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“Yes. I hate you with all my heart! I have always hated you, and I will hate you as long as I live!” I tighten my grip even more, but his neck is much thicker than my palms, and his well-defined muscles prevent me from applying pressure.
“Fine,” his eyes grow cold, and his face hardens. “That's what I wanted to hear,” his hands begin to squeeze my wrists with a force that feels like it could shatter my arms.
The blue of his eyes turns into an icy gray, and my hands weaken as they rise along with me, even though I was the one on top of him just moments ago. I have always been smaller, weaker, and shorter than them. Manasseh was the tallest and most massive among the brothers, and judging by his appearance, he probably still holds the power.
“Let me fucking go!” I exclaim and try to wriggle out of his powerful grip.
“How could I? I'm here to stay,” he says it so seriously that chills run down my spine, and he presses his body against mine.
“You disgust me!” I growl when I feel his broad palms, as wide as my waist, pressing against my back.
“Very well, but you will come to live with me,” he says so seriously that I get the impression he genuinely believes it.
“Not in your wildest dreams! Don't you realize that your blackmail doesn't work anymore? You can't force me to do what you want because there's nothing in this world worth my effort anymore. The foolish Rebecca from the past, who would have turned the world upside down for some stupid photos, is no longer here!”
“You'll change your mind once you hear what I have to say,” he insists.
“I don't want to hear it! I don't want to see you or listen to a word you say,” I retort defiantly. “So, I suppose even your own mother isn't worth the effort?” he taunts.
“The mother you buried, you animals!” I burst out, scanning my surroundings.
A bitter taste fills my mouth as I take in the scattered ashes on the floor.
“Don't be naive, Becca! That isn’t your mother. Your real mother is in my possession,” Manasseh finally releases his grip on me and starts fiddling with his phone.
“You're bluffing!” I look at his phone, a glimmer of hope flickering within me.
“Am I?” he smirks, turning the phone around to show me a woman who strikingly resembles my mother, sitting on a chair, on a terrace, petting a cat and reading a book.
“This can't be possible! Mom, is it really you?” I shout into the phone, my eyes fixed on the live surveillance footage from the terrace.
“Stop yelling in vain. She can't hear you. But if you come with me, you'll have a chance to talk to her,” he snatches the phone from my hand.
“That's a lie. That’s not my mom. Mom is...”
“Dead? It was just a ploy to get what I want.”
“And what is that?”
“You, Becca. I want you to come and live with me.”
My chest tightens, and a hollow feeling grows in the pit of my stomach.
“Never! You must be out of your mind to believe that. I'd rather die!” I spin around, turning my back on him.
A big mistake!
“You're not allowed to die, Becca,” he grabs my throat, pulling me closer to his chest. “Not until I give you permission!” I feel his breath caressing my ear, and I struggle to break free, my eyes darting toward the locked door.
It's still locked, but I can't help but assess the chances of reaching it, inserting the key, and disengaging the lock in time.
I can't. Manasseh is right. I'm so slow, while he's in the best shape of his life, using all his roughness and brutal gestures to show his power. My body is still weakened, and he knows it, taking advantage of my vulnerability.
I can't escape. I'm forced to face him.
“Do you still think we're stuck in the past? Remember that nothing ties us together anymore?” I turn to face him, not daring to turn my back.
“That's not true. We're bound by more than you think! You and I will always be connected.”
