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“Wrong answer.” He releases me with a shove and I fall back on to my elbows.
My heart hammers at the dark promise in his voice, and I hold my breath, waiting for his next move.
Is he going to punish me?
Spank me?
I hate how my thighs throb at that thought. Screw that and screw him. I’m getting out of here the first chance I get.
It may take me a day or two, or however long it does, but it’s not like Jonathan will remain by my side for eternity.
He’s a workaholic. Come morning, I have no doubt he’ll piss off to screw more lives over. That will be my chance to escape.
Jonathan stands in front of my bed, his monster mask back on as he slips a hand in his pocket. “You’ll remain in this room until you talk.”
“W-what?”
“You’re the one who’ll choose if it’ll be hours, days, or weeks.” He tilts his head to the side. “Or even months.”
“You can’t lock me in. That’s kidnapping!”
“If that’s what you want to label it.” He turns to leave but stops and throws over his shoulder, “And don’t try to jump from the balcony again. I have my security surrounding the perimeter.”
“You can’t keep me here, Jonathan!”
“Then fucking talk.” His threatening tone slams into me and remains behind him as the do
or closes.
That’s when I hear it. The sound of my freedom being stripped away.
The sound of a lock.
Shit. Fuck.
I run to the door and test the doorknob, and sure enough, it’s locked.
After kicking it, I jog over to the balcony where the sheet rope is still hanging, and sure enough, two buff men dressed in black stand there.
My legs fail me, and I slip to a sitting position. Two realisations hit me at once.
One. I failed the only escape I could’ve had from here, because now that Jonathan knows of my intentions, he’ll make sure I never have the chance to repeat it.
Two. I have a weird sensation that I’m reliving Alicia’s fate all over again.
8
Aurora
I don’t sleep for the entire night.
I can’t.
It’s like I’ve been pushed back to eleven years ago, to those safe houses and in police custody. My body is scratched and my existence is humiliated.
Back then, I couldn’t sleep much, and now, it’s the same.
Survival is a bitch.
