Page 61 of Crave

On your knees and let’s see if your mother is ready to talk.

Silas stopped at the front door. I thought for a second he came to his senses before a thud and the door crashed inwards. The bright sunlight slipped away as he carried me inside. I was backthere, to those endless hallways and the locked double doors that were everywhere you turn.

He won’t find it.

It was my last hope. That no matter what, Silas wouldn’t find that room where they ruined me. But he turned right and strode along the hallway, pushing through the now busted open doors without a second of hesitation. My stomach clenched, fear plunged deep.

“No…NO!”I bucked and kicked, punching his back and shoulders. “Let me go…SILAS, LET ME GO!”

Smile for your mother.The past reached out and with it, that memory came flooding back. I was on all fours, the bastard’s phone shoved in front of my face as he fisted my hair and yanked backwards.Let’s see if she’s ready to talk now.

“No.” I moaned, but the sound slipped from my lips in the present. Silas dragged me with him forcing me to turn along the smaller hallway to another wing…a more private area, hidden from the rest of the others. One I knew was kept especially for me.

“I must admit it took me a while to find it.”

Thud. Thud.Thud.

“And I almost gave up. But there was one thing driving me. One burning desire.” He turned his head, those dark brown eyes piercing. “To destroy you.”

My entire world went gray.

There was no air.

No warmth.

No…protection.

He turned again, finding another hallway…one that was sickeningly familiar and stopped. One hard yank and I slid down his chest. Those cruel hands grabbed me before I hit the floor.

Tears blurred his handsome face. “You’re a bastard.”

He leaned down lower. “And you, sweet sister, are a goddamn liar.”

I shook my head and shifted my gaze to the doorway behind him.

“Are you going to play nice, Angelica?” That monster’s voice resounded in my head and I took a step backwards.

He was in that room, still waiting for me. My head burned with the memory of his strong fingers entwined in the strands.

“You remember, don’t you?” Silas stepped closer.

Movement came behind him as Gabe and Jude moved closer.

“What the fuck is this?” Jude snapped. “We need to get out of here. It’s not safe…it’s?—”

“We’re staying.” Silas’s focus never left me. “Until she tells us the truth.”

I shook my head. Tears slipped down my cheeks.

“Tell her…tell your mother what I’ll do to you if she doesn’t give us what we want.”

My pulse thundered as I stared at that room.

“You want to go in there?” Silas stepped closer and grabbed my arm.

OWNED.

DAUGHTER.