Page 55 of Never Gonna Lie (Forbidden #2)
Chapter Fifty-Five
RAVEN
A sudden noise jolts me awake, and I huddle closer to the wall.
A figure enters as the door swings wide open, being in a damp, dark room for who knows how long, it takes a while for my eyes to adjust. My stomach protests at not having eaten, and my mouth feels dry from lack of water.
I swallow, my lips cracked and sore. My head feels dizzy, almost like I’m underwater from the lack of nutrition.
Everything around me is blurry, and I feel like I’m hallucinating.
The light outside gives the newcomer a menacing glow. “He-hello?” I croak out. “What do you want with me?”
The stranger walks further into the room before coming to crouch down in front of me. “I want you to suffer, little Raven,” a whisper comes. “I want you to suffer like I have.” I feel so out of it, I can’t even tell if it’s a man or a woman.
“I-I don’t understand,” I stutter, my head pounding.
Who is this person ?
“You’ve taken everything from me, so now, I’m going to take everything from you .” They shrug. “I have a lot of bids on you, but I’ll make sure you go with the worst one of them all.”
Terror consumes me as their words echo, my heart races, and nausea churns in my stomach.
“Get her cleaned up,” the voice shouts before turning back to me. “Show time, darling.”
Turning on their heel, they leave the room as two men enter. The men grab at me, and I try to fight, but I’m so weak I can barely move.
How long have I been here for?
I groan as they lift me, dragging me out of the room.
How anyone would want me in this state, I’ll never know.
But if they’re the type of people to pay, maybe they’d prefer me being comatose?
A sob rips through me as the realization hits me—no one’s going to find me.
I ran off so quickly, I doubt anyone would’ve known I was missing until I was long gone.
I’m thrown into a white tiled room. Excruciating pain hits me as I’m thrown to the floor, and I cry out in agony. I shiver uncontrollably as I lie on the floor, waiting.
Cold water sprays my face and then my body, coating me until I’m soaked through. I whimper, coughing and spluttering as I struggle to breathe.
Once they’ve deemed I’m fit for their purpose, one of the men bends down to pick me up again, carrying me to a different room.
Neither one speaks nor acknowledges me and my discomfort.
But both look as terrifying as the other.
Big tattooed men, one with a scar across his cheek, and a shaved head.
The other with dark brown eyes that hold a murderous glint.
I quickly look away, too scared to have his wandering gaze on me .
I’m placed on my feet, and clothes are thrown at me, but still, my captors don’t say a word.
They stand with their arms crossed, glaring at me.
Slowly but surely, I shimmy myself out of my cocktail dress.
The pain from my elbow and hip has subsided somewhat, but it’s the shaking of my hands and the blurry eyes from my tears that causes me to continuously fumble.
What feels like forever later, I’ve managed to change into the white cotton dress I was provided with.
My vision blurs from standing for so long, and I begin to wonder if I’m going to pass out.
The dizzy feeling doesn’t subside; it only gets worse.
The two men standing in front of me turn into four hazy figures.
My step falters. I reach out a hand to grab hold of something, but my hand meets air.
I collapse, my head hitting the concrete, and I give into the darkness once more, enjoying the reprieve that it offers me from the nightmare I’m in.