Page 57 of Psycho Sinners

“Fucking dick,” I muttered as the elevator beeped and went down.

I strode over, snatching up the bag of food, my stomach grumbling at the aromatic feast.

Whatever it was, it smelled good.

I dove into it, discovering it was some deep-fried chicken tacos with some sides, and I helped myself until I was stuffed.

I proceeded to sprawl out on the couch, the cityscape now a darkened glow around me as I stared out at it, my cheek squished into a pillow.

Honestly, it was a stunning view, this entire place was amazing, but I couldn’t appreciate it. Not with the entire held against my will thing going on.

“Just two more weeks,” I muttered to the silence around me. Give or take, but two weeks was all that was left until I was free from this nightmare.

So why did I have a sinking feeling in my gut at the thought? Would they hold up their end of the bargain?

I closed my eyes, not wanting to dwell too much on it and spiral. I had to remain positive in order to survive this.

I’d only just started to drift when the elevator dinged, and I sat up to glance over the back of the couch.

Cristian stormed in, his hands fisted at his sides, and I narrowed my eyes.

So much for a night of peace and freedom.

"There's still food on the counter," I called out as he spotted me, my voice echoing in the empty apartment. He grunted, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor as he made his way towards me. His deep brown eyes were stormy, and I could see the fury simmering beneath the surface.

"That bad of a day, huh?" I commented, trying to lighten the mood.

He ignored me, his gaze hardening as he stalked closer. I bit my lip, a knot forming in my stomach.

"Cool, great talk," I muttered under my breath as I sat up straighter and looked out over the cityscape. What were the odds he’d wander to his room and leave me alone? "What'd you say?" he barked, his voice low and dangerous.

"Great talk." I repeated, my voice steady but laced with sarcasm.

He stormed over, his eyes blazing with anger, his movements quick and predatory. I could see the wild look in his eyes, and I knew I'd regret mouthing off already. I should’ve stayed quiet.

Again, I didn’t know when to keep my mouth shut.

He grabbed me by the throat, his fingers digging into my skin. I gasped, my eyes wide as I struggled to breathe, my heart hammering violently. There was a wild look in his eyes, and I wished I’d just stayed in my damn room.

He threw me to the side, and I scrambled to get away, but he pushed me down on the floor with his foot.

"You're getting too comfortable. You need to learn your place," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

I glared up at him defiantly, a stupid move on my part, but hey, in for a penny, in for a pound. I was sick of his treatment.

"I know my place," I spat back, my voice shaking. “I’m just here for you all to rape me.”

I stiffened as he pulled a knife from his waistband, my heart nearly stopping at the specks of blood on it.

What had he done today?

He dropped down on me, and the scream caught in my throat as he held down with one hand while he ran the blade down my navel. I glared daggers at him, wishing all sorts of horrid things upon him.

"You're a psycho," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Yeah, I fucking know it," he sneered, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. "Takes one to know one though, firestarter."

I swallowed, not wanting to prod him with another retort, not when he had the tip of his blade perched precariously over my belly button.

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