Page 61 of Cyber Revenge

No doors in sight.

Basement.

Panic coils low in my belly, spreading like a virus as reality crashes down on me.

I’m not at home.

I’m notsafe.

Trip…

The last thing I remember is opening the door. I’d been up playing. Trip was asleep on the couch.

But I hadn’t been careful.I thought…

The knock was soft.

Too normal.

My heart had skipped, but I ignored the warning crawling up my spine. I thought it was the delivery we’d been waiting for. Trip passed out after we ordered it.

But it wasn’t.

“Miss me, princess?”Patrick’s voice was the last thing I heard before the rag covered my mouth.

The chemical scent burned, sharp and bitter, filling my lungs as I struggled.

I fought. But I wasn’t fast enough. Now, I’m here.

Wherever the fuck here is.

I try to move.

Nothing.

My wrists, bound behind my back. My ankles, tied tight, cutting into my skin.

Rope.

Thick, coarse, and unrelenting as it bites into my flesh with every tiny shift.

No slack. No give.

The concrete floor is ice against my bare skin. I’m still in the tank top and panties I was wearing when I opened the door, but now they are soaked with sweat, clinging to me like a second skin.

The cold is seeping in, making me shiver as I struggle to stay still, but it isn’t just the temperature.

It’s thefear.

The air is too heavy.

Toostill.

Like the whole room is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

I strain to listen, but all I hear is the buzzing light and the sound of my own shallow breaths echoing off the walls.

Alone.