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My heart pounds in tune to my heavy breaths. I start trying to tug myself out of Judas’s grip, but he digs his fingers into my arm. Micah opens the door, and Judas pushes me inside. I cry out when I fall to the floor.
Still nude, I cover myself and start to shiver. They didn’t even have the decency to let me redress, or at the very least, put a shirt on. I’m hurt by their cold disregard for me.
Micah opens a closet door that I somehow missed when I was in here earlier and pulls out a metal cage barely big enough for a large dog. Inside is a set of metal cuffs, thicker and more terrifying than the ones in the attic.
This is all because I don’t want their fucking baby? Why would I want to have kids with these psychopaths? One minute, they’re doing ungodly things to me, and now, they’re locking me in this room with all of these dead people's hearts.
As Micah unlocks the cage and pulls out the cuffs, I turn to Judas and grab his hand, but he snatches it away from me.
“Please, Judas,” I beg, tears burning my eyes. “I don’t want to be locked in here. Can’t you just take me back to the attic?”
When I look at him, it’s like he’s not even there. The Judas I’ve come to know over the past few days is replaced by this wretched monster.
“Get in the cage, Raine,” Micah says softly from behind me. I flinch when he grabs my wrist and puts the first cold cuff on. I put a hand on Micah’s arm and look at him with pleading eyes.
“Micah?” I say softly.
He doesn’t say anything, just grabs my wrist and locks the other cuff around it. He pushes me inside the cage so roughly I lose my footing and fall to the cold, hard floor. I let out a pained cry and turn around to face them.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I scream, grabbing the bars of the cage and shaking as hard as I can.
Without another word, they leave the room and lock the door behind them.
Chapter 27
RAINE
I thinkI’ve been locked in here for three days, but I’m not entirely sure. I’ve watched the sun rise and set twice—or maybe it was three times. Four?
I can’t remember. I feel like I’m slowly losing my sanity in here, and Judas and Micah don’t even care. They’ve only been in here once to give me a meal.Onemeal the entire time I’ve been in this fucking cage, and they still haven’t bothered to give me my clothes back. Every bone in my body aches, my head is pounding, and my stomach feels like it’s eating itself from hunger. I’m almost positive they’ve turned the air conditioning all the way up because I don’t remember it being this cold in the house.
I didn’t realize how much I’d hurt them by rejecting the idea of having their kids. I can clearly see how much Judas loves Micah, and he’s obviously an amazing father to him, so I know he would be just as great to our own child.
And Micah has a sensitive side to him. Clearly, because he saw me on the side of the road and stopped to help me when I needed it. My own father is a piece of shit, so it would be nice to see the kind of dads Judas and Micah would be to our kids.
Did I overreact?
A noise at the door has me startling out of the sleep I’d started to fall into. Micah comes in to unlock the cage and squats down so we’re at eye level.
“Hungry, little doe?” he asks quietly, blue eyes soft and filled with compassion.
I nod, and he unlocks the cuffs. I crawl towards him and try to stand, but I don’t have any strength left. Micah picks me up and carries me out of the room to his bedroom. Gently, he sets me down on his bed and then goes into the bathroom. A second later, I hear the water run in the bathtub. Micah comes back out, carries me into the bathroom and sets me down inside the tub. The water is already hot, and I sigh at the feeling of it warming my aching muscles.
Micah kneels next to the tub and starts rubbing some shampoo into my hair. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his fingernails scratching my scalp. In all the time I've been here, I’d forgotten that I was supposed to wash my hair days ago, but I majorly lost track of time on this little island.
“How long was I in the cage?” I ask, breaking the heavy silence.
I open my eyes to find Micah watching me as he massages the shampoo through my dry curls. “Five days.”
Five days?
I knew that my days were starting to blur together, but I didn’t realize I was so off. That means I’ve been here for over a week.
I wonder if anyone is looking for me. Would Dad have cared enough to file a Missing Person’s report?
I doubt it. I don’t have any friends, no other relatives in the area that I’ve ever been made aware of, so no one else would be looking for me.
I haveno one.
