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I open my eyes when I hear Cameron speak, leaning forward and turning the volume up, watching him and Callie intently.

“He became obsessed with you! He wanted to hurt you because he couldn’t hurt Clarissa. He spent time away frommebecause he was too busy planning things foryou!” he shouts, walking to the other side of the room which is off-screen.

“Do Johnny or Colin have a lead yet?” I ask, my eyes drifting from the screen to Connor. He frowns and shakes his head. “I think he’s losing it, he’s all over the place, and he's so angry. Now he’s gone off-screen, and I feel like this is about to get really bad, Con. I can’t watch this.”

Chapter Forty

Callie

When Cameron walks to the other side of the room, my head lazily flops to the side so that I can watch him. My eyes become unfocused as the pain in my head intensifies. I blink a couple of times and then squint in Cameron’s direction. Nausea rolls in my stomach when I see another metal table with an array of tools on top of it.

My breathing quickens, my chest heaving as panic settles in.

The feel of something cold against the underside of my boob seems to jolt my memory.

Ryker’s knife.

Holy shit! Kat!

“Cameron, is Kat okay?” His hand hovers over a knife as he looks at me over her shoulder, smirking.

“I’m not sure. I wasn’t too concerned about her before we left. I had a short time frame to do what I needed to do and then get us both out.”

“Please, just tell me if she’s alive!”

“Did you know that Fraser had to pay to fuck you?” He asks, avoiding my question. He picks up a sharp knife from the table and walks towards me, swinging it around by the leather handle.

I cringe, close my eyes, and take a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm my breathing and slow my heart rate.

Smooth, cold metal slides down my leg, and I fist my hands, focusing on breathing and hoping that he doesn’t turn the knife so that the blade is touching me instead of the flat side.

“Dad owed some money, so he made Fraser pay for your services. We thought that it’d be a good way to break you, but that didn’t happen, did it, Callie? Why didn’t it break you?”

I don’t reply to his taunts.

“It didn’t break you because you enjoyed it!”

His shout makes me jump, and I feel the sharp point of the knife sink into my lower leg. When I don’t make a sound, he digs the knife in further, twisting it until I scream.

“Please, Cameron. Stop!” I beg.

“I watched you with him every single time, Callie. I know that you enjoyed it.” He pulls the knife away from me, moving to the other side of the table now.

“No. I didn’t! I hated it every single time.”

“Don’t lie to me!” He roars, slicing the knife along my left thigh. I cry out in pain, and my body thrashes against the table.

“Fuck you!” I spit through clenched teeth. Breathing heavily as my leg begins to throb, and I watch as blood begins to leak out.

“Oh, so you remember that night as well, do you?”

My body stops moving, my mouth slams shut and my wide eyes connect with his. He watches me with a crazed grin as his words settle into my brain.

“W-what?”

His head drops back as a booming laugh echoes around the room. I shudder, my eyes pooling with tears as my head starts to shake from side to side.

“No. That didn’t happen.”

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