twitching in my eye turned into a beating drum, and a tick started in my shoulder as my body began to succumb to my mind.
I knew he was doing this on purpose. It didn’t make it any easier because this was the way my brain was wired.
A long, high-pitched squeal of the prongs of the fork dragging across his plate was what caused me to snap. I shot up off the bed like I was on fire.
I was. Only, I was the only one who could see and feel the flames.
My skin felt hot, my limbs shook, and the throbbing in my head increased when I stood. The feeling of bugs crawling over the back of my scalp wracked me with a full-body shiver, and I reached up to smack them away.
Only, that crawly, itchy feeling wasn’t bugs. The red staining my fingertips told me it was trickling blood.
I stood there for long moments, a roaring sound between my ears blocking out everything else as I stared at the bright-red blood coating my fingers, making me look like a crime scene.
My eyelid twitched again. A nervous tick forced my head and shoulder together with a jolt.
“Ah, you’re awake,” John McClaren—aka my sperm donor—mused. He tossed the utensils onto the room service plate and picked up a cloth napkin to pat the corners of his mouth.
What a douchebag.
Forcing my eyes away from him, I noted the three men standing around in suits. Two of them were the guys who’d grabbed me at the station and brought me here. They stood against the wall near the TV.
The other was standing closer to the door and was the biggest of the three. His black suit jacket looked like it was hanging on by mere threads around his bulging biceps. His muscle didn’t intimidate me, though. There were far worse things than physical strength.
As if he could read my thoughts, or perhaps he was bothered I wasn’t giving him my undivided attention, McClaren lifted the silver dome that had likely covered his plate and smacked the outside of it with his knife.
The struck metal created a deep, resonant sound. It was like a bell the way it rang the wobbly wow-wow-wow sound sort of like a tidal wave crashing over the room.
Already at max capacity, I slammed my hands over my ears and bent at the waist. Eyes watering, I stared at my feet.
Fight-or-flight erupted like a volcano, and I realized I didn’t have to be here. I was not five. I was not trapped here at this man’s mercy. I was a grown adult with my own life, my own faculties, capable of making independent decisions.
I ran for the door, my eyes fixated on the locks and chain bolted across the frame like they were the only thing in my way.
My feet left the ground as I was wrenched backward, the guy with bulging biceps attempting to use his strength against me. I might not have been as big as him, but I had muscle mass of my own and was extremely motivated to get the hell out.
I twisted and fought, slamming my elbow into his ribs. Breath whooshed out of him with a grunt, and then I slammed my head back into his face. The pain caused black spots to swim before my eyes and what I could see to tilt on its side.
He let me go, and I fell onto the floor on my knees but didn’t stay down, scrambling for the door again.
A hand caught the back of my shirt, a ripping sound filling my ears.
“Nooo!” I wailed.
The brush of air over my back made me sob deep in my throat. This asshole just ripped my shirt. Arsen’s shirt.
I sagged, and the beefy bodyguard tossed me against the wall where my shoulders hit and I slumped. He came forward and grabbed my chin, forcing my face up. “You little fucking shit.”
His nose was bleeding, and it wasn’t from the wound in my head but from a new wound caused when I headbutted him.
My chest was heaving, and his fingers on my chin made my skin crawl. In a burst of movement, I brought up my knee, smashing it into his balls. Stumbling back, he bent at the waist, and I advanced on him, untamed anger rolling through me in a rage I hadn’t felt in so long.
It scared me. It scared me so much because when I got like this, I turned unhinged.
The bodyguard was still clutching his balls, and I sneered. “All those muscles didn’t help your sack, did they? I still managed to drop you in seconds.”
He let out an angry sound and shot up, leaping at me. My fist + his momentum = a punch that knocked him onto the bed.
The other two men who’d been standing there in shock rushed me. I could do some damage to them too, but all I wanted was to get away.
