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“Where did I leave those damn brushes?” I mutter to myself, frustration threading through my voice. My heart pounds with the urgency of retrieving my supplies and getting out before anyone realizes I’m here.
I finally spot the familiar canvas bag, half-hidden beneath a pile of dirty rags on a nearby bench. With a sigh of relief, I quickly grab it, the weight of the supplies inside offering solace in their familiarity.
I sling it over my good shoulder, the cast on my other arm supported by the sling they gave me at the ER.
“Thought you could sneak in here without me noticing?” a gruff voice sounds from behind me.
My heart skips a beat as I turn to see Rager entering the room. His wide shoulders fill the doorway, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and a menacing grin plays across his lips. I instinctively take a step back, clutching the bag tightly to my chest.
“What do you want, Rager?” I ask, trying to mask the fear that creeps into my voice.
“Can’t I just say hello to my favorite little troublemaker?” Rager replies mockingly, his eyes narrowing as he saunters closer. God, why does he always have to be so intimidating?
I try to remain calm, steadying my breathing as I prepare myself for whatever he might say. “I’m just here for my things, and then I’ll be gone,” I say, attempting to sound confident despite the tremor in my voice.
The dim lighting casts eerie shadows on the walls, amplifying my discomfort as Rager saunters closer. His presence is a tangible force in the room, his malicious aura creeping up my spine as he approaches.
“Rebellion,” he drawls, his voice dripping with arrogance, “I’ve got some news for you.”
I glare at him defiantly, my fingers digging into the straps of my bag. “What do you want, Rager?”
“I have some good news. Control told me just this morning that I can have you,” Rager says, a sadistic smirk sliding across his face.
“Never,” I spit, my blood boiling at the thought. “I willneverallow that to happen.”
“Ah, but it’s not up to you, is it?” Rager taunts, leaning in closer. I can feel his warm breath on my cheek, making my skin crawl.
“Get away from me,” I hiss, trying to back away but finding myself trapped against the wall.
“Rebellion, we both know what your father says goes. And he wants this,” he sneers, his dark eyes filled with vicious glee.
My mind races, searching desperately for a way out of this hellish conversation. My thoughts are a whirlwind of anger and fear, swirling together into an overwhelming storm within me.
“Even if my father agrees, I don’t have to accept it,” I growl, my voice trembling with barely contained fury. “You can’t force me to be yours.”
“Watch me,” Rager whispers, his words like acid on my ears.
“Try it, and you’ll regret it,” I warn, my heart pounding in my chest. I know I have to escape this situation, but how?
“Is that a challenge?” Rager asks, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
“Take it however you want,” I reply, my voice cold and steely. “But know this: I will never be yours.”
Rager’s smirk falters for a moment. I hold my breath, praying that he won’t lash out at me.
My heart races as I glance at the door, calculating my escape. Rager’s eyes burn into me, and I know he won’t let me go without a fight. Before I can make a move, Rager’s hand shoots out, gripping my arm—the one without a cast. The stench of his sweat mingles with alcohol, making my stomach churn.
“Think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he sneers, yanking me toward him. His breath reeks of stale cigarettes as his face inches closer to mine, his lips curling into a predatory smile.
“Let me go!” I shout, trying to twist free from his grasp, but he tightens his grip, bruising my skin. Panic bubbles in my chest, my mind racing for a way out.
“Give me one good reason,” Rager challenges, trapping me against the wall, his body pressing hard against mine.
“Because I’ll scream,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart. “Everyone will hear.”
“Go ahead,” Rager dares, his grin widening. “They all know who’s in charge here.”
“Please . . .” I beg, unable to keep the tremor from my voice. I can’t let him win, can’t let him break me.
