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Very soon.
I can’t lose focus. I stay put in my room and wait it out. Detective Laurent will show up any moment and then I’ll be able to breathe again.
This late at night, with most on the block sound asleep, the silence feels unnerving. Loud and unnatural as I sit alone.
I have no other choice. I have to do this.
A sharp knock draws me out of my thoughts. Someone’s at the door.
I get up with my pepper spray and phone in hand.
“Ms. Hendrix?” Detective Laurent calls from the other side. “Open up. I’m here. Is Maloney with you?”
Relief washes over me and I rush for the door. “Thank God you’re here.”
She’s standing with her hands on her hips, a leather jacket around her shoulders, and a tight-lipped look of scrutiny on her face. A look I’m sure she uses often when investigating a crime.
“Well?” she says expectantly. “Is Maloney here? He’s stopped answering his phone.”
I step aside to let her in, then scream.
Kaden appears out of nowhere. He comes up from behind and slashes Detective Laurent across the throat.
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Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Icome to with the unsteady feeling of swaying in place. My body’s upright, feet bare and flat on the ground. My arms stretch above my head, bound together by what feels like leather cutting into my wrists.
Seconds pass before my hazy vision clears. My surroundings are more than a little familiar—I’m standing in the middle of Kaden’s playroom.
His instruments of pain and pleasure surround me, perched along the shelves and displayed in glass cases. There’s the familiar leather play bench we’ve so often used.
I shiver in fear.
The last thing I remember was letting Detective Laurent into my apartment. Kaden had appeared from behind her and slit her throat. He must’ve ambushed me before I could even defend myself.
I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew there was a chance he’d find a way out and he’d come for me. There’d be hell to pay.
But I at least hoped I’d be able to finish my plan.
I tilt my head back for a look at what’s binding me. Thick leather cuffs snug around my wrists, connected to a chain and hook in the ceiling.
Kaden’s brought me into this room at least a dozen times. Not once before have I noticed the different hooks in the ceiling for the setup of all kinds of contraptions, I’m guessing. He’s mentioned a sex swing. I hadn’t imagined chains to secure an unconscious person against her will being another.
The room’s colder than usual. A draft occupies the air and further contributes to my discomfort.
My gaze leaves the ceiling and flicks downward instead. It’s no surprise I’ve been stripped naked—I don’t think I’ve ever spent any time in this room fully clothed.
But it’s not the fact that I’m naked that’s most concerning to me. It’s how my bodyfeelsthat’s setting off alarm bells.
My body feels foreign, like it’s no longer my own. I’ve either been transported into someone else’s, or I’ve been through some things I don’t remember. Aches plague different parts of me, from my weak knees to the twinge in my wrists from being bound for who knows how long.
Thesorenessbetween my thighs. Theheavinessin my rear—
I gasp as I sway in my binds and realize what’s going on. A plug has been inserted inside of me. Judging by the fullness it brings me as I become acutely aware of the unnatural sensation, it’s a bigger one than the last time.
My heart leaps into my throat. I try to open my mouth and scream, but the only sound I produce is a hoarse grunt. Clearing my throat, I try again.
