Page 64 of Love Sick

The threat sends a shiver down my spine as Daddy has found my weakness—I have nothing left to fight for but my freedom. Going back to Parkfields is a death sentence, an everlasting sentence, however, because death would be easy compared to living another day in that place.

I don’t reply, but Daddy can see it on my face.

“And, Dutch, you’ll do as I say because if you don’t, I’ll make you watch Luna get tortured in every possible way there is. And I can be very creative. I mean, who do you think Lana learned from?”

He looks at her with love…and then something else as he grips the back of her neck and kisses her passionately, leaving both Dutch and I speechless.

Just when I thought this couldn’t get any more messed up…

They kiss how lovers kiss, not how father and daughter should.

Alanna moans into Daddy’s mouth as he squeezes her ass. They continue kissing until Daddy pulls away, rubbing his thumb along Alanna’s bottom lip.

“Such a good girl,” he says while I hold back my vomit. “Daddy is so proud.”

Whatever Daddy did seems to calm Alanna as she smiles. “You heard Daddy. Looks like we’re all stuck together for a while. Let’s make you comfortable then.”

Daddy reaches into his pocket and gives Alanna some handcuffs. The thought of being restrained again sends me into a panic, but Dutch discreetly runs his thumb over my hip, hinting it’ll be okay.

Dutch walks me over to the bed, but Alanna shakes her head. “Not in here.”

She walks out of the room, indicating we’re to follow.

Dutch doesn’t let me go as he carries me from the room. We enter the bathroom, and when Alanna stands by an old coiled wall heater, it seems she won’t be satisfied until she strips me of my dignity as well as my clothes and freedom.

Dutch hesitates, but I wriggle subtly, wanting him to do it.

He places me on the floor, which consists of dirty, broken tiles. My naked state has the sharp edges of those tiles poking into me. And that’s the reason Alanna chose this very spot to tie me up like a dog. She handcuffs me with my hands behind my back.

Anxiety tackles me, but I look at Dutch, and those blue eyes quieten the panic. I know he won’t let anything happen to me. And when Daddy stands in the doorway, looking at me with obsessive hunger, I know he won’t either until he gets what he wants.

In case he changes his mind, I open my legs, giving him a glimpse of what he wants.

He licks his lips in approval.

As I once said, men are stupid…and that stupidity is going to bring this house of horrors to its knees.

Iwake in a cold sweat for two reasons.

The first—I had the worst nightmare; however, it was just my brain reliving the events of yesterday.

And the second is that Alanna stands over my bed, watching me.

“Hello, sleepyhead.”

Sleepyhead? I’m pretty sure I’ve been asleep for five minutes as fatigue finally overtook me. I wanted to go to Luna, but Alanna set up camp outside the bathroom, ensuring no one could go to her as she sees the way Daddy watches her.

“Hey,” I croak, sitting up and brushing the hair from my eyes.

It’s still dark out. I can’t remember the last time I saw the time, and as for what day or month it is, I have no fucking clue.

“Are you hungry? I made breakfast.”

I don’t have time to answer before Alanna is yanking off the blanket and pulling me out of bed. I’m shirtless and she makes a point of looking at my chest before lingering a little too long on the front of my boxers.

I reach for my jeans and need to sit to put them on because of this damn bandage on my knee.

“I’ll change your dressing after we eat.”

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