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In the limo, I was trapped with two men I’d never seen before, but honestly, that didn’t even matter. All I could think about was Grayson and how he stood there, doing nothing as I was kidnapped. His betrayal cut me to the core, my heart folding in on itself as I realized just how little I mattered to him.
The limo crawled through various neighborhoods, but I barely noticed. And when it came to a halt, the destination was no place I recognized.
The big, bald man hauled me out of the car and into a private courtyard in the center of an elegant-looking mansion. Another place that looked like a fairytale castle but was anything but. Somewhere in my innermost soul, I knew that no dreams could come true in a place like this.
The pitiless monster dragged me inside the castle and through another set of dizzying hallways and into a room. There, I collapsed onto a bed that had soft, fluffy pillows and a silky, cloud-like comforter. But I was numb, feeling nothing. And then, somehow, through endless tears, I fell asleep.
The nightmares were horrendous. A terrifying dream of being chased through a dark forest while monstrous eyes glowed through the darkness. Wolves howled. Bears growled. Hyenas cried out. They were all chasing me, and I fled for my life.
In the dream, my body ached. My bare feet throbbed from bolting across an uneven and slippery ground, bleeding heavily.
But now I’m awake.
My body still hurts, though. I ache everywhere, especially in my heart. Whimpering and crying with fresh tears, I lift my hand to my chest. There. Yes. It’s still there. My heart. It’s still beating, to my surprise. Thump thump. Thump thump. My heart’s not broken into a thousand pieces like I thought. It’s a miracle that this organ is in my chest and still working.
But still, my lower lip quivers with resentment. How can my body still go on when all I feel is broken?
Slowly, I sit up in the bed. Black silk sheets slither off my body and down my breasts and my stomach to pool in my lap. The air in the room is cold but my cheeks feel hot. With each blink it feels like I have sand behind my eyelids. An ocean waiting to fall down my cheeks.
My life is over.
Grayson. He betrayed me. He never loved me. He probably never even liked me. He only wanted to try out my body for free instead of paying for the privilege at the Billionaires Club auction. It was a bonus that I happened to be a virgin, and he took even that from me. I thought I was giving it away willingly to someone I was deeply attracted to, maybe even someone who loved me. But instead, it was stolen by a man who didn’t care.
Oh god! A sob bursts from my throat. My chest thuds and a sharp pain slices through my body.
Grayson. Why? Why would he do this? But I’ve already answered my own question. My face feels wet. Tears fall down my cheeks and splash on my naked breasts. Where’s the robe I wore yesterday? I look around the room in a daze. Where am I, anyways? Does it even matter?
No, it does matter. I can’t let this break me anymore. I have to care. I have to survive, if only to slap Grayson’s face when—if—I see him again. Not to mention I still have Nana and Mickey to take care of. They’re depending on me and I can’t help them if I just sit here like a zombie and let these rich assholes do whatever they want to me. The thought of my family worried sick hardens my resolve to get myself out of this mess.
I shift against the bed and the black sheets slide against my bare bottom, pussy, and thighs. They are soft but I can’t stand the way they feel. This luxury is poison. It’s the same kind of trap I fell into with Grayson.
My eyes dart around the room. Just as before, this room has every luxury. Furniture with curled arms and backs, gold painted wallpaper, and a wide mirror stretching all the way across the ceiling. An old-fashioned clock ticks away the seconds on a large dresser by the door.
Tick tock. Tick tock. It’s the sound that woke me up.
Why bother placing a clock in here? To torture me with the knowledge of time passing, knowing I’m trapped and can’t get away even I tried? Can I escape, though? Do I even have a chance?
I bite my trembling lip, trying to find even a little bit of fight in me. But the resolve leaves as quickly as it came. My body is drained. My soul is empty. My heart is broken.
“You’re awake!” a cheery voice announces. A woman appears in the suddenly open door of the bedroom. Like some of the women who took me through the process to get pretty enough for Grayson to spoil, she’s wearing spa whites. “Come on, we have to get you ready,” she says with a big smile. Her round blue eyes sparkle and her sturdy body reminds me of an East German swimmer circa the 1980’s. But her face is open and kind.
