Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
With her trespassing, she’d brought life back into this place. She’d chased away the quietness that’d settled so deeply inside me.
After years alone, you tended to forget.
If enough time passed, you could even pretend it never existed.
But thanks to her, I remembered why I’d struggled so much in those first few years. Why I’d spent a year catatonically drunk before I’d had to make the choice to live or die. Why I’d turned my back on those who’d turned their back on me.
Loneliness.
It was a disease that once caught, there was no cure.
Its endless vacuum sucked up every emotion and thought until the only thing left was a husk. A wordless husk with bones so hollow, I expected one day just to shatter into dust and be done with it.
“Well?” she snarled. “I’m done waiting. You made me wait all night. If you’ve made up your mind to become a murderer, then just do it already.” Tears glittered in her angry eyes, a final attempt at hope blazing. “But...if you’re still looking at your options, I have money. I...I’ll pay you to free me. What do you want? A million? Two? Put a price on my life, and I’ll pay it.”
I paused. “You expect me to believe you have that sort of money?”
“I do.” She balled her hands, warming to her crusade. “I’m successful online. I haven’t had anything to spend my income on. I’m...a good saver. If I have to buy my life from you, then so be it. You can have every penny I have if you let me go.”
I sat back, stunned once again at her beauty. This time, it wasn’t her looks that made me hard but her fierceness. Her fury and skills at negotiation. She hadn’t accepted her end, after all.
When I didn’t speak, she licked her lips and rubbed her arms. “Well? Do we have a deal?”
She didn’t need to know that money meant nothing to me. What would I spend it on out here? It couldn’t be used to buy food, not when I couldn’t afford to reveal my existence. I couldn’t plant a dollar bill and have it sprout into parsnips.
It wasn’t the money that she was willing to give me that made interest and hesitation billow. It was the fact she was willing to offer me anything at all.
It made my cock twitch.
It made me wonder...
Picking up my final strawberry, I ate it slowly, savoring the sugar and licking at its juice. “I don’t know.”
She froze. “But...you’re open to discussing it?”
I shrugged. “I’m unsure at this point.”
“What would make you sure? Why are you so intent on killing me? Tell me that, and maybe I can—”
“You don’t belong here. I need you gone because I don’t know any other solution. Because you have nothing to offer me other than complication and will end up demanding more than I can afford.”
Silence tumbled between us, heavy with thought and consequence.
She let her arms uncross and hands settle into her lap. Her breathing turned slow and deep as her forehead scrunched. I watched it all as she shook her head, her eyes narrowing on the puddle next to her.
I couldn’t guess what she was thinking, but whatever it was took all her concentration. All her courage. Everything she was.
Finally, after what felt like forever, she lifted her chin and captured my eyes.
She studied me. Her gaze dropped to my mouth, swept to my hair, then glided down my body.
She nodded once.
Inhaled hard.
Then murmured, “I have something else to offer.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I ALMOST CHOKED.
I have something else to offer.
Six simple words yet the worst sentence of my life.
My captor stiffened before me. Ever so slowly, he pushed away the remnants of his strange breakfast.
I’d never been a stickler for meal plans and rarely stuck to menu suggestions, but his odd combination of celery, peas, and strawberries made me wonder if he truly was uneducated, or at the very least, uncaring about routines and practices.
Cocking his head, he eyed me in his severe, strict way. “Go on...” He waved a hand. “What could you possibly have to offer me?”
I licked my lips as a wash of shivers darted down my back.
If I did this, I already knew I’d lose parts of myself I’d never really known. If I offered up my body in a trade to keep my soul, I could quite possibly end up losing both.
He could fuck me and kill me anyway.
He could keep me alive and never return my freedom.
What was worse?
Certain death or unknown sexual servitude?
Inhaling hard, I rubbed at my chest where my heart hurled itself against my ribs. The palpitations were full of fear, adrenaline, and a fair amount of shock.
Alone in the dark, I’d tossed and turned all night.
I’d asked myself how far I would go to stay alive. What would I do at his bequest if he agreed to let me go?