hapter 256
My vision wavered slightly. The cafe seemed to tilt, just for a moment I think there’s been a misunderstanding
“Sit down. The command in his voice was sharp, authoritative. His professional mask had completely slipper now, revealing something predatory underneath. “We’re not finished here.”
“What did you put in the coffee?” I gripped the edge of the table, fighting the wave of dizziness that washed over me.
His smile turned genuinely pleased, like I’d just solved a puzzle he’d set for me. “Just a little something to make you more… compliant. You’ve been such a good girl, drinking it all up.”
The world was starting to blur at the edges, My tongue felt thick, and when I tried to call for help, only a weak sound came out.
He stood and moved to my side of the booth, his hand reaching for my elbow. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt. Much.”
“You-” I tried to pull away, but my limbs felt heavy, uncooperative.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice taking on that predatory satisfaction again. “Just let it happen. Fighting will only make it worse.”
He was guiding me toward the back of the café now, toward what I dimly realized was a rear exit. His grip on my arm was firm, possessive.
The door opened onto an alley. The cold air hit my face but did nothing to clear the fog in my head. I could see a dark van parked at the far end, its engine
running.
No. Not like this.
Some deep, primal part of me rebelled against the helplessness. I might not remember my past, but every instinct I had was screaming that I’d been here before–vulnerable, drugged, at someone’s mercy.
Never again.
I drove my elbow back into his soft stomach with everything I had.
He grunted, his grip loosening just enough. I wrenched myself free and stumbled forward, ny vision swimming, my legs barely holding me up. The alley spun around me, but I forced myself to move toward the street, toward people and safety.
“You fucking bitch!”
His hand caught my blazer, yanking me backward. I spun around and, using the momentum, kicked out hard. My heel connected with his shin, and he howled, releasing me.
I tried to run, but my legs gave out. I went down hard on the grimy pavement, my palms scraping against broken glass. Behind me, I could hear him cursing. getting to his feet.
“You think you can fight me?” His voice was closer now, filled with rage. “Stupid cunt. You just made this so much more fun.
His shadow fell over me as I struggled to crawl toward the mouth of the alley. My vision was tunneling, everything going gray at the edges, but I kept moving. One hand forward, then the other.
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Chapter 256
He epiled my ankle and flipped me over. His round face was flushed with anger and excitement, a thin line of blood trickling from where I’d apparently
ertatched him.
“You want to be difficult?” He raised his hand. “I like them difficult. I like them when they fight.”
“Get away from me!” I managed to get the words out, my voice stronger than I felt.
“Or what?” He laughed, the sound wet and ugly. ‘No one’s coming to save you, sweetheart No one even knows you’re here.”
That’s when I slapped him.
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