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I’m beyond the word “tired”.

I’m broken.

Not only physically with the numbness and every limb on my body that aches, but mentally.

I’ve had challenges in my life, knew what it meant to be independent and fend for myself at a very young age.

I just didn’t know that this was possible.

Emric won’t stop questioning me.

Torturing me.

The same inquisitions and threats that I’m terrified that he’ll finally act on. Some he has, others he leaves to my imagination, and that thing jumps leaps and bounds to the possibilities of what he’s capable of doing.

Except for last night.

Last night was different.

I didn’t doubt him on anything he’s ever said to me. He creates what he says valid within an instant.

I just never expected him to screw a woman in front of me with nothing but pure hate and thirst in his eyes.

He wanted me.

His thrusts were ruthless and unkind. He panted like an animal, demanding his release while the black tattoos along his broad and tight chest came to life. I couldn’t make them out because I wasn’t able to pry my eyes away from his.

From practically drowning me with buckets of water, to thrusting a blade into my flesh, yesterday took the cake.

I could see his demons.

They craved to fuck, depart, and free themselves within him.

He wanted to touch me, spilling some of the vivid thoughts from his imagination out.

I don’t even believe that was the tip of the iceberg of all the ideas he had in store if he does get his hands on me like that.

And when he splayed his thumb over my lip, marking me with his release...my body rocked with turbulence and disorientation.

I heard what he said.

I just didn’t believe it.

Now I’m confident I was continuing on with my nightmare because this morning, Emric rudely woke me up, yanked me off the floor and threw a coat over my back.

His threats were explicit on throwing me down the stairs if I screamed as we left the apartment he brought me to.

Now I’m sitting in the backseat of an SUV with him beside me. No blindfold blocks out my vision as we ride to a destination that I haven’t been told of yet.

Not that I expected to.

My hope of being released has diminished, beaten, and yanked from me because the man to my right, isn’t going to let me loose.

Why would he?

He knows I could run to the police, have a description drawn up of him, to be publicly displayed around the state.

It’s too risky.

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