Page 126 of Cuffed By Love

“Listen to me, you fucking whore.” Scott growls sinisterly as he progresses toward me. I want to run, but my legs feel so weak and heavy I couldn’t even if I tired. I suck in a deep breath before his fingers grip my throat and squeeze. “You had me locked up. You said you loved me, but you ratted me out and ruined my fucking life all because I slapped you around a little bit.”

“Slapped me around? You tried to kill me. You’re fucking crazy and in need of some serious psychological help.” I croak, sucking in small sips of air.

“Mira!’ Devin’s voice comes from the door, and he pounds his fist into the door. Scott’s fingers loosen when he hears Devin’s voice, I kick him away from me and suck in a deep breath to fill my burning lungs with oxygen.

“Devin!” I scream when Scott hurls me up and clamps his hand over my mouth. I fight in his hold and bite his hand as hard as I can until I get the metallic taste of blood, and my stomach lurches. Scott howls and throws me on the ground like a rag doll. A blinding pain shoots through my side, and I know I’ve busted a rib. I scream.

“Mira?!” I vaguely hear Devin’s voice and the pounding against the door. Scott looks at his hand, and his gaze darkens; he looks at me with eyes full of venom. He slaps me again, and I fall back in a daze, the back of my head colliding with the solid wood floor. My mouth fills with blood, and I spit it out.

“He’s not going to have you.” He snarls perilously, pulling me up till I’m half sitting up and he flicks open a pocketknife. I look at the silver blade he holds out in front of my face. I can vaguely hear Devin’s voice and the hinges rattling as he tries to break down the door to get to me.

This was it. I lay defeated, staring up at him, motionless. Waiting for him to plunge that blade into my chest, my heart, my neck.

Waiting for death.

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