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KALI

Arough hand on my shoulder jolts me from sleep. My eyes snap open to see Matias looming over me, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light of our cell. My friends are still sleeping soundly.

“Get up,” he growls, yanking me to my feet. I stagger, my heart pounding.

Where is he taking me?

Matias drags me out of the cell, his grip on my arm painfully tight. I glance back at my sleeping friends, a pang of fear striking my chest. I wish I could wake them and beg for their help, but I know they can’t help me.

We move through the dim, concrete hallways. My bare feet slap against the cold floor as I struggle to keep up with Matias’s long strides. I try to calm my racing thoughts and focus on putting one foot before the other.

Suddenly, Matias shoves me through a doorway into a small, sparse room. I stumble, barely catching myself before I fall. My eyes dart around, taking in the sparse furnishings—a bed, a table, a single chair.

Matias closes the door behind us, locking it with an ominous click. I back away, my heart pounding in my ears. “What do you want?” I ask.

He advances, his expression unreadable. “You,” he says.

What is he going to do to me? I glance toward the door, wondering if I could make a break for it, but I know it’s futile. Matias is bigger and stronger. He would catch me easily.

Slowly, Matias reaches out and trails a finger down my cheek. I flinch at his touch, my skin crawling. “Don’t be afraid,” he coaches. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I want to believe him, but the predatory look in his eyes tells a different story. I brace myself, knowing I can’t stop whatever happens next.

“My beautiful rabbit,” he murmurs, moving closer. The nickname makes my heart skip a beat, as it’s so odd. “Do you know what you do to me?” He bares his teeth. “Why are you so different?”

I’ve got no idea what he’s talking about. All I know is I need to get away from him.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” I stammer, hating how weak I sound.

Matias steps closer, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he growls,tracing my jawline with calloused fingers.

I resist the urge to pull away, knowing it will only worsen things.

“You’re different,” he says. “There’s something about you that calls to me.” His hand moves down, skimming along the curve of my neck.

I swallow hard, my mind racing as I stand before this psychopath. All I want is to find an escape. My fingers twitch as I glance at the door, wanting to run.”

Matias must sense my unease because he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Ah ah ah.” His grip tightens. “No running, baby. You’re mine now.”

I shudder at his possessive tone, a sick feeling settling in my stomach. “Please,” I whisper. “Just let me go back to the others.”

Matias lets out a dark chuckle, his breath fanning across my face. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he murmurs. “You and I... we have some unfinished business.”

Before I can react, he pulls me closer, his lips crashing down on mine in a bruising kiss. I gasp, my hands coming up to push against his chest, but he’s too strong. He holds me in place, his tongue plunging into my mouth.

I try to break the kiss, but Matias tightens his grip, his fingers digging into my skin. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can focus on is the burning need for air.

When I’m sure I’m going to pass out, Matias pulls away, leaving me gasping and trembling. He smirks, his gaze dark and hungry. “That’s just a taste of what’s to come,” he murmurs. “You and I, we’re going to have so much fun.”

My fingers tremble as I raise them to my lips. Matias’s kiss has shaken me, my body reacting in ways I don’t understand.

This man is a literal psycho, a dangerous predator. Yet, something about him calls to me on a primal level.

I hate it. I hate the way he makes me feel. The way my traitorous body yearns for him. Matias strips all of my resistance away, leaving me vulnerable.

My heart pounds as I stare at him, trying to make sense of the maelstrom of emotions. I should be terrified and doing everything in my power to get away. Instead, all I can think about is how his lips felt against mine, the way his hard body pressed against me.

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