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“Oh, Patrice. Do you really think you can smear my name on a podcast and TikTok and get away with it? Un-fucking-likely.”
“What do you want?” I’m surprised my voice sounds as confident as it does, given how fast my heart is racing right now.
“I’m so glad you asked, Patty.” She smiles wide, her smoke-stained teeth off-putting to her make-up-clad face. “I wantyouto pay. You took my husband away from me. Now you have ruined my lucrative business of whoring homeless girls out and making illicit movies. So now, I’ve come to collect.”
I’m not sure what she means by collect, but I know I need to get the fuck away from her, like now.
I dart to my left, rounding the kitchen counter before stabbing pain shoots through my skull, and I fly backwards, crashing to the floor. Julie leaps on me, some strands of my long dark hair in her grip as she swings her fist at my face. I try to block her blows, but some make it past my hands, and I realise I need to try to get away or fight back. This crazy woman is going to kill me.
Balling my fist, I scream as hers makes contact with my cheek, and I drive mine into her temple. It must have been a good hit because she tumbles off me, and I use her distraction to scramble up and bolt towards the passage that leads to the front door.
I only make it a few steps before a body crashes into me, tackling me to the floor. My head slams hard on the tiles, and darkness rims my vision as I’m flipped over, and hands wrap around my throat. I try to think past the haze. What do I do?
I’ve watched a heap of TikTok’s about self-defence, yet in this moment, I can’t fucking think. I need to get her off me. I need to remove her hands from my throat.
A memory seeps in, and I react, slipping my hands up to my chest, and I shove them up and out quickly, breaking her connection with my neck. The action makes her fall forward, and I move quickly to the side, rolling myself on top of her this time. Then I scream and punch.
I swing my fists over and over, landing hits wherever I can, wanting Julie to pay for everything she has done.
It’s too late when I realise we aren’t alone.
The rustle of clothing behind me is all I hear before a hand holding a cloth cups my mouth and nose. I try to scream as an arm wraps around me from behind. Instead, I gasp, which is the wrong fucking thing to do as the strong chemical scent wafts up my nose and down my throat, and darkness rushes towards me, holding me prisoner.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rhys
Darkness swirls through my head, sucking me into a black hole of nothingness. I should probably stay there in that darkness, but this Vicious Kitten isn’t willing to give up. So I fight the darkness, reaching for the faint glow of light in the distance. It rushes at me, jostling me, sounds loud and distorted before the darkness sucks me back in.
This happens over and over. The jostling. The loud, distorted sounds. The darkness.
I fight against my body, demanding it to function so I can figure out what the fuck is going on, and as the light comes at me again, I internally scream at myself to hold my eyes open. They are heavy, making it hard to keep them apart. I can feel my eyes roll back, but I blink, fighting to wake the fuck up. The jostling is back and feels real. My body moves in jarring motions, confusing me because I’m pretty sure I can’t move.
I blink over and over, willing my sight to return. For the blur to clear. Sounds start filtering in. They are familiar sounds, yet I can’t make my brain connect the dots. The jostling sensation turns almost rhythmic, and I focus on it, wondering why I can’t feel my limbs. I stretch my senses out, trying to find my arms and legs. Their presence is hovering just out of reach, but I know they are there.
“Fuck yes.”
A voice! I hear a voice! It’s familiar. It’s male. I just can’t figure out who it belongs to.
“Get this angle.”
The deep voice speaks again, and I blink again.
Fuckingsee,damn it!
The rhythmic jostling seems to speed up, and I hear a grunt.
Like a kick to my head, my brain, eyes and body all wake the fuck up at once.
No!
The first thing I recognise is the full feeling of being fucked. The second thing is remembering who owns that fucking voice. And the third thing is the sight of Master Hill looming over me while he fucks me.
“Stop!” I scream, trying to move my arms and legs, but I can’t. They are restrained, just like the night at the Feast.
“Welcome to the party, Patty.”
My eyes dart to the side to see Julie holding a camera, her brown gaze wild with excitement.
