Lock Me Inside Read Online Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
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What I wouldn’t give to go back to being that person. Somebody who knew what she was doing, what was expected of her. Even though it was grueling, I wasn’t afraid the way I am now.

All eyes are on me, waiting for a response. I don’t know why it matters so much. “To tell you the truth, I sort of fell out of love with it after a while. When I was younger, I used to really love it. Pushing myself, seeing what I could accomplish. But then it got so serious. There was so much pressure. I couldn’t enjoy it anymore.”

I glance around the table, shrugging. “By the end, I think I was doing it for my mom. She had invested so much and was hoping so hard that I would succeed. I felt like I owed it to her. But it wasn’t because I loved it.” And this is the first time I’ve ever admitted that to anybody. It’s pretty sad that it has to be these three, my tormentors, my torturers.

“It is difficult when we feel we aren’t living up to our parents’ expectations,” James muses.

I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I don’t like the feeling of my life being dissected, especially not by these guys. “What about your mom?” I ask, looking across the table to Colt. “Did you ever feel like you couldn’t live up to her expectations?”

It was an innocent question. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was only hoping to change the subject away from me. They don’t really talk about their mom, so I was hoping… I don’t know what I was hoping. To make conversation, I guess, rather than sitting here in silence. Maybe if we could relate on something, they might be less likely to hurt me?

Either way, it backfired. James slams his wine glass onto the table hard enough to send liquid sloshing over the rim. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he barks.

“Don’t you ever speak of her,” Nix warns, his eyes slits.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”

“No, you didn’t know, but you had to go and run your stupid fucking mouth anyway,” James growls. “You’re not the one asking questions around here, understood? We are. Don’t ever, ever mention her again.”

“Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” Colt snarls.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset anybody. Nobody told me—”

“Why the fuck should you have to be told?” James demands. His face is red, and now he’s breathing heavily. I remember him looking this way, sounding this way when he was choking the life out of me. My body goes icy cold, freezing solid.

And there’s a knife in the man’s hand. Oh god. Is this it? Is this when he snaps?

I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed when he lowers the knife to his plate and clears his throat. “Obviously, things got off track here. Let’s go downstairs now and forget any of this ever happened.”

Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because all it does is make me tremble in fear as the three of them stand, staring down at me.

CHAPTER 26

Now, I wish I had drunk the damn wine. A lot of it. While I don’t want to give anybody more of an excuse to use me, I also don’t want to be aware of what’s about to happen. Now that I’m on my way down to the basement, with the three men following me, I wish more than anything I had a way of disconnecting from this.

But now, it’s all fresh, the fear and the disgust already fighting to see which one will win out. It might end in a tie.

What are they going to do to me this time? I shudder to think, but I’m sure they won’t keep me waiting long. Nix told me his father wouldn’t touch me. Is that true, or was it only something he told me to keep me in line? I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

Just like before, James takes a seat on the center sofa, the one facing the TV. He makes no effort to pretend this is about something it isn’t—right away, he begins rubbing himself through his slacks while his sons take their seats. I stand in the middle, the coffee table now pushed out of the way to make room.

James is staring at me, eyelids lowering as he slouches in his seat to make himself comfortable. “Take off your clothes. All the way down to your skin.”

Looking at either of the guys for help would be a wasted effort, so I don’t bother. As sick as this is, I go through the motions without asking questions or hesitating, wanting to get it over with.

“Somebody is in a hurry,” James observes, chuckling. “She can’t wait to get some cock inside her, the little slut.” My hands shake as I unbutton my blouse, but I manage to open it, then slide it over my shoulders and down my arms. I turn my back to him as I unhook my bra and let it fall at my feet. Maybe if he sees my scar, he won’t want to go through with this. It’s my last hope.


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