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I winced as I moved, my core protesting, and I reached between my legs, finding the blood mixed with my fluids.

I’d find a way to hurt him as much as he was hurting me. One way or another.

I grimaced as I opened my eyes, realizing he’d left the door open. I frowned as movement drew my gaze lower, and I stared at the gray tabby as it sauntered in, flicking its tail.

They had a cat? What the fuck?

I watched as it walked right over and jumped up on the bed, not a hint of fear or shyness to it as it brushed up against me.

I ran my hand down its back, glancing at his back and noting that he was a boy. Neutered at least.

“Well, I guess some nice company is more than welcome,” I mumbled as he curled up on the bed beside me, purring softly.

Animals were always welcome company.

14

SCARLET

Ihid in my room after my shower, nursing my wounded vagina as I watched a show with the little tabby nestled into my side. I tried to allow myself to fall into the fantasy world of my show as I stroked my new friend, his soft purrs helping relax me.

A part of me wondered if I chose to stop showering and became filthy, not brushing my teeth, would they leave me alone? With my luck, I’d probably wind up with some kind of damn infection or UTI though, so I ruled it out. At least the walk-in closet had some men’s clothes that I’d thrown on after my shower, and I’d found a brand new toothbrush and box of toothpaste under the sink that I’d helped myself to.

I was getting hungry though, but I was unsure about leaving my room. Without my phone, I had no way of knowing what time it was, and the TV didn’t have it.

The grumbling of my stomach became too much, and I slid out of bed.

“Guess I need to brave it, I’m hungry,” I murmured to my little friend, and he just gazed at me through hooded eyes. I padded over to the door and pressed my ear against it, holding my breath. I couldn’t hear voices, a TV, or any sound of life outside my room.

“You coming with me?” I asked quietly as I looked back at the tabby, but he’d already closed his eyes again.

Guess I was on my own.

I sucked in a breath as I straightened my spine and turned the handle. I pulled it open, glancing out into the hall, finding all the rooms closed. Cristian had gone out, if I was to believe him, and I didn’t want to think of what crimes he was currently committing. As for the other two, I had no clue if they were here, and I padded out as quietly as I could, my socks silent on the black marble flooring on this level. I reached the staircase and peeked over, finding the living area empty, and no movement in the part of the kitchen I could see.

I continued creeping along, as quiet as possible, my senses on high alert for the wretched men of this place.

When I reached the kitchen, I relaxed slightly, accepting that they were either busy in their rooms or out for the day.

Either way, I could see if I could round up some food.

I paused in the kitchen as I opened the pantry, my gaze sliding to the elevator.

Was it possible…?

I abandoned my current task, slinking over to it and checking for a button.

Nope, no button, only that wretched key-card pad.

Had I really thought I could get away?

I let my shoulders sag, but a grumble from my stomach had me returning to the kitchen and digging through the pantry.

I found a cool bag, and I loaded it up with everything I thought I might want. Some crackers, chips, jerky, fruit. I found some soda cans in the fridge that I tossed in, along with a glass for water. I threw all sorts into the cool bag until it was full, and then I retreated back to my room, as quiet as a mouse.

If I didn’t have to leave my room and risk running into them, then I’d do just that. Maybe they’d forget all about me and leave me alone.

I scoffed softly, knowing that was unlikely. But a girl could dream.

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