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Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t force my mind to drift anywhere but right here. Although my upbringing was far from perfect, I’ve never needed to escape reality like this.
I’ve long stopped trying to stop the tears from falling. There’s no point, and I don’t feel the need to portray myself as strong right now. I’ve surrendered myself to being weak in this moment, and if I survive, if I walk away from this, I’ll just have to find a way to build myself back up again.
I’ve also stopped trying to look over my shoulder at Doc.
They positioned us like this for a reason, and it’s working exactly as they wanted it to.
Spade shoves himself back and glares down at me with his brows furrowed in frustration. He’s not used to having to workthis hard, and although I would like to think that he’ll just give up, this stopped being about getting his dick wet a long time ago, and now he’s trying to prove a point. A point to me. A point to Doc. And a point to the men he has watching us.
He shoves himself back, allowing me a moment to breathe without his body pressing me into the floorboards. The sight of my own blood makes my stomach revolt, but I squeeze my eyes closed to stop myself from throwing up. I’ve never been great with blood, especially my own.
The sound of his shoes on the hardwood allows me a few moments of relief as I try desperately to collect my thoughts. There’s no way for me to escape this on my own. I’d like to think I’m a strong, independent woman, and to an extent that is true even if my escape attempt was so easily foiled, but the way they have me tied up makes it near impossible to move, let alone escape.
Spade paces restlessly across the room as he fists his hair, tugging at the ends in frustration, but I keep my eyes on the door across from me.
Doc didn’t come here alone, and that’s all I have to hold onto right now. There’s still hope if he brought others to help get me out, but why is it taking so long?
Someone clears their throat behind me, and Spade pauses to look at them expectantly.
“The mansion has been infiltrated. They have extracted both hostages.”
Spade’s eyes flare with anger, and my stomach drops when his gaze lands on me. He closes the distance between us as he pulls the knife from its holder and drops over me again.
The blade rests at the side of my throat, and I’m not game to breathe as Spade looks up at Doc with barely contained anger bleeding from his features. “It seems your friends have rescuedyour father and Bree.” He presses it into my flesh, and I hiss out a breath at the sudden rush of pain.
I try to hide the relief from my features, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel just that.
“It’s a good thing we have your husband here to make sure you behave,” he muses.
“Don’t hurt him,” I whisper, my eyes pleading with him to spare the man I love.
“That will depend entirely on you, Isla. You’ll do everything I say, and perhaps I’ll see fit to keep him alive a little longer.”
“You son of a bitch,” Doc growls. “Get that fucking knife away from her throat.”
He sighs and flicks his gaze between us. “Shut him up,” he snaps at his lackeys.
The sound of his jaw cracking under the weight of a fist makes my stomach roll uncomfortably, but it’s been so long since I’ve eaten that we’re well past the threat of vomit.
“I think it’s time we have a little fun, don’t you?” Spade smiles sardonically down at me, and I’m forced to meet his evil gaze.
He leans back on his heels and slowly drops his hands to his belt, the knife all but forgotten beside my face. I suspect it’s not the last time he’ll use it to keep me in line, but for now, it’s a relief.
I’m torn between watching his every move because surprises are the last thing I need right now and not wanting to watch as he readies himself to violate me more than he already has.
His hard length pops out the top of his pants the second he unbuttons them, and I turn my face away from the sight.
This is really happening.
He’s really going to do this.
And Doc is going to be forced to watch.
What if we get out of here by some miracle? Is he ever going to be able to look at me the same way? To touch me?
Tears cloud my vision as rough sobs force their way from my chest. My breathing is harsh and erratic, but I keep my eyes on the bookcases that surround us, a first edition of Romeo and Juliet the only thing holding me back from a complete spiral.
