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Not at all.

I open my mouth to speak, but he plunges a needle into my neck. It takes me a minute to register what’s happening and realize that this man is drugging me. The effects are almost immediate, and as he puts the truck into drive and speeds off, my face presses against the window, and through my blurred vision, I see Ciara running down the road.

After that, everything goes black.

When I wake, I’m not in the truck anymore. I’m lying on a cold concrete floor, and the sound of dripping water helps bring me around to reality. A moment or two passes as I try to getmy foggy mind to remember what happened. As it slowly comes back to me, panic grips my chest.

Hound.

Hound has me.

Fear washes over my body as I try to push myself up off the floor, but my body won’t work. I can barely lift my head; I’m still feeling the effects of the drugs too heavily. A frustrated little cry leaves my lips, but it does nothing to get my body to work.

Hound has me.

I had a feeling, a bad feeling, that something would go wrong with this plan. I knew Hound would follow us, but none of us thought he would take the chance to take me then and there, not in the middle of a street. We had eyes on us, so why did nobody see him approach.

Did he hurt someone to get to me?

My mind is spinning, and as I heave and look around, I know that I’m somewhere I can’t escape from. A large concrete basement type room with only one small window that is so high I can’t possibly reach it. There is a door, a rusting steel door, and nothing else. There is literally nothing else in the room with me.

Just the cold floor I’m lying on.

The door rattling has my eyes turning in that direction to see it open. Hound steps in, a knife in his hand, and he looks down at me, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, look who’s awake. How are you feeling, Serenity?”

I try to squirm, to curse, to do anything, but nothing comes out.

He chuckles. “I wouldn’t bother trying to get up. The drugs I gave you will last hours, and when they start to run out, I’ll simply give you more.”

He walks over, kneeling in front of me, running his finger over the glistening blade of the knife. “Remember how scared you were of me when you were a little girl?”

I remember.

I’ll never forget it.

Hound, on more than one occasion, was given permission to punish me when I wasn’t doing what Hogan wanted.

He scared me more than my own father, mostly because I hoped, somewhere deep in my broken soul, that my father would stop before he ever killed me. Hound, on the other hand, I never thought would stop. If given the chance, he would happily have killed me.

Now he has his chance.

“Your club really didn’t think their little plan through, did they? You don’t think I’m stupid, do you? I know exactly what you were all hopin’ to do. You forget, Serenity, that I’m always one step ahead.”

I’m panting, and drool begins trickling out the sides of my mouth, but it doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t stop it.

He chuckles, lifting my head. “I promise when the time comes, I’ll make your death quick. I need Jackson to give me what I want first. Until then, you and I are going to have some fun. I wonder where we should start?”

He runs the knife blade down my throat, over the little hollow there, and between my breasts. Just enough for it to sting, but not enough to actually cut the flesh. My heart skips a beat, but my body won’t allow me to move. No amount of force will get my limbs to do anything. I’m terrified, and I can’t even fight back.

“Have you ever been fucked with a knife? I hear it’s painful.”

Sick.

Sick. Fuck.

“We don’t want to go straight there, though. No, I want to have a little fun, first. I wonder how Jackson would feel if I sent him your finger? Do you think he’d take me seriously then?”

I mumble and gag on my own saliva, trying to shake my head, trying to move away, but nothing I do works.

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