Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Dropping my cell, I pick up the remote to my left and turn on my TV. My already tense body runs cold when I see it’s my bedroom. On the screen, I’m sleeping in my bed with the covers pushed down, exposing my naked body. I moan Haidyn’s name before I wake up. Sitting straight up, I open my nightstand and grab my toy.
Why is this playing? I’ve seen this before. While he had me at Carnage. How the fuck did he get it on my TV?
My heart races as I watch myself get off, then get out of bed. Haidyn walks out behind me from the corner of the room, and my eyes shoot over to where he had been watching me that night. We both return to the screen minutes later, but he’s carrying me this time. This was after I had taken the pill he offered.
I beg him to touch me, get me off while he denies me. Then he’s securing my arms down by my sides. You can tell in my voice that I’m desperate for him as he watches my body beg him to fuck me.
He picks me up once again and carries me out of my room. The angle changes to the hallway, and I sit up straighter when he opens the door that leads down to my basement. I never go down there. Then he’s carrying me down the stairs. He opens a second door, and my throat closes when I see the single cot.
He lays me down on it. “Sweet dreams, doll face. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Then he backs out of the room and shuts the door. The camera shows a concrete room, but there’s a mirror on the opposite wall where I lie. A light comes on, and he enters the adjoining room, sitting on a barstool where he watches me sleep.
I turn off the TV, and with shaking hands, I throw the covers off. Jumping out of bed, I get to my wobbly legs and rush out of my bedroom, down the hall, and yank the door in the hallway open. Flipping on the light, I race down the stairs to my basement. My heart hammers in my chest when I see the door. Opening it up, I see the cot, the chair in the center with the drain in the floor. The mirrored wall and counter with the cabinets.
What the fuck? How did he…? When did he…? He set this up down here?
My mind is reeling. It makes sense since he had told me in my kitchen that he had been following me. He knew every move I had made and where I was at. He was in my house…was he down here doing all of this while I slept upstairs? While I was out running errands? The room was already here, but the mirror wasn’t.
Rushing back to my room, I pick up my phone and call him. He answers on the first ring. “Miss me already, doll face?”
I realize my tongue is heavy when I have nothing to say. Tears sting my eyes as I try to gather my thoughts. “You—”
“I what, Charlotte?” My name sounds like a prayer—sweet and innocent. Like he didn’t hold me captive for days, fuck my mouth and my ass until I came so hard, I blacked out.
“You tricked me,” I whisper.
“Not sure what you mean, doll face,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. This is a game to him. Everything regarding the Lords is a fucking game. They’re taught to play with their food.
“My house…the basement…” I swallow. “I thought I was at Carnage.” I manage to get out before the first tear falls down my cheek.
“Isn’t it funny how easily someone can trick you into believing something that isn’t the truth?”
It makes sense now. I made him think I was someone I’m not. He wanted the fear of Carnage to give him what he wanted. I begged him to fuck me because I thought the alternative was worse. “You told me that you were taking me to Carnage,” I grind out. The initial shock’s wearing off, and I’m getting pissy.
“No. I never said that. You assumed.”
Did I? Surely, I heard him say those words. Fuck, maybe he didn’t. Maybe I’m losing my mind. That’s what men do to you. Gaslight you. Make you think you’re the problem when it’s them. “Fuck you, Haidyn,” I say with trembling lips because it’s all my messy brain can come up with at the moment.
His laughter makes me break out in a sweat. I was so fucking stupid. More so than I ever thought I’d be. “I already did that, Charlotte. And although it was good, it wasn’t great.” Click.
I gasp, pulling the cell from my ear, and stare at it. He just hung up on me. Although it was good, it wasn’t great. What in the fuck?