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I blinked my eyes and only saw darkness. Wherever I was, it was pitch black. A shiver ran down my spine.
Pasta. I was cooking spaghetti.
“Come on, think,” I mumbled, though my words only sounded clear in my head. “Hello? Anyone there?” I choked out, my throat dry, mouth pasty. “Let me out.”
I felt around with my hands, trying to orient myself. I was in a small space. A closet perhaps. My heart raced.
Air, I need air.
I kicked the door, rattling it on its hinges. Then again and again.
“Anyone out there?” I yelled this time. I continued kicking, but nobody came for me. Nobody answered me.
I hated confined spaces. I needed air. Just asairentered my mind, my throat constricted, pushing me closer to a full-on panic attack. The walls were closing in, the darkness enveloping me as the air grew thicker.
I couldn’t stay in here. I had to get out, or I’d suffocate.
Somebody, please help me.
“Let me out,” I yelled again, slamming my bare foot against the door. I tried to slow my breathing, but I was terrified. I didn’t know where I was or who had taken me.
Norris, where was he?
“Let me out. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe!” Hot tears pooled in my eyes as I inhaled deep, rapid breaths. I’d beg, plead, sell my soul to the devil if he would just let me out. “I need…” I was losing the battle. “Air…”
34 Miranda
MY EYES FLASHED open. I could breathe. There was light and I felt cold. I was on a bed in my bra and panties. Drawing my knees into my chest, I curled onto my side.
What in the hell is going on?
“Mousy, you’re awake.” There was a vile curl to his lip when he appeared.
Jason. My stomach churned as he stared with a pleased expression.
“Dinner is getting cold. Put the dress on, no bra or underwear.”
I glanced at the red dress at the foot of the twin bed. Something about it made the hairs on my arms flare. After my and Will’s weird encounter in Club Rendezvous, I only wore red for him. It was the red dress I’d been wearing that night he couldn’t forget. The red dress had been our thing.
I felt sick, staring at this one on the bed. It was different from the one I’d worn at the club, but still, why did Jason want me to wear it, and why was I here?
“You’re out of your mind. Where are my clothes?” I attempted to sound in control, but I wasn’t a fool. Jason was in control.
He stalked toward me and gripped my face in his hands firmly. I yelped from pain as his fingers dug into my cheeks.
“Put the fucking dress on, Miranda. Or we’ll do this the not-so-fun way.” He lifted my face up to his and kissed me. I fought tears as he forced his disgusting tongue into my mouth and groaned. “I know it’s a perfect fit; I examined you.” He sneered down at my body, grazing his other hand over my breasts. “You’ve put on a little weight.” His hand glided over my stomach, and I shuddered. “Binge-eating after Will took Cori to Las Vegas, were you?”
I pursed my lips tightly together. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of engaging in his sick games. What did he mean he examined me? I wrapped my arms around my front protectively. I felt vulnerable and violated.
“Put the fucking dress on. You have two minutes and then I’ll do it for you.” He left the tiny room.
I quickly took in my surroundings as I blinked back tears. There was nothing in the room except a bed and a little table beside it. One small window was to the left of me but it was boarded up.
I put the dress on, but I didn’t take off my bra or panties. The man was a freaking lunatic.
What did Jason want with me? I wasn’t stupid; I knew what he wanted, which frightened the hell out of me.
Where was Norris? He was supposed to be watching me. If my bodyguard wasn’t here, was he injured?
