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“Yeah, right. I could have let them have their way with you. Fuck, maybe I did. How would that make you feel?”

My body tenses and I want to vomit again. Nothing…feels different…

God, I can’t believe I just had to think that way.

He smiles at me. “Fucking chill, doll. Nobody touched you. Other than me. I had to carry you to this room.”

“You attacked me. You drugged me. You kidnapped me. You are so screwed when I get out of here.”

“That’s not the smartest thing to say to someone holding you captive, Annika.”

Him saying my name sends more chills throughout my body. I really need the chills to keep going and collide and stop tingling between my legs.

This isnotsome dark fantasy where I can say some magic word and everything fades away. This is real life.

“As I said, chill,” he says. “You’ll be fine. If you were going to overdose and die you would have by now. So just rest. Sleep.”

“Yeah, I’m ready for sleep,” I whisper. “No panic here at all.”

“Need another injection, doll?”

“No!” I scream. “I don’t take drugs!”

“You do now,” he says.

He moves his hands from my shoulders. A part of my fucked up head doesn’t want him to stop touching me. My head is heavy and buzzing. I don’t want to sleep but my body keeps demanding it.

“Don’t worry, doll, I’m not leaving you alone for the night. If I wanted you dead, you would be by now.”

“So, what, tomorrow I just wake up and life goes on?”

“Let me say that again, Annika,” he says. “If I wanted youtonight, you would be mine by now. Tomorrow? That’s a whole new day to face. This could be the last night of your life. And you get to spend it with me.”

There’s not a single ounce of him joking around. He means it.

He’s kept me alive tonight… just to kill me tomorrow…

ChapterSeven

PERILOUS

I should have just killedher. The fact that I didn’t…

I’m glad I have my mask on right now because I’m not sure what my face looks like. If I’m like a stone or like a shitty poker player giving away his hand.

At some point there’s only so muchGHBI can give to her before I fuck it up and she does die.

She knows she’s safe, for now. She may feel that I’veattackedorhurther, but in reality she has no idea what I’m truly capable of. As far as I can see it, she’s been treated like a fucking queen compared to others I’ve dealt with in the past. All because she fucking stepped outside at the worst possible time.

The real reason why Annika isn’t dead yet? If I dig through the ashes of what used to be a soul of mine, I would find the top layer excuse which is her looks. Her eyes—honey mixed with caramel. I can’t help but want to have those eyes looking up at me, watering with tears with my cock shoved so far down her throat, giving her an experience she’s so obviously never had.

Or the sight of her tits. Those perfect, luscious looking tits. All tucked away in her perfectly fitted bra, a tank top over that, trying to make sure the shoulder straps perfectly cover her bra, not wanting to give too much away.

Nothing could drive my cock or sexual appetite crazier than a woman who is fuckable like Annika is, but she’s all shy and shit. That’s the easy reasoning for keeping her alive. My desire and never ending supply of lust.

In reality it comes down to violence. Pure, raw violence. The fact that I—

The curtain opens and Charon stands before all of us. It’s not just ourbroodright now. The room is packed with men in robes, wearing masks. Something big is going on.

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