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It’s nothing but pain and heartache and mistakes.
“I love you, Maverick Murray. Always have. Always will.”
“Doll.” he sighs. I might not be able to see him, but in my head, I can perfectly picture his eyelids lowering and his head dipping as he tries to absorb those words. “I love you too. I’ll get you out of this. One way or another.”
“Not without you.”
When his response doesn’t immediately follow, my stomach knots up, aching almost as much as my cramped limbs.
“Mav?” I whisper after long agonizing seconds.
“Yeah, Doll?”
“You’re hurt, aren’t you?”
“Nothing I can’t handle, babe.”
His words don’t settle any of the unease bubbling up inside me. But what the hell am I meant to do if I’m stuck in a fucking cage?
* * *
I drift in and out of a fitful sleep. Each time I come to, I wonder if the haziness is more than just the hit to the head I suffered at the hands of my father. He’s strong, but I’m not sure he’s strong enough to have this kind of lasting effect.
They drugged me. That’s the only other option here.
My body shudders, losing its battle to stay warm when the room—or whatever we’re in—is pumped full of cold air.
It’s not all that different to being inside Reid’s basement torture chamber. But at least there, I could move. The cot bed might have been hard and unforgiving as fuck, but I could get up and walk around, at least attempting to do something about the shivers that ripped through my body almost every second I was down there.
Right now, it’s all I can do to wiggle my fingers and toes.
How the hell they managed to squeeze me in here, God only knows.
My nightmares come back to me and my skin prickles as I think about them touching me.
I was out of it, with no physical memory of what happened, but my subconscious knows, and it loves nothing more than taunting me with everything those men have done to me.
All I can hope is that they didn’t do it in front of Mav.
It’s one thing knowing that they abused me for years. He doesn’t need to watch history repeat itself now that I’m an adult. Now that I’m his.
A loud sob rips through the air, and it’s not until Mav whispers that everything is going to be okay again that I realize it came from me.
But this time, I can’t fight it.
My body shuddering sobs rips through the air as I hold myself tighter.
I can’t help it. Knowing they’re close. That they’ve touched me. That they’re probably watching me break right now.
Mav continues to try to soothe me, but other than being wrapped in his strong, warm arms, nothing is going to help me.
I’ve no idea how long I cry for, but my eyes burn and my chest aches in a way I’d hoped I’d felt the last of.
But it doesn’t matter how much time has passed, we’re still in the dark. Even with my eyes adjusting to it, it’s so dark that I can barely make out my hand in front of my face.
Wherever we are, we’re not going to be easily found. And something tells me that Victor will have planned ahead.
Having us tracked is one thing, but there are plenty of ways to put a stop to that. More than I want to think about right now.
