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A note that Ghost hadn’t seen. So after her nightly injection, she had decided to risk it. With trembling hands, she donned a vibrant red chemise and instructed Ghost to take her to her husband.
Now all she had to do was get in. Pretend to change her mind and get out all before he returned. And no one would be any wiser.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped towards the door.
Catching her arm. Ghost met her eyes. “Once you’re in there, I can’t get to you.”
“I need to do this,” Talia repeated
“Dont drink his blood.” The words were whispered in a rush.
Nodding, Talia stepped out of her grip. Before pressing open the twin black door to his chambers.
Swinging automatically closed behind her. She resisted jumping as the dim lights that lined the walls lit at her movement.
Erotic black and white photos covered the walls of the room. The colossal king bed was surrounded by curtains that fell from the ceiling.
The silk sheets were a brilliant red behind the curtain of black. A dark, seductive promise of taboo. Her heart beating loud she moved further into the room.
An array of sex toys stood proudly displayed in a glass case near the bed.
A soft fire flickering in the fireplace with an empty leather arm chair placed to the side of it.
But it was the phone on a small side table that made her heart leap.
Hurrying over, her hands trembling as she picked it up. Giving a half gasp of relief as she heard the clear dial tone.
Talia’s heart raced as she dialed her grandmother’s number, and she strained to hear the sound of her voice on the other end.
Heart pounding as it rang.
“Talia!”
At her grandmother’s voice, Talia’s legs gave out. Sinking into the armchair, she tried to remember how to breathe. Blinking against the tears filling her eyes. She gripped the phone with both hands.
“Sweetheart, I know it’s you,”
“Grandma...” her voice cracking. “I.. I Need you,”
“It’s ok Sweeting, just breathe,”
Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Talia forced herself to take a long breath. Breathing it out before taking another. Tilting her head back, she let out a sigh. Her whole body stiffening.
“I need your help,”
She was staring at a large hook hanging from the ceiling. Blood stained the frayed edges of rope still clinging to the steel.
“tell me where you are?”
“I’m” forcing herself to look away from the ceiling hook. To think past the growing sick knot in her stomach, “I’m.. underground. In some goth club. San Francisco I think”
“Who, sweetheart. Tell me who’s got you?” her grandmother’s voice growing more insistent.
“Draven” just saying his name made her heart pump even harder. Talia shot to her feet. Fear running through her. He didn’t say how long he would be gone for. What if he returned and found her in his room? Dressed like she was.
“I have to go” her eyes finding more and more things she didn’t want to see. Manacles hanging off the bed. A leash and horse crop resting against the mantle of the fire.
“You have to come, send someone to find me.. before.... before he kills me,”
