Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
"Handcuffed to your bed?"
"If you behave like a good girl, I'll give you more freedom."
"Great," she spits out, closing her eyes. Her body is wracked by sobs then. Soft whimpers escape her lips, and she stops caring. I watch her cry.
She's hiding something. I'll get it out of her soon enough. But not today. Today, Monroe needs to be comforted. Something that's fucking alien to me. Yet seeing her like this makes me want to learn how to help her.
Frustrated, I walk out of the room and slam the door shut. Leaning against it, I try to come to terms with everything that's happened.
There's an innocent girl handcuffed to my bed. Even if she isn’t a virgin, she is inexperienced, fucking naïve, and much too young for me.
Yet I already know I can't ever let her go.
6
Monroe
What the hell was I thinking? Why did I lie to him? I should have told him the truth that yes, I’m a fucking virgin. While my high school friends were going on dates and having sex, I spent my teenage years working and taking care of my grandma.
I have no idea what possessed me to lie, but the way he got mad about my possible innocence scared the shit out of me. He keeps saying he won’t kill me, but how can I believe him? What if he is only keeping me alive for sex? That would be more likely than anything else.
All these unanswered questions are giving me a headache, or maybe it’s the crying. I try to rub my forehead, forgetting I’m cuffed to the bed. The metal digs into my skin as I tug on it, causing me to yelp out in pain. Fuck.
Fresh tears fall down my cheek, soaking his crisp white pillow. I hope I at least leave a stain. It’s a ridiculous thought, but somehow it calms me a little. If I leave a stain, he’ll have to wash it, and imagining him doing the laundry makes him seem a little less scary and more… normal.
I’m not sure how long I’m left alone in the bed, but it feels like a long time. I’m exhausted, and my head hurts, but I still can’t go to sleep. My eyes won’t stay closed.
Just as the first morning light filters through the curtains, the door opens, and A's huge form enters the room. I try to sit up as much as I can, feeling a bit safer that way. Of course I know that’s an illusion. I’m not in any less danger.
“Did you not sleep any?”
“It’s a little hard to get comfortable being cuffed to the bed of the person I watched kill two people hours ago.”
Frowning at my answer, he reaches for something in his back pocket, and I immediately regret my mouthing off. A scream builds in my throat, but then I realize he only grabbed the key.
“I’m going to uncuff you, and then we’re both going to lie down and go to sleep,” he tells me while reaching for the cuffs. The click of the lock meets my ear, and then I’m free.
Pulling my arms down, I rub at my shoulders to alleviate the soreness from having been raised for so long. He undresses, and no matter how much I tell myself to look away, my gaze stays glued to him. His body is a work of art—his muscular form covered in ink and scars that tell a story of a savage life.
“I was only going to sleep, but if you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to do more than that,” A warns, and I avert my vision to the ceiling, making him chuckle.
A moment later, the mattress dips, and he moves to lie beside me. I’m still staring at the ceiling when his arm wraps around my body, and he pulls me into his. My back is against his chest, his body wrapped around mine like a blanket. I want to object… should object, but he is so warm, and his skin on mine feels so good.
“Sleep,” he whispers into the shell of my ear, and against all odds, I do.
I wake up with something heavy draped over my middle, pushing me down into the most comfortable mattress I’ve ever slept on.
Opening my eyes, I feel nothing but disappointed in myself. Bright light is coming through the window, filling every corner of the room. How could I have slept through the night? In his bed. With him next to me. I’m still shocked that he left me uncuffed during the night, but then again, he is holding on to me like a bear holds a salmon.
Cursing myself, I force my breathing to remain even while I listen intently, trying to figure out if A is still sleeping. When I hear nothing but his heavy breath, I decide to take my chance. Ever so slowly, I wiggle my way out of his arm and off the mattress.