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I look at the metal seat directly in front of me. Next to it are sharp blades that god only knows what Harvey will use for. He drops his hand from my hair, pushing me toward the seat.
Maybe I can distract him long enough to grab a blade without him noticing. That might give me a chance at fighting him off. Harvey isn’t a small guy. He’s about the same height as Rian—fucking tall—with a muscular body and at least sixty pounds on me. The only way I’ll be able to take him out is if he’s distracted or caught off guard somehow.I really should’ve taken the guys up on those training sessions when I had the chance.
A loud ringing echoes through the room, causing me to jump before I plop down in the chair. I shiver at the freezing metal beneath my ass. This room is as cold as a meat locker, and the hooks and chains hanging down with cuffs attached remind more and more of one.
This looks like a scene straight out of one of the horror films that Lya makes us watch and Thiago whines about. The fluorescent lights flicker and there’s a constant buzzing noise in the air. The concrete walls are painted a dark charcoal grey.
Keeping his eyes trained on me, Harvey pulls out his ringing phone and answers the call. After a few seconds, he lets out a loud chuckle. “Well, well, well. I should’ve put a bullet through your head when I had the chance.”
Who is he talking to?
“On second thought, it’ll be fun ruining her, knowing that you’ll be thinking about it. I’ll make her take my dick so many times in all her different holes. She won’t be the same girl when I’m done with her. Hell, she probably won’t even want you when I’m done—that is, if she survives. She’s going to love taking every inch of my cock,” he threatens.
Wait.Is he talking about me? If he’s saying that, it must be Greyson on the phone. That means he made it out of the warehouse alive.
Shit. Is it actually him though? Maybe Harvey’s talking about someone else?I’m sure he has a lot of enemies, so he could easily be talking about someone else's girl.
But if that’s Greyson, did Lya and the guys make it out? Are they okay?My head swirls with a million questions and a tiny bit of hope.
My entire body is at war with itself. Relief floods through me now that I know—or at least feel like I know—that Greyson is alive. But I’m also wracked with terror at what Harvey just said he’s going to do to me.
I’m sitting frozen, waiting for him to turn around or take his eyes off of me so I can grab a knife, but he’s staring at me so intently, he’s practically burrowing a hole into my skull. He ends the call without another word, and slips the phone back into his pocket.
“Now where were we? Ahh yes, I was about to have my way with you. Hmm, where should we start?” He glances at the chains and the knife, then gives a beaming smile. “I do love the color of blood. It’ll look beautiful painted across your creamy pale skin.”
He reaches for a small blade that looks sharp as hell. I wriggle in the chair, feeling panic boiling beneath my skin. If I try to get up now, he’ll stab me, but I can’t just let him cut me up either. Wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, I leave my hands there, squeezing my knees, trying to calm myself.
He scrapes the blade across my neck and I lean back in the chair as far as I can so he doesn’t pierce my skin. He circles behind me with it still against my skin. He nuzzles his head into my hair, taking a deep breath in.
“You smell delicious. I can’t wait to get a taste of you for myself.” He licks up the column of my neck like he did earlier, making me cringe and shift away from him as far as I can. Grabbing my hair, he pulls my neck to the side, exposing it further for him.
“This hair. This gorgeous, soft hair. I’m sure it would feel great wrapped around my fist as I slam my cock into your ass from behind. Too bad—for you—it’s your fear that really gets me hard.”
He quickly slides the blade away from my throat, pressing his left elbow into my shoulder blade and holding my ponytail tight with his left hand, violently jerking my head back. I try to pull it free but it’s no use. He’s holding my hair so tight, it’s sending sharp pains through my scalp. Before I know it, I feel what seems like sawing motions vibrating through my head, and out of the very corner of my eye, I see strands of hair falling to the ground.Hair. That’s my hair.
I try to rip my head out from his grasp, but he keeps it locked in place with his elbow. The more I struggle, the harder he presses into me. I bring my hand back and try to hit his face, but I miss from this angle.
“Oh little mouse, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He grinds his elbow even more brutally against me, making me wince. It’s no use. I have to take this and deal with it later. I go back to gripping my knees, waiting for this to be over.
“Stop. Please, Harvey, stop,” I plead, but it’s too late. He releases what's left of my ponytail as large chunks of my hair fall around me. I have no idea how much is left, but from what I see around me, it can’t be much.
My body’s shaking now. Rationally, I know my hair will grow back.If I get out of here alive. But it’s something that always made me feel secure. Something that was mine, that made me feel beautiful. Something that I wholly possessed myself, and now he’s taken that from me too.
Harvey moves back in front of me, trailing the knife down my arm.
“Looks like I can still make you shake in your boots, little mouse.” He’s grinning and chuckling maniacally. In one quick motion, he suddenly slams the blade down into one of my hands, which are both still squeezing my legs.
“Fuck! What the hell, motherfucker!” Pain is coursing through me. I can’t believe he actually did that.Shit, it hurts so bad.Tears are streaming down my face, but I try to remain strong. The blade’s still sitting in my hand as he adds more pressure, twisting as he digs it in deeper. I feel it go right through my hand, piercing the upper layers of my thigh.
“Oops. The blade slipped. Better remove that.” He aggressively rips it out of my hand, forcing a scream to tear from my lungs. I pull my hand to my chest and try to stop the blood from gushing out of it, but it keeps coming, soaking into my shirt.
“You’re sick. Disgusting.” I’m seething with anger right now.
“You’re just realizing this now? I might be sick, honey, but this sickness has made me rich, powerful, and unstoppable. There’s nothing that you nor your precious Greyson can do to stop me.”
That’s the last straw. As quick as I can, I push out of the chair and throw a punch at his face with my good hand. His head snaps back, and I see the blade fall from his grip as he stumbles backwards, surprised.
He lets out a low growl. “Big mistake.”
