Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I force myself to look into his eyes and give him a smile that has his smile stretching, like he’s struck gold.
“Well, I didn’t think I’d ever find someone just like me.”
“Oh, honey, you have no idea. Tell me, what are you going to do to me?”
I lick my lips.
“Oh, you have no idea the things I’m going to do to your body. Would you like this knife inside you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “But not until the end.”
“What parts of your body do you want me to cut?”
“All of it. Every single inch of flesh.”
He laughs, wildly and in a way that makes me so damned sick I have to bite my lip to stop it from trembling.
I’ve got this.
God dammit, I’ve got this.
Blood is flowing down my leg and onto the sheet. I glance at it and watch as he runs his finger through it and puts it in his mouth. I clench my teeth together, because if I don’t I’m going to gag. He grins at me.
“Tell me, what did you do to all the others? I want details.”
He sits on a chair beside the bed and gives me a look that makes my insides twist. Then, he starts telling me all the horrific things he has done to the three other girls he has captured. Things I can’t even let penetrate my mind, because they’ll break me. Instead, I tug on my chains, squirming like it’s turning me on.
I need to make him unbuckle me.
It’s the only way I’ll get out.
“You want to touch yourself, don’t you?” he growls
“Yes,” I plead. “Keep me chained, just let my hands free so I can.”
He does as I ask. The stupid fucking moron.
As soon as he releases me, I let my hands down and rub my bound fists over my crotch. I’m not touching myself, not even close, but he thinks he has struck gold. He shoves his hands down his pants and it takes everything, absolutely everything inside of me, not to vomit and cry until I can’t breathe.
“Tell me more,” I plead.
He does, stroking and talking, telling me the most horrific things. He finishes with a grunt in his pants, and I give a giggle that terrifies even me. “I think you’ve made a mess.”
He chuckles. “I’ll be right back.”
He gets up and leaves the room.
The stupid, pathetic, sick asshole just got up, walked out, and left me unshackled. He didn’t even lock the door. He fell for my little trick so well, that he has already forgotten I’m a prisoner. My hands are cuffed, but that isn’t going to stop me. I leap out of the bed so quickly I stumble. I’m losing a little more blood than I’d like, but I can’t worry about that now. I have seconds. Sheer seconds.
I run out of the door, hands bound in front of me.
I make it to the living room and I can hear the shower running.
That moron.
Honestly, I didn’t think it would be so easy to trick someone.
But my plan worked.
I see his phone on the table and I grab it, stuffing it down my pants. I’m going to need that. I also open the front door, to make it look like I’ve gone out.
He thinks I’m going to run, that’ll be exactly what he assumes has happened and that’s exactly what I want him to think. Most girls, if any have ever escaped before, would run straight out into those woods that I have no doubt he knows incredibly well.
We’re out in the middle of nowhere, I know that much—running is pointless.
So, I walk around the house until I find a secure spot to hide. He’ll never assume I’ll stay in the house.
Why would he?
I find an old, shut up room with sheets over the furniture.
An old closet is shoved in the corner. Perfect.
I open it quietly, heart racing, and I climb in. It’s dusty and dirty, but it’s the perfect spot. I close it, and then I open the phone. It’s only a cheap phone, so it isn’t locked. I dial Waverly’s number, the only person’s I know by heart.
“Hello?” she answers.
“Waverly,” I whisper. “It’s Merleigh.”
“Merleigh, oh god, honey, are you okay?”
“I’ve been taken. I’m hiding. I escaped, but I don’t know where I am. I didn’t have time to find a location. I stole his phone. I need you to find out where I am and come and get me.”
“Okay, okay, yes. I’m going to take this to the police and they can track the number. Do not part with that phone Merleigh, do not, no matter what. It’ll be what leads us to you. We’re coming, honey.”
I go to say more but I hear the shouts as he figures out I’m gone. I double check the phone is on silent and I clench my eyes shut as I hear him barreling through the house. I’m right, he doesn’t even bother to look around. I hear the sound of a gun cocking and then the front door slam.