waited at the meeting spot for a while. My friend never showed.
pulled out my phone to call her–then a hand clamped over my mouth from behind.
7erything went black.
‘hen I came to, I was chained to a metal frame in some dark, freezing room.
ayson stood in front of me, eyes cold as ice.
lara, you shouldn’t have touched her.”
Where is she? What did you do with Serena?”
rena was missing?
‘cause I slapped her?
ayson didn’t know her like I did.
e wasn’t the type to disappear out of guilt or shame. She and her mother had no shame left to lose.
is was just another one of her tricks–playing the victim to get sympathy.
mirked bitterly.
hat bitch? She’ll crawl back on her own in a few days.”
e second those words left my mouth, Grayson’s expression turned vicious.
lara Carter! Who the hell do you think you are to talk about her like that?”
grabbed my jaw, squeezing so hard I thought my bones would crack.
m asking you one last time. Where. Is. She?!”
e pain made me gasp, but I forced myself to meet his bloodshot eyes.
don’t know.”
* let go and stepped back, nodding toward the shadows.
vo massive men stepped forward. One of them backhanded me across the face.
years rang, Blood filled my mouth.
Talk.”
denched my teeth.
f’she’s really missing, you should call the cops. Not interrogate me
Keep going until she talks.”
fist slammed into my stomach. The pain was so sharp I couldn’t breathe.
old sweat soaked through my clothes. I doubled over as much as the chains would allow, bating down hard on my lip to keep from screaming
Through the haze, memories flooded back.
I saw the old Grayson–the one who stayed by my side all night when I was sick. The one who drove across the city just to get me pastries I mentioned once. The one who held me close and swore he’d never let anyone hurt me.
“Elara, I’ll always be on your side.”
His words echoed in my head now, cutting deeper than any blade.
And here he was–throwing me into hell for another woman.
The whip tore through my skin. My body convulsed. But nothing hurt more than the way he looked at me now.
Cold. Disgusted. Like I was something filthy.
Grayson…” I lifted my head, blood blurring my vision. “You said… you’d always believe me…”
He let out a cold laugh and took the blood–soaked whip himself.
The moment you laid a hand on Serena, you lost the right to say that.”
he whip came down again.
etween the torture and the exhaustion of the past few days, my body finally gave out.
blacked out.
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