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Murder.
How can I torture him?
I have my gun and knife. That’s enough, right? To make it hurt? To kill him?
Murder.
Death.
Torture.
Blood.
Lainey.
She better fucking be okay.
CHAPTER 28
LAINEY
My vision isblurry and my head throbs as I wake up.
Where are my glasses?
I’m blanketed in darkness with a slight glow coming from outside the window where the rain is still coming down hard.
I wonder how long I’ve been out this time. It can’t be too long.
Feeling disoriented, I tug at my hands and realize that my hands have been retied behind my back.
I bolt up in the bed and look around the room. The door is shut this time. I wonder if it’s locked? It’s not like Alex would be dumb enough to leave something for me to get out with. He’s probably outside of the door right now, waiting.
Why the fuck does it have to be sodark in this creepy ass house?
I lick my dry lips, wishing I had a nice cold water. My stomach growls, and the snacks Kalix was going to bring me earlier sound good right about now.
Fuck.
Kalix.
My stomach twists at the need for him in this moment.
I know I shouldn’t want him. Fuck, do I know that.
I shouldn’t, but I do.
There’s something intoxicating about how he shows up when I least expect it. The night at the bar when he came to my rescue, I realized I didn’t want him to stop. There was a rush I felt in that moment. He’s always in tune with everything I do. It’s both unsettling and possessive. Yet it’s the only thing that makes me feel truly alive. He’s unpredictable, and maybe a little dangerous in a way that should make me bolt in the other direction. However, when he’s near, I feel the safest I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I know without a shadow of a doubt that no one else could ever touch me or hurt me because he’d destroy anyone who’d even dare to look at me the wrong way. I mean, the man went and got a fucking bloodied rabbit tattoo after he realized he took my virginity. He’s clearly obsessive and unhinged.
It’s insane to believe, but my stalker went and made me fall in love with him. If his crazy ass doesn’t find me soon, I may never get the chance to tell him how I feel. It might be very bold of me to think that he’slooking for me, but, knowing Kalix, there is very little doubt about what he’ll do to get what he wants. He’s made it very clear to me that I’m his. If the tattoo and him breaking in to give me gifts wasn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.
I know he wants me, and that means he’s going to do what it takes to get me back. At least that’s what I keep telling myself, praying that when he came to the library to meet me and saw that I wasn’t there that he knew something was wrong.
Suddenly, my heart drops to my stomach.
Oh, no.
What if… what if he went to the library, saw that I wasn’t there, and thought that I stood him up? I mean, I had just seen the tattoo, so he might have assumed that I thought he was legit psychopath for doing that. I even called him one to his face… and he kind of is, but he’s my psycho.
