Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
"I have to lock you in the bathroom for a while," he tells me. "I'm not going to hurt you. But I have something special planned for you, to make you feel less alone in here. Come with me."
He pulls me to my feet and guides me to the bathroom. There's a hole drilled in the door through which he feeds the chain before reattaching it back to the wall on the other side. I wait listlessly in the room while he gets everything ready in the mirrored space. I hate him.
I eye the glass I drunk out of earlier. I could break it. But am I really capable of killing Nox?
My heart and mind both say no, and I know as desperate as I am to get the hell out of here, I won't be able to hurt him. Not like that, not permanently. A big part of me still has feelings for him. Wants him to love me, like I once loved him. But I'm not letting that part win. Not now that he's kidnapped me.
I weigh the glass in my hand, contemplating slitting my own wrists. But for once, I don't feel the pull of that temptation. I've spent a lifetime hurting myself, but this is the first time I don't long for the cuts on my skin. I want to get the fuck out of here so I can have my revenge on Nox. I want to punish him not just for everything he's done to me, but for everything he's threatened to do to the people I love, too.
"Almost ready," he calls out from the other side of the door. "I think you'll like this, Dove. I thought of it especially for you. Just give me a couple more minutes."
My teeth grit together in anger. I don't answer. I have nothing else to say to him, the monster from my nightmares. He finishes up in the mirror room and again unclips my chain. Finally, I decide to go through with it. Right before he enters, I smash the glass against the sink, holding a shard in my shaky hand as he enters the bathroom.
"What are you doing with that, Dove?" he asks with a grin when he sees me. "You really think it'll take some glass to bring me down? I survived Hawaii, I can sure as fuck survive you, too."
"Get away from me," I hiss, waving the shard at him as he attempts to come closer. He raises his arms, chuckling, the chain still in one of his hands. "I'm going to hurt you if you ever touch me again, you sick bastard."
"Don't threaten me, Dove," he mutters. "I don't fucking like it. Don't you want to see the surprise I'm giving you? Don't you want to see how much I care about you?"
"No," I get out through gritted teeth. "I don't want anything to do with you. Just leave me the fuck alone."
"I can't," he admits. "Now put that glass down before you hurt yourself, and come with me."
"No." My hand tightens around the shard, the glass digging sharply into my palm. I know I'm bleeding, but I almost don't notice it. I'm too focused on hurting Nox. I need to get rid of him. Maybe not kill him, but hurt him badly enough so he won't touch me ever again. "Don't come any closer or I'll fucking kill you."
"While I'd love to see you try, I've had enough of these childish games," he grunts at me. "Now, put the glass down. You've already cut yourself, silly girl."
My hand tightens even more around the glass. "No."
"Why are you being so fucking stubborn, Dove? Put it down!"
"No!" I grip it tighter, making him groan out loud as he approaches me. What pisses me off no end is the fact that he isn't even worried about his own well-being. Like he's convinced I'll never fucking hurt him. And the sad part is, he's fucking right. I can't bring myself to slash his veins with the shard. I can only hurt myself. But that'll work out just fine, since I seem to be the only person he cares about anymore. "One step closer and I'm cutting myself."
I touch the glass to my wrist, hands shaking as I wait for Nox's reaction. And I get one alright. His gaze darkens and he snatches my wrist with his fingers. I yelp, fingers flying open and the shard landing on the ground, blood oozing from my fresh cut.
"Crazy fucking girl," Nox mutters against the shell of my ear. "Don't you dare do that again."
I try to punch him, but he twists my good arm behind my back, making me cry out.
"Relax," he hisses. "I won't fucking break it. Just stop resisting for one fucking second so I can help you."