Page 21 of Sin Bin Bully

Iknow immediately that I’m not in the same place I was. For one, the bed underneath me feels different. Two, I’m lying in a completely different position than I fell asleep in. And three, I can just sense it, before I even open my eyes. Something is not right.

When I open them, I try to keep myself calm. I am indeed in a different room, and judging by the look of it, I don’t think I’m even at the hotel anymore.

This terrifies me for so many reasons, the biggest ones being, how did I get here, and how long was I unconscious for?

I slowly sit up, every muscle in my body screaming as I do so. My body isn’t used to this level of inactivity, nor is it used to barely eating or drinking for this long. I feel physically sick, and not just because of the situation I’m in.

The room I’m in is dark. I look around for a window, spotting one across the room with its curtains drawn shut. Standing up, I walk towards it, ignoring the pain I feel with each step. Once there, I pull back the curtains.

Outside, it’s completely pitch black. I remember falling asleep some time in the afternoon, so either a few hours passed… or over a day. For my sanity, I choose to believe the former.

“Where the fuck am I?” I whisper.

I’m not in the city anymore. The sprawling estate outside proves that.

A new surge of anxiety hits me as I realize that, and I back away from the window. My breath is coming fast, my eyes searching all around the room.

The only thing keeping me from having a full-blown panic attack is the fact that the room is absolutely gorgeous – and empty except for me. Everything about it is perfect, and for some reason that has a sort of claiming effect on me. I suppose if I was in some grimy dungeon somewhere, I’d be freaking out a lot more.

The bed is huge, even bigger than the one back at the hotel. It has white lace curtains hanging around it, exactly like I’d imagine a princess’s room to have. In fact, the whole room looks royal.

I sit on the white ottoman at the end of the bed, forcing myself to stop marveling over the décor. I’ve been kidnapped. Sam Warwick has kidnapped me.

My hand flies to my mouth as I hold back tears. I don’t want to get hysterical. I want to stay as calm as possible. If something happens, I don’t want tears clouding my vision. I want to be clear minded and ready.

The door across the room opens with no warning, making me jump up.

“Don’t come any closer,” I say, stumbling back towards the window without turning around.

He closes the door behind him and walks further in, a curious expression on his face. He says nothing as he stops a few feet away from me.

“Please, just stay right there. Don’t come closer,” I repeat.

He lifts a brow at me. “Why?”

My mouth falls open, and I find myself at a loss for words. But it doesn’t take long for me to find them.

“Why? Because you’re a psychopath. You kidnapped me and you…” I trail off as he steps closer.

“And I what?” he asks, taking another step.

I shake my head, and he grins at me. He’s amused by this. This both pisses me off and scares me.

“You…” I trail off again, unsure of what I’m trying to say. The closer he gets, the more the thoughts seem to just disappear from my head.

“Finish your sentence.”

I want to disobey. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of me doing what he says. But the tone in his voice, and the look in his eyes... they promise things that I’m not sure I want to know.

“You drugged me. And then you brought me here. I don’t even know what day it is or how we got here or anything.” My voice breaks off at the end, and a tear slips out of my eye unexpectedly.

Sam finally closes the distance between us, swiping the tear away. He lets his hand linger on the side of my face. I have no choice but to meet his gaze.

“I gave you a sedative so that this would be easier on you. It’s been about five hours since I brought you here. And I drove you here in my car.”

There’s silence between us as I stare at his dark eyes. He dips his head lower and leans in.

I’m frozen to the spot as his hand trails from my cheek, down to my neck. My hands start to tremble at my sides, and my heart pounds impossibly fast in my chest.

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