Page 45 of Scarred in Silence

I was hanging out with a guy namedMax. He was just a filler, really. He gave me drugs and kept me feeling free. Well… as free as I could be.

Then Lucien showed up. He drew me in. I’m not sure how, but it felt as if something was possessing me, telling me to get closer. That he was safe.

Then he saved me. He took a bullet for me.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I think about how much I have betrayed him. I hope he understands. I hope he finds me.

The door creaks open, and my body tenses. I hate the person staring back at me. Nicolette.

“Leave me alone,” I shout.

She pinches her eyebrows together and walks closer.

“Why do you fight it?”

My eyes squint. She can’t be serious. Can she?

“I’m sorry. I don’t like to be raped,” I state dryly.

She chuckles.

“I have a surprise for you today.” She smiles.

“No.”

“You don’t have a choice. You can go willingly, or maybe we should bring Miles back, hmm?”

My stomach tightens at the thought. I can’t. I’m loyal.

“Okay…”

“Perfect. I’ll be in to get you soon.” She turns and walks out of the room, slamming the door closed behind her. The twisting of a lock feels like a nail in the coffin. I’m stuck.

God, I fucking hate her. I’ll make sure I kill her before I escape.

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It’s been hours, and I sit here wondering where the fuck Lucien is. If I really belonged to him, he would know I’m not safe. So much for fucking loyalty. My old t-shirt hangs low enough to cover me.

The evidence of Miles’ crimes lingers between my legs. My stomach knots, my throat tightening.

What if Lucien doesn’t want me anymore?

Then I remember I can always go back to using.

The lock on the door rustles to life, and the click of the door feels like a knife in my back. Trust me, I would know.

Nicolette comes in with two men. They have on black long-sleeved shirts and black pants with boots. Both men are wearing ski masks, so who knows who the fuck is in on this?

“Let’s get ready, shall we?” Her words echo through the air, freezing over the room.

I nod. Get ready for what?

“Help her to the room.”

I go to stand, but before I get off the nasty mattress, two sets of arms grab mine, escorting me out of the room.

They lead me down a long corridor, ending at an elevator. We get inside, and they keep me turned away from the panel so that I cannot see which floor we are going to. I’m surprised this place even has an elevator.