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“I’ve missed you.”

Ugh.

“I’ve missed you so much. You’re all I thought about every day, all day!” he exclaims as he grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer before smashing his lips to mine. I keep my eyes open the entire time, looking past him to a gagged Cyrus, promising him with my gaze I have a plan. I want to squirm, to be sick, but as he pulls back, I blink like I’m just opening my eyes and force a smile to my face.

“Every day?” I repeat, pulling him closer. I fist his jacket while my other hand slides down his arm, going for the knife, not that he notices. His pupils are blown, and his lips are parted—fuck, I can even feel his hard cock. Memories begin to resurface before I push them back, but my hand shakes from the quick reminder of what he did to me.

“Save me, take me away,” I murmur, my eyes wide as I reach his hand and clutch it, but then I feel it—he has a gun in his pocket. I decide to squeeze his hand and lean up to kiss him as I reach for that instead. Using what I learned in dance—misdirection—I get the weapon.

I yank it from his pocket and step back, wiping my mouth in disgust.

“Stop playing,” he orders with a scowl and reaches for me as I aim it at him.

“Fuck you,” I snarl. “Like I would ever want you, you crazy fucking bastard. You are so desperate for me you don’t even realise how easy it is to trick you. I fucking detest you. I was holding back vomit the entire time you kissed me.”

He roars and lunges for me. The gun goes off, and he shouts but keeps coming. He knocks me to the floor and grabs my hand, slamming it into the hardwood. I yell as pain sparks through me. It’s the opening he needs. He grabs the gun and sits on top of me.

“I’ll make you mine, even if I have to kill them to do it.”

“No!” The gun smashes across my face, and everything goes black.

* * *

When I wake up, my entire head aches, as does the left side of my face and my wrists. Where am I? What happened?

It all comes back to me as a scream splits the air. My eyes open, and I blink away the crusted blood sticking my lashes together. I’m sitting upright, and I try to move, but I can’t. Looking down, I realise I’m tied to a chair like my men were. My arms are secured to the armrests, but my legs are free—he probably thought I would be too weak to use that advantage.

Another grunt fills the air, and I slowly raise and turn my head, and what I see doesn’t sink in for a moment. It’s as if my mind is protecting me from it, or it’s just in so much pain it can’t process the scene.

It’s Asher. He’s covered in blood, as is Cyrus who’s tipping his chair and snarling threats to try and stop him as the knife descends on Asher. I scream, and it stops inches above Asher’s skin. Mr. Andrews looks up, grinning maniacally. “Welcome back. You’re just in time to see me cut your boyfriend to pieces. A shame, really, since he is a very gifted artist. I have some of his work of you.”

“Don’t you dare fucking touch him!” I scream. “I’ll kill you!”

“No, you won’t. You threatened that last time, Blair. You don’t mean it, it’s just their influence over you, but once they are gone, we can be together.” He stabs the blade through Asher’s shoulder. Asher shouts behind the gag and finally passes out from his many wounds. Tears stream down my cheeks as I sob his name and kick, trying to get free, my vision blurring from the head wound.

“Ash, please, baby,” I beg. “Look at me.”

“No! Look at me!” Mr. Andrews screams and lunges for me, almost knocking me back as he waves the bloody knife in my face. “We will be together, Blair. I killed everyone for you—your stupid friends who didn’t really care for you, your mother who didn’t even like you. Do you know she found me in your room upstairs? She didn’t even care, just called you a whore and walked away. It was the wrong thing to say. But don’t worry, she can’t call you that again.”

“Please,” I implore gently this time. “Don’t take them from me. You’ve taken everything. They are all I have, I love them… Please.”

“No! You will love me!” he screams and backhands me. My vision blurs again, turning black, but I try to fight the darkness as I hear more grunting as he returns to torturing my loves.

Fuck!

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