How did I get here?
I search back through my mind to the last thing I can remember.
I remember leaving the hospital after visiting Killian and then…Nothing.
Everything after that is hazy and broken, flashes of images I’m not even sure are real.
Then I woke up here.
Oh my god…
I tug at my restraints again, getting more and more frustrated the harder I pull and still nothing happens.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
“I wouldn’t waste your time, sweetheart. Gonna need to save your strength for what I have planned for you.” The man’s deep gruff voice sends ice cold shiversskating up my spine.
I didn’t hear him come in. Or has he been there all along, watching silently while I struggled?
Who is he? What does he want from me?
Whoever he is, he shifts further into the room, the floorboards creaking under his feet. I turn rigid. If I wasn’t tied to this chair, I’d be fixed to the seat by fear alone. He moves into my periphery but I daren’t look up so I keep my eyes fixed forward.
A million things race through my mind. It’s like tiny fireworks in my brain, all going off simultaneously.Is he going to kill me? Is he going to make me suffer? Will it be slow or will it be fast? Oh my god, my baby! He’s going to kill us both. Killian… What about Killian? He’ll never meet our child. I’ll never be able to tell him how much I love him. That I forgive him.
All I know, is that whatever happens, I have to survive this, for my baby’s sake.
My eyes lift to his face as he comes to a stop in front of me.
He looks…normal. Tall, broad-shouldered and muscular. In his younger days, I can see him being the kind of guy the girls fawn over, handsome, well put together, only age has weathered him.Hardenedhim. He’s maybe, mid-to-late fifties if I had to guess. His salt and pepper beard is unkempt, his hair thinning to the point he’s almost bald. Everything about him is perfectly ordinary, but it’s his eyes that unnerve me. The way he’s staring down at me, the emptiness in his gaze makes me shiver.
He’s dead inside. There’s no emotion there at all.
I swallow hard. “Who are you?” I do my best to cover the tremor in my voice, forcing myself to remain strong.
“You’ll figure it out soon enough.”
“How did I get here?”
“Picked you up outside the hospital last night. You were a little preoccupied. Looked like you needed to take a little nap.”
I recoil. “Youdruggedme?”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “Not exactly. Didn’t have any Rohypnol to hand. Had to improvise,” he says, rubbing his bruised knuckles.
Hehitme. That explains the throbbing in my head.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, my ass going numb. “You need to let me go. My friend will be wondering where I am. I didn’t go home last night.”
He digs into his pocket and pulls out my phone. “Already dealt with. I shot Fi a text to say you were staying with Killian and not to worry.” He scrolls through my phone. “She mentioned something about Killian grovelling on his knees,” he sucks in a sharp breath before grinning, “Killian isverygood on his knees, isn’t he?”
My blood runs cold.
The messages I was getting…
Oh my god.
Thisis Curt Naylor.
