Page 21 of Beautiful Nightmare

The pads of her feet are harsh against the floor; her leg rises to take the first step up the staircase, but I stop her, throwing her helpless body back and slamming it against the front door. Her head thuds loudly as the rest of her body follows, connecting against the hardwood, as the wind is knocked out of her. Her lungs wheeze as she collapses to the floor, her body lying limp on the dark decorative rug.

Beneath her brave exterior, Royce is nothing more than a fucking piece of meat, which I will ravish night after fucking night. There is no need to break her, because she is already so very broken. And I will remind her each day and every night just how worthless she is.

I rise while Agatha still gasps for air, so I allow some to enter her lungs as I stand above Royce. My words come out like venom as I taunt herunconscious body, “Because you will never forget you were the one who killed your moms. Your moms who can’t even bring themselves to see you in the afterlife.” I spit on her as the last word leaves my lips.

Stepping back, I spot the small door under the stairs that leads to the small cold room and get an idea. Throwing my head back, I chuckle hysterically.

I am fucking back. I am free.

“Oh, my pet, we are about to have so much fun together.”

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ROYCE

My body trembles, and my head aches from behind my eyes down to my spine.

Chills envelop me. Unable to bring myself to move, I keep seeinghim.

His eyes shone a bright white as his mind controlled mine. Evil radiated from his aura.

Then my stomach drops.

Fuck.

Prince saw my mate’s mark. Beckham is now in danger because of me. Dread looms over me like a dark cloud, like the blood rain that terrorized me earlier this evening.

To be responsible for yet another death of someone who is my family, I won’t survive it.

But I will make you.

I startle.

His voice is haunting. And it’s now evident that my thoughts are no longer safe, and perhaps not even my own.

And I am goingto make you watch.

Opening my eyes,I brace for the intrusion of brightness but awaken to darkness instead. For that, I am thankful. The ground beneath me is hard, cold cement. In an attempt to get my bearings, my torso rises slightly, but not even a crack of light is peeking through.

Touching my body, I feel a harsh, scratchy fabric against me. A men’s undershirt. It’s uncomfortable, but I am no longer exposed, which is a relief.

As I attempt to stand, I am quickly stopped by the low ceiling above me. My head hits it instantly, triggering the sharp pain in my head to intensify. I wince, lowering myself back down on the hard floor, squeezing my eyes shut, wishing it would stop.

The feeling of exhaustion washes over me, and I let out a large yawn, allowing sleep to take over. The multiple head traumas have most likely left me concussed, and I shouldn’t give in to the slumber, but to fight it only feels as if it will take more energy from me.

Heads or Tails?

The voice,which now haunts my dreams, wakes me. The concept of time has evaded me; darkness and nightfall are all that live here.

A hushed whisper leaves my dry mouth, “I won’t play your games.”

Defiance gets his dick hard, and ultimately I lose either way, so if to defy him means I am being true to myself, I will fight his wickedness.

“Please, baby, pick.”

The words sound pained, and my eyes shoot open.

“Don’t you fucking touch him!” I scream, and it sends sharp knife-like pain into my skull, but I will