Page 53 of Blood Bonds

Well, what the fuck did I have to lose?

“I wish these ropes would loosen enough for me to get my hands free… oh my God!” I cried out in shock because unbelievably it actually worked! The ropes did just exactly what I asked and fell away from my wrists like they had a life of their own. My god, was that all it took?

I quickly got up from the bed and was forced to use the bathroom, feeling desperate after I had slept. I also didn’t feel like wetting myself during this little escape plan of mine, so gave into nature and answered the call.

The next part of my plan involved finding my sweater because I was still in just my bra and jeans. At least they hadn’t undressed me fully. But as I stuffed my feet back into my sneakers, the biggest wave of déjà vu hit me. It made me wonder if there would be a third kidnapping… and would I be trying to find all of my clothes next time? The thought made me shiver.

I was so embarrassed when I thought back to what I had let them do to me. I had already checked in the mirror to find no marks on my neck, nor was there any blood left on my skin. What they had done while I was asleep. Had they cleaned me up? Had they licked the rest of the blood from where it dripped down my neck? Licked me clean? Touched me or played with my hair? And why did the thought turn me on so fucking much?!

What the hell was wrong with me?

A question I seemed to be asking myself a lot lately.

Well, it would be time to ask myself that when I finally got myself home…again.At least I knew the way this time.

I approached the door to the room and wasn’t surprised to find it locked. Oh, and what was this…? A few extra locks had been fitted for good measure…cute, I thought with a wry smile.

“I wish the door to be open,” I said, waiting until I heard the now multiple locks all slide and the door opened.

“Wow, this is seriously cool,” I said as I stepped through, pausing only to remember another wish I should make.

“I wish all the guards on this floor to leave and have something else to deal with.” That was just in case any were inside the apartment, so they couldn’t sound the alarm. Once I felt like I had given this enough time, I left, making my way down the same hallway, and glancing once more at the macabre artwork.

It didn’t take me long before I found my sweater, along with my bag and phone. I was almost grinning to myself, thinking about Victor and how he would never have believed that I wouldbe walking out of here with everything I needed to escape. His city or not, he clearly had underestimated the power of luck. Although, even I could barely believe it, being forced to question not only how it happened but most importantly…

When would it wear off?

The second I got home, I made it my priority to ring Stacey.

Her voice answered with a panicked, “Where the hell have you been?!” I opened my mouth to blurt it all out and nothing happened.

“Nessa?” She said my name and all I could come up with was a lame,

“Hey girl.”

She scoffed and said, “Don’t you dare give me that! And what was with that message last night? ‘Cause if you expect that you can send me something like that and not give me every detail, then we got friend problems and I am signing us up for therapy!”

Damn it, why didn’t I check what Victor had messaged her last night before making this call? Well, it was too late now.

I paced from one side of the apartment to the other as I thought of what to say. The thick black rug was now marred with a trail of my turmoil.

“Well?!” Stacey snapped, making me decide to go with what I assumed Victor had said, taking my advice.

“Okay, so like I said, I bumped into an old friend and when they asked me to help them unpack…”

“You thought you would unpack your panties?” she asked, making me screech,

“What?!”

“Although what did you give the other one, your bra…? I mean, hey, I’m not judging here but two super-hot brothers and twins at that! When you swear off men and then go back again, you’re really not messing around.” During this whole girly rant of hers I was shaking my head as if this was a nightmare. Of course, there was only one way of truly knowing what shit Victor had landed me in. So, I quickly told her,

“I will call you back.”

“No, wait… don’t you dare hang up on…!”

I tapped the red phone icon and quickly scanned through the messages, and it was no wonder why I missed what ‘I had said’ when Victor was pretending to me. Because there were about forty messages from Stacey in response. Okay, so most were eggplant and fire emojis… oh, and don’t get me started on the gifs. Everything from sexy dancing sandwiches, hotdogs falling from the sky, and male strippers ripping off their tight underpants.

But I passed them all, my heart hammering at what his message must have been for her to have sent me all of that.

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