Page 8 of Master of My Life

Her lips parted as it all suddenly made sense. Why he kept urging her to go. She refused, but he

kept trying, still believing they belonged together. Tears burned her eyes as she realized how much

faith he had in her, in their relationship. “I’ll go on Friday.”

He kissed her gently on the lips. “Thank you, my love.”

Dark.

Dark and cold.

A ghostly chill seeped into Sabrina’s body from the rough stone floor beneath her knees.

The room was empty, but she felt a presence.

She felt him.

She sensed him.

Echoes of an angry voice swirled around and around, lifting her into the air and

pushing her here and there.

And then suddenly . . .

Silence.

She waited on her knees.

Waiting.

For him.

“You are mine, Sabrina!” a voice hissed in her ear.

She jerked and turned to see him standing above her. Him. Her Master.

“No,” she whispered.

His eyes narrowed. “I brought you into this world for a purpose. Do you think I’d just

let you escape?”

“I don’t want you!”

Chills ran through her body at his wicked smile. “It is not your choice, little one. You

are mine. You were mine before you were born.” He lunged toward her.

She screamed and tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her. She flailed her arms and

legs as he pulled her into his embrace.

“No! I don’t want you!”

She pushed at him with all her strength, trying to free herself from his iron grip.

Her strength failed.

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