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That’s when I remembered the text I’d sent Eth.I need space.
They probably thought I ran. They probably weren’t looking for me at all.
How the hell am I going to get out of this mess now?
Dragging myself to standing, I leaned against the wall as my body protested angrily. My ribs hurt from the exertion as if they’d taken a hit and when I tried to walk, my hip was so painful I couldn’t bear any weight on it. Knowing I was too injured to make a run for it, I whispered a prayer to the universe to help me find a way out of wherever I was, so I could tell my husbands how much I loved them.
I must have slept on and off because the light in the room had changed. My head felt fuzzy, making me question whether whoever had brought me here put something in the food or the water. Despite the spaced out feeling filling my head, I tried to piece any memory I could find together. The lake. Something over my mouth. A face. Digging my fingers into their face and ripping, which probably explained the blood and damage to my fingernails. Whatever had happened, I thought I’d put up a good fight, which was why I hurt so much. I remembered a man, voices, definitely more than one person involved in all this… whateverthiswas. Although I couldn’t remember details, I shuddered as the hidden memories tried to break through into my conscious mind.
The problem with being alone with no way to tell time was you had no idea how long had passed. It felt like I’d been in here forever.
Food and water would appear in the doorway while I slept, so someone was obviously keeping an eye on me. There was no bathroom, I was still wearing the same clothes, and my stomach growled angrily at me to highlight that I’d probably been in here for longer than I realized. All while I tried to ignore the food and drink, I was sure was drugged, because even a small mouthful sent me to sleep.
I wondered whether Grayson and Eth were missing me. Had they realized this was more than an angry wife needing some space?Why the hell had I sent that message? What if they thought I’d left them?I rubbed my hand over my heart, missing them so much it hurt more than my hip.
I’d been tracking the light through the tiny high up window and guessed I’d been in here for four days, although who knew how much time had passed before I started paying attention. I stank. Gray’s hoodie was crusty, and my leggings chaffed my thighs because I didn’t have a toilet or a place to wash. My curls were greasy, and my throat hurt from barely drinking or eating anything. I felt weak. Sore, weak, and anxious because I didn’t know who I was fighting, what they wanted from me, or how long they were planning on keeping me here.
I closed my eyes and let my breathing slow, pretending to be asleep. Even though my body stilled, my mind whirled, desperate to know who was bringing me food each day. I didn’t know how long I stayed like that, but eventually, I was rewarded as I heard the door unlock and heavy footsteps enter the room. My heart raced but I maintained those long deep breaths so whoever it was wouldn’t realize I was awake.
I felt fingers in my hair, as they sighed. “You need to eat Ivy. You need to look after yourself. I know this isn’t ideal, but it’s necessary. I needed to save you from those monsters. I know what they did to you.”
My skin prickled as I listened to his strange accent. English with a hint of something else mixed in.
Stupidly, I opened my eye a tiny amount to see more of him, thinking he wouldn’t notice, but he did.
“You’re not supposed to see me,” he screamed. “That was her one rule. It’s why I’ve been drugging you. It’s why I locked you in here in the first place. You shouldn’t have done that.” He grabbed my arm with so much force I cried out, as he pulled me up from where I sat on the floor, spinning me and slamming my chest against the wall. He pressed against my back so I couldn’t move, and I tried to pretend I didn’t feel the hard swell of his cock against my ass. Dragging a cloth bag over my head, he stepped back from me, pressing something sharp against my throat. His breath was hot and heavy against my neck as he stilled for a moment, forcing himself painfully against me.
“Please, you don’t have to do this. I don’t know what I’ve done, but please, let me go.”
“Stupid bitch. Why couldn’t you have just drunk and eaten the food I brought you? Why did you have to open your eyes?”
“I didn’t see you. I really didn’t. I won’t tell anyone who you are if you just let me go.”
“Shut up. Don’t say another fucking word.” He pressed whatever he had against my neck harder, making my skin burn. I swallowed down a cry when I realized it was a knife and right now, he was cutting into my skin with it. “Do you understand me now? Speak, make a noise, breathe too loudly and I will slit your throat.”
I didn’t answer, too scared to speak.
“Do you understand?” he yelled.
“Yes,” I whimpered, trying to withhold my sobs.
He began fidgeting, his grip on me loosening slightly and I wondered if I could push him off and get away, but before I could even think about it, his body was crushing me again, making my ribs burn with the pressure of his chest.
“It’s me. She saw my face. What do you want me to do?” I heard him say, obviously talking to someone on the phone.
Silence.
“Fine. I will bring her to you… I know. No more mistakes. It’s done.”
“I didn’t see you,” I whispered out.
“Well, the least I can do is make sure you’ve seen my face, so killing you is worth it.” Turning me slower this time, he pushed my back against the wall and tore the bag from my head.
I gasped as I was met with the face of a young man. Deep red scratches stretched down the left hand side of his face, where I’d obviously tried to fight him off. He couldn’t have been any older than twenty. Bright blue eyes, fair hair, tall, toned, dressed like a middle aged man off for lunch at the golf club and not someone kidnapping women.
“What have I ever done to you?” I cried.
“You’re a dirty whore who has brought shame on the sanctity of marriage.”
