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I struggle even as he flattens his body across mine to get to my wrist. He wrenches it up and clicks the cuff around it with impressive strength, and I go still.
He’s not done, though.
He drags me down by my hips, until my arms are straight up over my head.
A weird sort of shiver goes through me. Not the good kind—the nausea-inducing kind.
“You don’t want to do this,” I murmur. “Jacob—”
“You’re okay.” He brushes my hair off my forehead. It’s damp with sweat. “I’m not hurting you, Mel.”
He just stopped me from leaving. I went from free to…to this. In an instant.
“You are, though,” I whisper. “How does this make you any better than my ex-husband?”
His head dips, and the guilt returns.
“Because this is for you.”
I swallow. “And how do you know he didn’t used to tell me the exact same thing?”
That does it. His expression closes, and he pushes up off the bed. He strides out like nothing’s wrong, although my insides are churning. I’m going to lose my shit, cry, or throw up—I can’t figure out what would be worse.
He doesn’t even close the door.
Because why would a captive have privacy?
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JACOB
Ifucking tied her up.
How does this make you any better than my ex-husband?
The next time I go into her room, I take a picture. She’s in short shorts, her pale legs curled up into her side, and a baggy white t-shirt. Her hair is braided back away from her face, so there’s no mistaking the vitriol painted in her eyes.
I sit on the couch just out of sight and watch her on the cameras from my phone. She’s just lying there, staring at the wall. The camera optics aren’t clear enough to see the details of her face. Whether she’s sad or angry or something else. Not until she uses her upper arm to wipe at her face do I realize she’s crying.
Fuck.
Before hesitation can get the better of me, I send the picture to the unknown number that sent her the video of me.
It all became clear once I found that on her phone.
Yes, she left me in New York—but only because she doesn’t have an accurate picture of the events.
No one should have that video. And, actually, he didn’t havemyvideo…
He had his own.
The only culprit could’ve been her ex-husband. He was the only one she was afraid of, so much so that she needed a restraining order against him.
Her phone chimes.
Henry: Who is this?
Me: Do you want her back?
