Page 86 of Slaughter

“Nooooo.” I choke out, my heavy eyes closing.

Then that same leather feeling wraps around my ankles, securing them apart.

I hear a door open, and then a bright light comes on above me. It’s harsh even with my eyes closed. I crack them open and look up. It reminds me of a hospital. An operating room. But I know that’s not where I am.

“Hello, Presleigh.” I hear a man’s voice. “Long time, no see,” he says cheerfully, and I cringe at the smell of cleaner and vodka. “I’m just gonna stitch up your cut and then give you an exam,” he informs me.

Exam? No. I try to fight the restraints, but I can’t.

My backside still hurts from what Avery did to it days ago, and tears come to my eyes.

Just like before.

I feel a poke in my arm, and my eyes grow heavier than they already are. I fade in and out of consciousness. I don’t feel the prick of the needle stitching me up, but I feel pressure there as my head is held down, pressing my right cheek against the cold metal table. Then I feel my underwear being cut away. Tears roll down my face. I cry out when I feel fingers covered in rubber gloves roughly enter me.

Then I black out. When I come to again, I’m being carried to another room. It’s darker than the last, and I welcome the darkness. I just wanna sleep.

I’m laid down on a hard surface and then feel my shirt being pulled over my head. I feel coolness wrap around my neck that makes me shiver.

My heavy eyes unable to open and focus on anything.

“I’ll be back when this has worn off.” I hear another familiar voice, but it wasn’t the same as before.

Then I hear a door shut followed by the sound of a lock being slid in place. I lie down and curl up in a ball as my body begins to shake. It’s so cold.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

AVERY

“IT HAS TO BE HIM,” I SNAP, fisting my hands down by my side while pacing back and forth in my study.

My brother shakes his head. “Damon had no way of knowing where she was at.”

“He could have had someone follow us home from the party.” It has to be him. If not, how will I ever find her?

“Then waited until you sent her off to Vancouver?” He shakes his head. “Plus, how would he have known where the tracker was?”

I run a hand through my hair. The door opens, but I ignore whoever it is. “I don’t know,” I snap, frustrated. I’ve got to find her. She’s still injured from what I did to her … Fuck, I whipped her. I slapped her. Then I fucked her out of rage. I didn’t want Damon to get my little toy. Now he’s stolen it from me.

I’ll get you back, Bunny!

“It has to be an inside job,” he offers.

“No. No one would betray me like that. They know I’d kill them,” I growl, looking at the floor. Still pacing.

“Maybe they don’t expect to get caught.”

“Oh, I’ll catch him …” I trail off, still pacing my study while he stands in front of the fireplace.

“How many knew about the tracker?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I snap.

He grabs my shoulders and yanks me to a stop. “You do too know. Calm down. Take a deep breath. We will find her,” he promises.

“Sir?”

“What?” I growl, turning around to see Kayn standing in my study. “Anything?” I ask.

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