Treasure Your Love by Reed J. C

Author:Reed, J. C. [Reed, J. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, Mystery, Adult
Amazon: B00FVAKOY6
Goodreads: 17369574
Published: 2013-10-11T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

THE LIGHT BULB above my head cast a glaring light on the dirty floor and the ropes around my wrists. The stale, putrid scent lingered in the air. At some point my sense of smell got used to it, and I dared to draw deeper breaths. I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but that was all I wanted. Not thinking. Not feeling. Just sleeping—until I could forget where I was and what I’d heard. Even my nightmares were better than reality. Waking was like falling straight into hell with no escape, where the pain from the tight ropes cutting into my skin provided more relief than discomfort.

“You should deal with it, you know?” a female voice whispered. I spun slowly in a circle to scan my surroundings. There were no windows—just walls and one closed door, behind which Danny had disappeared. My only escape route was that door, only my ropes were too short to reach it. A shudder ran down my spine as I realized nobody but I was in the room. Was I going crazy?

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” the same voice said. I scanned the room again, and this time my glance fell on a small vent in the wall I must’ve missed before. Pale skin shimmered through the grids, but the holes were too small to see behind. Craning my neck to get a better look, I ignored the nausea in the pit of my stomach and walked a few steps forward. As if sensing my curiosity, whoever was on the other side shifted and squeezed their fingertips through the openings. The nails were long and dirty, and definitely belonged to a female. “I’m in the room next to yours. Can you walk over?”

“No.” My eyes remained fixed on the vent. The fingers disappeared, and finally I could see the eyes and lips of a woman. I couldn’t tell her age, but from the sound of her voice, she was young, maybe younger than I was. “I’m bound.” I lifted my hands to show her.

She let out a groan. “You need to stop crying, Brooke.”

“How do you know—”

“Your name? They mentioned it outside,” she said. “And you need to stop sleeping.”

“Why?”

“Because you make it easy for them to inject you with drugs, and you won’t even notice. Trust me, you’ll want to keep control over your body.”

“Who are you?” I crawled closer to the vent as far as the rope around my wrist allowed until I was six feet away from the opening. Up close, I could see her face more clearly.

“I’m Liz. And before you ask, I don’t know where we are.” She was slightly chubby and in her late teens—maybe around seventeen or eighteen years old, with a blonde bob and bangs. Even with the vent obstructing my view, I could see just how pretty she was. A normal girl—were it not for the caked dirt on her face. I held my breath as I realized it probably wasn’t dirt—more like dried blood.

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