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She’s with a friend, Bonnie, and the two of them want me to go with them, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. Their plan is to take Marek down, to destroy him by exposing him to the world.They are going to take pictures, videos, and Bonnie who was a journalist, is going to release an article to the world exposing him.

The plan is to shut down his show, and with that, he’ll be forced to leave.

He has issues with their club, and mostly, the club wants to see him destroyed.

It’s a good plan.

If they take me, though, and he figures it out before they can release that article, things might just go bad.

I tell them to leave me. Their plan won’t work if they don’t. Hesitantly, Alexis agrees and slips me her phone.

Is this my chance for freedom?

It’s hard watching her leave, but for the first time since I was captured, I have a glimmer of hope that things might just work out for the best. Even though I have hope, I also have this nagging feeling in my chest about going back. It causes my heart to dip and my stomach to sink, a twinge of depression to scratch the surface. I’m terrified to admit it, but a huge part of me doesn’t want to go home.

I keep the phone off, in case I need it, but part of me does wonder if I should contact Carter. Maybe I should tell him I’m okay? Do I want to tell him? Or do I want to just disappear and never look back? My mind is swimming with the possibilities and no matter how much I go over them, I can’t seem to settle on one, solid plan.

All I can think about is Marek.

That is, until another few days pass and my world is ripped from beneath me.

One minute, it’s deadly silent in this dark, gloomy cage and the next there are guards pouring into the tent, pulling girls from their cages and cuffing them as they drag them out, one by one. Heart racing, I curl my fingers around the bars andwatch, confused. What the hell is going on? Even the guards look worried.

Did Bonnie release the story?

When they make it to my cage, I don’t fight.

Something about their expressions tells me that would be a bad idea.

I’m pulled out and my feet wobble as cuffs are slapped on my wrists before I’m dragged from the tent and thrown into a massive truck. It looks like a moving truck, and when I glance around, I see it’s filled with all the girls, most of them just staring at nothing, their eyes wide with fear, but not a single word comes from any of them. I shuffle to the back corner, and press in, watching in horror as the truck is slammed shut.

Then we’re moving.

It feels like we bump up and down in this hot truck for at least twelve hours. I drift off in that time, coming to only when the truck stops and the back door swings open. Marek stands, surrounded by men, and his face is scarily calm as he orders them to get us out and into a large shipping container at a dock, where a huge boat is lined up. Where the fuck are they taking us? Why would they want to put is in a shipping container unless they are planning on sneaking us out of the country?

Oh god.

Frantically, I fumble for the phone and pull it out of my pants, turning it on. This is my only chance to save myself. I need to make a call, turn on the location, something. The phone feels as though it takes forever to start up, and when it finally does, my fingers desperately move over the keys trying to find the location settings. A hand curls around my wrist and my head whips up to see Marek leaning over me, his eyes flashing with rage.

He snatches the phone, using his foot to slam down over it, until it cracks and breaks. Tears burst forth as I watch in horror,my last chance for freedom now gone. Hauling me up, Marek doesn’t release me as he drags me out of the truck. I should have hidden the phone better. What was I thinking? I was in such a hurry to get it on before the guards got to me, that I didn’t bother being more careful.

“You’re a silly girl, Ellie Mae,” Marek growls. “You’ll pay for that.”

“Don’t take me,” I beg, digging my heels in, trying to stop him from pulling me. “Please, Marek.”

He glances back at me, his eyes flashing. “I own you now.”

No.

No.

I twist and squirm, fight and pull, using my teeth to bite at any part of him I can as he hauls me by the waist out of the truck and onto the ground. My teeth sink into flesh and his growls of pain fill my ears, but he doesn’t let me go. He barks something, but I’m in too much of a frenzy to hear what he says. I kick, punch, do anything I can but I’m stopped quicky when a sting shoots through my neck. I sway as I realize that they just injected me with something.

My legs go weak and my head swims as Marek scoops me into his arms, striding with me.

“You’re mine, now,” he murmurs, “little dancer.”

“No,” I croak, before my eyes flutter closed.

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