Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Breathe. But breathing isn’t going to stop him from hurting me. It isn’t going to protect me from the inevitable. Bile climbs up my throat, inching closer and closer to its escape, and when he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, the filth inside me comes pouring out.
My gut heaves, and I double over, watching in horror as vomit splashes against the floor, my bare feet, and his boots. Oh god. He’s going to kill me.
"Fuck!" He curses and stumbles back into the dresser behind him. "What the fuck?"
I should tell him I’m sorry, that I didn’t mean to vomit, but I don’t. It’s pointless, anyway. I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand and then wrap my arms around my middle.
"I… I don’t feel good.”
Grabbing onto my chin, he levers it up, forcing me to look at him. "I don’t really give a shit. I’ve waited long enough. We’re doing this now.”
Tears slip from my eyes and trail down my cheeks onto his fingers. "Please…please don’t do this.”
"Is this for real? Are you really begging me right now?” He sounds shocked, flabbergasted. “I thought you were stronger than this. What happened to you? Since when are you afraid of a little pain? We’ve barely started, and the tears are already falling? Come on, Ely. You can do better than this pathetic mewling. Give it a little feeling, dove. Come on...beg for me. It won’t change shit, but I love the way you look when you’re crying”
I'm shaking now, cradling my face and bawling. There's no way I can go through this again, not when it seemed like I had safety within my grasp. Like I was going to be free of this asshole and this life once and for all.
"What if I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours? Are you going to vomit on me?”
My stomach clenches so tightly, I throw up in my mouth a little again.
“I told you I don’t feel good…” I tell him, my voice cracking.
In an instant everything changes, and suddenly I’m ripped off the chair by the hair at the nape of my neck. My legs are jelly and barely hold my weight as pain shoots through me, shredding me from the inside out. It’s only seconds that he’s touching me, but it feels like an eternity. The world spins around me, and I stumble over my feet.
“Please…please don’t.” I beg, even though it’s pointless.
“Next time I open this door it will be to fuck you, and no amount of vomit or tears will change that. Figure it the fuck out, Ely, or I’ll do it for you, and we both know you won’t enjoy that.” It’s the promise of what’s to come.
Through blurry eyes, I try to grab more details of the room as he opens a door. His touch disappears when he releases me with a hard shove, ripping Sebastian’s shirt almost all the way off in the process. Disoriented and off balance, I crash into the wall, and even as I try like hell to stay upright my exhausted body refuses, and I topple over onto the floor.
Yanov slams the door closed, and I find myself surrounded by darkness. Exhaustion makes it hard for me to keep my eyes open.
I need something to hold onto, something to live for, but all I want right now is for death to find me, because even I know in the end, the only way I’ll ever truly be free is when I’m dead.
CHAPTER 3
SEBASTIAN
Irritation pricks my skin. The world blurs around me as I force myself through the motions. I tug on the first thing I can find, a pair of jeans, followed by one of my football sweatshirts. All my attention funnels into figuring out where the hell Elyse is.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to call her father right this second and demand to know where the hell she is. The only reason I haven’t yet is because I’m not one-hundred percent certain she didn’t leave on her own.
I can’t imagine her leaving, though, not after the night we shared.
Elyse wanted to be with me. She was happy, content even. Unless I imagined it all. No. She wouldn’t have left the bed unless she was provoked. I repeat the thought back to myself, but doubt still finds a way to seep into the cracks of my mind.
Fuck. If she left by her own choice, disappearing into the night, because she thought she could get away from me… I don’t know what I’ll do. The dark, fucked up places my thoughts go in that instant terrify me. When it comes to Elyse, her safety, and keeping her at my side, there isn’t anything I won’t do. No one I won’t destroy, or kill, if it comes to that.