Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 80

*****Jace's POV*****

All my body was on fire, my bones were weary and I could barely make a sound, but I was still aware. I was still aware and making my plans. One thing I had promised myself was I was not going to die.

My plan was set in motion and I knew I would find a way out, I had spotted a nail and I had intentionally let my chair fall during my torture, before I could be raised back up, I had picked the nail and held it tightly.

“Such a pity, Jace. A pity you would have to die.” The voice on the phone taunted still.

I was not going to believe whatever this voice was saying, no I would not. I was a Blackwood and that was it, they were just trying to make me feel bad. To make me doubt my posterity but I would not.

I decided not to pay mind and began to use the nail to tug the rope free, due to the countless times of being rough handled, the rope was a bit loose around my wrists, I just needed to loosen some of the knots and I would be free.

Another blow landed on my face. They had stopped with the whip for now, and had used their hands on my face.

“Leave him be for now, we’ll continue later. We have all the time in the world to kill him, no one knows where he is.”

I already knew who had monitored my movement out of the house. I had seen her walk standing beside my door as I was coming out, she had appeared to be passing by and then, I was still too angry to have noticed she had seemed flustered.

Looking as though she had been caught doing what she was not supposed to do, she had even stuttered a bit greeting me. But I had brushed past her with anger still brewing within. She was the only one who could do this and I knew how much Erika seem to like her.

Erika needed to know, she needed to know about this girl before things got worse. The call ended, but the phone remained on the table, the guy did not bother to take it.

He came to me and slapped him across the cheek. “You stupid rich people who think nothing of others and everything of yourself.” He spat at me. He was way older than me.

“That’s how they lift their arrogant noses in the air. See the kind of jeep he’s driving, the lucky bastard.” Another eyed me in envy and hate.

Still, I said nothing. As though he had forgotten the phone, he left. I was alone, I quickly went to work and put the nail to a very good use, it was almost as though I would never be free when suddenly I felt my wrists breath in relief. They were free.

I quickly took the phone, changed the ringtone to silent just in case and put it in my pocket. I sat there for two more minutes just to be sure before standing up and tiptoeing to the entrance, my whole body cried in protest over the brutality I had been made to go through.

I was tempted to groan in pain but I held it, I needed to endure the pain silence if I would successfully leave here alive. I crept to the doorway, this place looked like an old storehouse made of metal that had rust and was placed in the middle of nowhere.