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My head feels like it's stuffed with cotton when I come to, my tongue thick and heavy in my mouth.
"…worry about it. Dad knows what he's doing."
That's Norman's voice!
My entire body turns stiff at the sound of his voice, and I feel the haziness in my head vanish, pushed away by fear and shock. I keep my eyes closed and test my hands and feet. My wrists are bound, but my feet are free. I'm lying on something soft. It feels like a bed. My head is aching terribly as if someone hit me.
The sudden breeze on my legs makes my skin crawl.
Where are my clothes? Why am I naked?
Norman is still talking, unaware I have regained consciousness. He seems to be on the phone with someone.
"Dad already took care of it all. You know how those people are. Flash a little money at them and they'll sell their own children for it. Ultimately, it's their opinion that will be taken into account, and Dad has paid all of them. The ones that weren't on board, well…"
More laughter from Norman.
"They've been taken care of. Like I said, Dad knew what he was doing. These old farts will do everything not to change their centuries-old traditions, but once the trash from the slum goes for the plan Dad has prepared, they'll have no choicer but to accept me."
I'm naked in a room with Norman. Trying to keep it together, I assess the damage. It doesn't feel like he's done anything to me yet. It's hard to keep my breathing even and slow as the gears in my brain work in overtime as I also listen in to his conversation. He's talking about the announcement that his father made. I knew there had to be a catch! So, this whole thing is a trap. I have to tell Adam!
But first, I have to get out of these binds, find my clothes, and get away from Norman.
I'm lying on my side, my bound arms before me. Norman's voice is coming from behind me, so there's a chance he might not see me do anything. I take the risk and open my eyes. I recognize where I am by the design on the wall panels. This is one of the rooms in the hotel where the Gala is being held. It still must be taking place. He probably knocked me out and carried me here.
My bound wrists are against my chest, and I take out one claw and begin slicing the rope, bit by bit.
On hearing the bed creak, my blood goes cold, and I immediately close my eyes and pretend to be unconscious. Norman lifts a strand of my hair, playing with it. "Are you guys coming or what? She's all trussed up like a Christmas turkey."
What?It's next to impossible to keep my heartbeat steady now. What is Norman talking about?
"Consider her my gift to you," Norman snickers. "I want a go at her first, but then you lot can take turns. I've already set up the cameras."
I sink my teeth into my tongue, sick fear filling me. What does Norman have planned for me?
The bed creaks again as he gets up. "My brother's taken a real fancy to her. That's why Dad sent her to him. Adam has this thing for damsels in distress. Dad probably thought he'd be fucking her in a week. But I know Cynthia. Bitch is a prude, through and through. I can bet half my bank account that she's never let any man touch her. Dad made sure she didn't. He was planning to get her bred like a horse. Apparently, her kid would also be tied to us then. I hope it's a girl. That would be fun."
I want to throw up in my mouth.
"Oh, he knew we would never acquire the company. Once I'm Alpha, I'll make something up and seize everything from that arrogant bastard. I took his woman, didn't I? Once he gets recordings of her being fucked by a group of men, it'll be a sight to see. He fucking stabbed me over this bitch!"
I slash through the last bit of rope now, and my eyes dart around, looking for a weapon.
"It's the third door to the right once you get off the elevator." Norman heads to the door. "I'll wait for you in the hallway. Is everyone with you?"
As soon as he closes the door behind him, I jump into action.
My dress is lying on the ground, and when I hurriedly pick it up, it's been viciously torn. I can only hold it to my bare body tocover myself. There is a hearth at the other end of the room, and next to it is a long iron rod, curled on one end, leaning against the fireplace. I grab it and my purse. I can hear Norman on the phone.
Taking a few quick breaths for courage, I yank open the door. Norman turns around, and as his eyes widen, I bring the iron rod down on his head. Using my full strength, I hit him with it a couple of times until he falls. Then, I gather the dress, which has slipped to the floor, against my chest and begin running. I hear footsteps and then shouting.
Looking over my shoulder, I see a group of men I recognize as Norman's friends. Two of them are crouching by his side while the rest are running after me. I know exactly what they're going to do to me when they catch up, and I run for dear life. I use the stairs and trip over the dress I'm holding to cover myself with, my mind blank with raw fear. Stumbling to the ground, I try to get up and fail, my left ankle screaming in pain. I try again, and this time an arm grabs me, lifting me up.
I know who it is before I can look up.
Adam picks me up and strides into the next hallway. I don't get a chance to say anything because he opens a door and then slams it shut behind us.
My whole body feels ice cold.
