Page 5 of Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 6)

I took another deep breath and shut my eyes for a moment as I thought deeply. Then I got it.

I opened my eyes once again and licked my dry lips with nervousness.

“Uncle Herbert?” I asked, my voice soft. I wanted to convey to him with my docile tone that I wasn’t going to fight him, that I wasn’t going to try and run away. I wanted him to trust me.

He smiled at me, his gaze on me. “What is it, love?”

He didn’t seem suspicious, which was a relief to me.

I wiggled my body and groaned in pain. “I’m sore,” I said. “Can you please untie my arms?”

He raised a brow at me. “Is it that uncomfortable, love?”

I licked my lips again. “Yes, it’s very uncomfortable. And I think my wrists are bruised.”

He raised his heavy body and leaned forward to look at my tightly bou

nd wrists. “Shit!” he swore as he quickly untied the rope. “Uncle is sorry, love. I didn’t mean to bruise your beautiful white skin like that.”

Once I was untied, I gladly moved my arms to my sides, sighing a breath of relief. God, I felt numb all over.

I sat up and rested my back against the head of the bed while I rubbed my wrists.

“Are you all right, love?” Herbert asked.

I avoided looking directly into his eyes. God, how I wanted to laugh. “Are you all right, love?” Truly, this man genuinely sounded worried about my well-being, but of course, I knew better than to trust him or his concerned words. This guy was fucking twisted, after all.

I said, “I’m dehydrated.”

Herbert sprang onto his feet immediately. “I’ll get you some water,” he said and rushed out the door.

I noted he left the door wide open, and I knew I still wouldn’t be able to escape if I wanted to. Firstly, I knew he was in that front room, ready for any retaliation. He is always ready for any retaliation from me. And secondly, even though he was heavy, his movement was quite quick when it came to hurting those weaker than him, such as me and Andy when we had been young. He’d pounce on me the moment I made a move, the moment he knew I was trying to escape his clutches.

It was only a few seconds later that he returned with a bottle of water in his hand. Of course he wouldn’t leave for too long since I was fully awake.

Sitting back down on the side of the bed, he handed me the bottle.

I took it, making thoroughly noting that the seal was not broken and the bottle hadn’t been tampered with.

I twisted the lid open and then drank to my heart’s content. Once I was satisfied, I put the lid back on and returned my eyes to Herbert, who was obviously watching me with something akin to adoration.

I began. “Do you do this sort of thing you’ve done to me with other—”

I wanted to say children but felt rather sick thinking about that word in relation to Herbert. In the end, I decided to use the word people instead.

“People? I mean do you do this sort of thing to other people, too?” I asked.

Herbert furiously shook his head in the negative as he moved closer to me.

“Oh, no, sweeting. Not other people. Just you and your brother. Uncle could never imagine doing that sort of thing to other people, not even your aunt.” He laughed as if he found that funny. “That old hag is the last person I’d ever want to make love to.”

Make love? That was what he called what he had done to me and Andy? Lovemaking? When we had barely reached our teens. When we hadn’t even reached the age of consent yet? When it had been forced? When it had been molestation and rape?

I felt sick to my stomach once again and wanted to throw up all that water I’d just drunk.

I closed my eyes, commanding my stomach to stay calm. Once I managed that, I turned my attention to Herbert once again.

“Why?” I couldn’t help asking. “Why does it have to be me and Andy?”

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