Page 5 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)
Their Universe
Liv
I blinked once. Twice. Shit. I was still in this shithole.
The dream I had was far from my reality, and I must’ve passed out after a breakdown.
I cried heavily but kept my sobs silent from anyone walking by the door leading to my cramped room of confinement.
Slouched against the wood, I let self-pity eat away at me while no one could see my vulnerability.
Not one ruined soul here deserved to see me shed a tear.
I wallowed in helplessness at the situation I had placed myself in.
There was no one to blame but me because I had wanted to save my family.
To be the person to get us out of the mess my father had created with his gambling addiction.
I wanted to be a savior for once instead of an unsuspecting victim.
The heroine aspect had gotten away from me, and unknowingly, I had placed myself in harm’s way.
The one place I had tried desperately to save us from.
But how was I to know a lying, cheating, degrading Sebastian Chamberlain was in deep with the mob and put me in the direct path to destruction?
I didn’t. I had no fucking clue. Completely blindsided. None of this was part of the plan and I needed to feel sorry for myself for one goddamn minute. I think I deserved that.
The tears I had shed remained crusty on my cheeks, and I wiped the slight remains of my snot with the back of my hand.
I had nothing else to use. No clothing, blanket, or even one tiny piece of cloth.
Preston and his hounds had left me in my undergarments, for Christ’s sakes!
They treated me as if I were an animal. Far worse than Mr. Pitrone’s savage dogs.
An inmate had better treatment than I did, and I even had an accident in my underwear while I slept.
Weakness had taken over from not having food for I don’t even know how long.
My crusted, peeled, and slightly bloody lips made me crave even a sip of water.
The metallic taste was strong, and bile collected in my tummy, but I held the puke in with a hand covering my mouth until the horrible sensation dissipated.
I was far too ashamed by my incontinence to add throw up into the mix .
Slowly, I got on all fours and crawled away from the wet mess on the floor.
My teeth chattered as I sought any source of warmth, and I made my way to the thin mattress on the ground.
I plopped down on the hard springs and curled up in the fetal position while the stink of human sweat filled my nostrils.
Someone had used the mattress pad many times before me, and that thought disgusted me for a moment or two.
I didn’t have time to refuse any source of heat with my lower half wet and nearly nude physique.
I pulled my knees up to my chin with my arms wrapped around my legs as I imagined Sin and Saint with me.
Soft feather-like kisses from my blue-eyed beast while his best friend ravished my neck in bite marks, claiming me.
The pain from his teeth sunk in deep and ignited a need I couldn’t stop as I melted under his flames.
A hot concoction of torturous bliss that I used to fight, but I no longer did.
They’d breathe hot against my skin as they chanted praise, leaving my flesh sizzling with need and wanting all of them.
Their bodies would press against mine, creating an unknown electric sensation I hungered for.
They teased me with their tongues, used me with sweet possession, and their thick dicks haunted me.
I’d never get enough of these two dangerously delicious men .
My phantoms owned me, worshipped me, and loved me with all their broken souls.
They embraced me like a shield, creating the coziness I needed and protected me from the elements. Toasty hands resting on my shoulders while others snuggle sweetly against my abdomen. Their hug was tight and never-ending as they held me.
A sound made my eyes pop open. Darkness crossed over the hole in the wall briefly, and I gave my head a shake. I clamped my eyelids shut, immediately reopening them, and I was afraid my overactive imagination was getting to me.
There was the sound again in front of the door, and I waited for the wooden frame to rattle, but it never came. Instead, the sound of footsteps moved back toward the hole in the wall. They ripped me from my fantasy that would follow me to my grave if I never got out of here.
Had someone come to kill me? Put me out of my misery?
Fear vibrated through me as darkness returned, trapping me in the eerie abyss.
The absence of light gave me no choice but to get off my ass.
I raised my hands out in front of me and felt around for the wall.
My heavy breaths were the only sound besides my hammering heart pounding in my chest and lodging up into my throat with sheer fright .
In what might have been a stupid move, I placed my eyeball straight up to the hole, wanting to see who was on the other side.
There was light, and I blinked several times against the illumination, only to view the small fraction of the empty hallway.
There was no movement, no more noise and pure nothingness.
My mind was playing tricks on me. I was on the brink of insanity, locked up with nowhere to go.
No food, water, or proper warmth left in my filth.
There was no one to turn to or talk to except my fucked-up fantasies.
I’d be next in line for the insane asylum at this rate if I didn’t pull my shit together.
Being six feet underground might be the best option for me, and I wished for a quick death.
A bullet to the head, an unexpected explosion or…
Jesus Christ!
Instantly, I stumbled backward, breathing hard at the sight of a black pupil staring at me through the hole in the wall. My hair sucked in and out of my mouth while I trembled from the sudden shock.
Pull your shit together! Breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Yes. Nice, calm, deep breathing to block all the bullshit out.
Slowly, I moved back toward the hole, only to see a piece of rolled up paper fall through and flutter to the floor.
There was something else I couldn’t quite make out pushed through the small puncture in the wall.
The wrapper containing the contents made a crinkling sound when it hit the ground in front of me.
I ignored the gesture because the light out in the hall came back.
I scrambled forward. My reaction time was too slow, and I had words on my lips, but nothing came out. I peeked out as I saw someone flee back down the hallway and out of sight. But I picked up the ripped piece of paper and read the words written in pencil.
There’s no way out. He will kill you. Keep your strength up.
The other item was a small candy bar. Snickers. Not my first choice, but I inhaled that chocolate bar with a fierce, mad hunger.