I gasped as a cold, tingling sensation wrapped around me, my body feeling light and heavy all at once. The trees above me distorted, and darkness swirled in my vision. He reached down and placed his arms underneath me, lifting me easily to rest against his chest.
He pressed his lips against my forehead and whispered.
“Now, you’re mine.”
Then, everything went black.
Theroomwaswarmand welcoming with light purple walls, the same color Lila had picked for her apartment. A dresser was pushed against the far wall, opposite the bed, with some of her favorite pictures spread across the top. Her journal lay on the nightstand next to a vase filled with her favorite flowers.
Lila lay curled up in a ball on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The sedative had knocked her out faster than I thought, her body going completely limp in just a few seconds.
She let out a soft moan, and her eyes began to open slowly. My heart pounded as she looked around the room, her face etched in fear, before her eyes finally landed on me. A soft whimper escaped her lips as I stood from the chair I’d been sitting in and walked toward her. She scurried back, pressing against the wall, getting as far from me as she could.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice shaking.
My hood still covered my face as I walked forward, watching as she became increasingly unsettled. I lowered my hood as I stood in front of her, anxiety flitting through my chest. She gasped and shook her head as she let the realization sink in.
“Jason, from the club,” she whispered as her eyes widened.
I looked down at her, those piercing blue eyes peering at me with fear and confusion. Her bright red hair was disheveled, sticking up at odd angles. Leaves and tiny sticks were embedded in her hair, and dirt was smeared across her cheeks and forehead. I reached forward to wipe it away, but she jerked back, her hands shooting up in a defensive gesture.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I murmured, wiping away some of the dirt anyway.
Her body tensed under my touch, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her fists.
“Then why am I here?” she asked.
I stepped back and leaned against the dresser, crossing my arms over my chest. Nothing I said right now would bring her any comfort, so I just spoke the truth.
“Because I want you here,” I said, matter-of-factly.
She leaned against the headboard, the shirt she wore sliding down just enough to reveal the tops of her breasts. My cock hardened at the sight of her, so fragile and broken.
“What happened to Casey?” she said, panic lacing her voice.
“She’s fine. Just knocked out with a sedative.”
Her shoulders slumped forward with relief at my words and she sank into the bed, pulling a pillow over her stomach.
“That was you that sent the hand, wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t bother with lies. I wanted her to know it was me. It wasallme.
“Why? Why would you do that to him?”
Anger flared in my chest as I remembered his hand on her, touching what was mine.
“Because he touched you,” I said with a shrug.
“Casey will come looking for me, you know,” she scoffed.
I chuckled darkly and shook my head, pulling out her phone from my jacket pocket.
“Casey thinks you took off because you were scared.”
I walked over to the dresser and placed the phone down, feeling her eyes follow me as I moved.
