Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

“Fine,” the higher voice conceded, sounding disappointed in a way that made me want to claw his eyes out. “But hurry back.”

Footsteps retreated, and I scrambled backward on all fours, looking frantically around the room for a weapon, my heart threatening to burst through my chest. My fingers brushed against something in the pocket of my skirt–a small canister. Pepper spray. I’d completely forgotten I had it.

Thank god I didn’t listen to Allen when he said I was being paranoid carrying this. Useless fucking Allen, where were you when I needed

you?

I patted my other pocket and found nothing else useful. The drug was making it harder to think clearly, my limbs feeling increasingly heavy, like they were filled with wet sand. I bit down hard on my tongue, using the sharp pain to keep myself alert, tasting fresh blood.

I can’t pass out. Not now. Stay awake, you idiot. STAY. AWAKE.

I crawled back to the door, listening, my ear pressed so hard against the wood it throbbed. Only one set of breathing remained outside. This was my chance. I positioned myself behind the door, pepper spray clutched so tightly in my hand.

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The lock clicked, and light spilled into the room as the door swung

open, momentarily blinding me.

“Time for some fun, beautiful,” the shorter man said as he stepped

inside, his voice dripping with disgusting intent.

I didn’t hesitate. As soon as he was through the doorway, I sprayed

directly at his face, aiming for his eyes with all the hatred I could

muster. He screamed, hands flying to his eyes, stumbling backward

and cursing violently. I shoved past him with every ounce of strength

I had left, my shoulder ramming into his chest, slamming the door

shut behind me.

The hallway spun around me like a carnival ride from hell as the drug’s effects intensified. I staggered toward what I hoped was the main floor, my feet barely lifting from the ground, determined to find Allen’s group upstairs. They would help me. They had to. Those

fucking cowards owed me that much.

But my legs gave out halfway up the stairs, betraying me when I needed them most. My body felt like it was on fire, waves of heat washing over me as I collapsed onto the steps, my cheek smacking

against the hard surface.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped, crawling on all fours like a wounded

animal, my nails scraping against the floor. “Not now, goddamnit. Move, you stupid body!”

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I managed to drag myself to a storage closet on the second floor, pulling the door closed behind me with a trembling hand. I couldn’t lock it, but it would buy me a few minutes. The small space smelled of cleaning supplies and dust, making my nose burn. I huddled in the corner, knees pulled to my chest, trying to control my breathing as the drug overwhelmed me, my lungs feeling like they were filling with

concrete.

I’m going to die here, I thought, tears streaming down my face, mixing with mascara and sweat. They’re going to find me, and I’m going to die like a trapped rat.

The door swung open suddenly, light flooding the small space like a spotlight. I tried to scream, but my throat closed up in terror, producing only a pathetic whimper.

Drake stood in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the exit

completely. His eyes were ice cold as they swept over me, taking in my disheveled appearance with clinical detachment.

“Hiding in a surveillance blind spot,” he said, his voice unnervingly calm. “Not your smartest move, Elsa.”

I tried to speak, but my mouth wasn’t working properly, my tongue feeling three sizes too big.

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