Page 8 of Their Stolen Obsession
But how was I to know a lying, cheating, degrading Sebastian Chamberlain was in deep with the mob and put me in the direct path to destruction?
I didn’t. I had no fucking clue. Completely blindsided. None of this was part of the plan and I needed to feel sorry for myself for one goddamn minute. I think I deserved that.
The tears I had shed remained crusty on my cheeks, and I wiped the slight remains of my snot with the back of my hand. I had nothing else to use. No clothing, blanket, or even one tiny piece of cloth. Preston and his hounds had left me in my undergarments, for Christ’s sakes! They treated me as if I were an animal. Far worse than Mr. Pitrone’s savage dogs. An inmate had better treatment than I did, and I even had an accident in my underwear while I slept.
Weakness had taken over from not having food for I don’t even know how long. My crusted, peeled, and slightly bloody lips made me crave even a sip of water. The metallic taste was strong, and bile collected in my tummy, but I held the puke in with a hand covering my mouth until the horrible sensation dissipated. I was far too ashamed by my incontinence to add throw up into the mix.
Slowly, I got on all fours and crawled away from the wet mess on the floor. My teeth chattered as I sought any source of warmth, and I made my way to the thin mattress on the ground. I plopped down on the hard springs and curled up in the fetal position while the stink of human sweat filled my nostrils. Someone had used the mattress pad many times before me, and that thought disgusted me for a moment or two. I didn’t have time to refuse any source of heat with my lower half wet and nearly nude physique.
I pulled my knees up to my chin with my arms wrapped around my legs as I imagined Sin and Saint with me. Soft feather-like kisses from my blue-eyed beast while his best friend ravished my neck in bite marks, claiming me. The pain from his teeth sunk in deep and ignited a need I couldn’t stop as I melted under his flames. A hot concoction of torturous bliss that I used to fight, but I no longer did. They’d breathe hot against my skin as they chanted praise, leaving my flesh sizzling with need and wanting all of them. Their bodies would press against mine, creating an unknown electric sensation I hungered for. They teased me with their tongues, used me with sweet possession, and their thick dicks haunted me. I’d never get enough of these two dangerously delicious men.
My phantoms owned me, worshipped me, and loved me with all their broken souls.
They embraced me like a shield, creating the coziness I needed and protected me from the elements. Toasty hands resting on my shoulders while others snuggle sweetly against my abdomen. Their hug was tight and never-ending as they held me.
A sound made my eyes pop open. Darkness crossed over the hole in the wall briefly, and I gave my head a shake. I clamped my eyelids shut, immediately reopening them, and I was afraid my overactive imagination was getting to me.
There was the sound again in front of the door, and I waited for the wooden frame to rattle, but it never came. Instead, the sound of footsteps moved back toward the hole in the wall. They ripped me from my fantasy that would follow me to my grave if I never got out of here.
Had someone come to kill me?Put me out of my misery?
Fear vibrated through me as darkness returned, trapping me in the eerie abyss. The absence of light gave me no choice but to get off my ass. I raised my hands out in front of me and felt around for the wall. My heavy breaths were the only sound besides my hammering heart pounding in my chest and lodging up into my throat with sheer fright.
In what might have been a stupid move, I placed my eyeball straight up to the hole, wanting to see who was on the other side. There was light, and I blinked several times against the illumination, only to view the small fraction of the empty hallway. There was no movement, no more noise and pure nothingness.
My mind was playing tricks on me. I was on the brink of insanity, locked up with nowhere to go. No food, water, or proper warmth left in my filth. There was no one to turn to or talk to except my fucked-up fantasies. I’d be next in line for the insane asylum at this rate if I didn’t pull my shit together. Being six feet underground might be the best option for me, and I wished for a quick death. A bullet to the head, an unexpected explosion or…
Jesus Christ!
Instantly, I stumbled backward, breathing hard at the sight of a black pupil staring at me through the hole in the wall. My hair sucked in and out of my mouth while I trembled from the sudden shock.
Pull your shit together! Breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Yes. Nice, calm, deep breathing to block all the bullshit out.
Slowly, I moved back toward the hole, only to see a piece of rolled up paper fall through and flutter to the floor. There was something else I couldn’t quite make out pushed through the small puncture in thewall. The wrapper containing the contents made a crinkling sound when it hit the ground in front of me. I ignored the gesture because the light out in the hall came back.
I scrambled forward. My reaction time was too slow, and I had words on my lips, but nothing came out. I peeked out as I saw someone flee back down the hallway and out of sight. But I picked up the ripped piece of paper and read the words written in pencil.
There’s no way out. He will kill you. Keep your strength up.
The other item was a small candy bar. Snickers. Not my first choice, but I inhaled that chocolate bar with a fierce, mad hunger.
Six
Their Universe
Liv
Itook the only dump I had ever had in a bucket. Scratch that. Today, I took a shit in a bucket.
I tried for as long as I could to hold the belly ache in, but the odds were against me. The mini chocolate bar was the only thing to hit my stomach, and the treat didn’t do me any good. I had a quick burst of energy, but that was it. The crap ripped me apart from the inside and came out smelling foul. I couldn’t stop my body’s natural response to captivity and a Snickers bar diet.
After the nauseating event, I crashed. Again. This time on the harsh mattress pad—the only source of normalcy in this room. A fucking mattress with lumps in it.
How unlucky was I?
I awoke later, no idea how long I was out with drool leaking onto the material. I slept so deeply I must’ve had a dream I couldn’t remember, and I wished I could recollect it even if it were a goddamn nightmare. Anything was better to imagine than being holed up in this compact space, clueless to when I’d ever get out again.IfI’d even get out.
Tears pricked at my eyes, and I held them back. I had cried enough. I had to break through this fog of negativity and find a way out.
