Page 42 of Beautiful Liar

This was too good to be true right from the start. Had I been reading this in the paper or watching it on some shitty documentary on TV, I’d be screaming at the brainless bitch for being so gullible.

But reality is a stark, terrifying place.

“You need help, Lucky. I’m offering it. All you need to say is yes.”

The fight drains out of me so swiftly and so harshly, it actually resonates as physical pain within my bones. I want to drop where I stand, hand over the life I’m fighting so hard for to somebody. Anybody.

Him.

My booted foot kicks back against the door in a feeble attempt not to give in.

But he has all the time in the world.

Whereas I can count the grains of sand left in my hourglass.

I pick up my heavy head. Attempt to shake it, but it moves in the opposite direction.

“Say it, Lucky. If you want my help, say yes. Give yourself to me.”

My heartbeat slows to a drugged thudding. I look into the camera. “Yes.”

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She’s mine.

And now she’s exactly where I want her.

Fully under my control.

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