Wicked Stalker (Captives of the Onyx Brotherhood Book 1) by Zara J Black

Author:Zara J Black [Black, Zara J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zara J Black
Published: 2025-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Eve

The pancakes and bacon I ate roil in my stomach as I squeeze myself, feet first, through the toilet window. If anyone walks past, they’ll get a full frontal view of my panties, but I can’t bring myself to care.

I need to get away.

Alone with Gabriel, I could almost convince myself nothing was real, but sitting at that table with his friends ripped away that fragile bit of comfort. These men are keeping women as slaves. Taking them from their lives and training them.

It’s real. If I don’t get away, I could be stuck here forever. Who knows what they do to brainwash women into behaving? The jogger I saw this morning, all by herself, enjoying a morning run as though she wasn’t a prisoner… I could end up like her if I don’t get out.

The window frame digs into my hip, but I push through, landing in an ungraceful heap. My knees jar on the ground, scraping, but at least I don’t do something stupid like twist an ankle. On my feet, I try to find my bearings.

I’m in a little alley, and it stinks. Kitchen garbage. The restrooms were on the far side of the refectory, away from the courtyard, so if I run directly away from the building, I should be going the right way, toward the forest and whatever the heck lives in it.

I race away from the building. This area isn’t clean and shiny like the rest of the place. There are several sheds, filled with tools and gardening equipment, and the floor is a rough-poured concrete slab, which gives way abruptly to forest detritus. In front, a blacktop road strikes out into the looming forest.

A road. A way out. My heart goes crazy, slamming against my ribs and urging me to run. I got lucky. It probably won’t happen again.

The sandals rub my feet as I race along the road. Gabriel must have realized I’m missing by now. He’s lean and looks fast. He can probably run twice as fast as me. I curse all the times I rolled over in bed with a groan and shooed Billie away when she tried to get me to join her on her 6:00 a.m. jogs.

If I’d gone with her, maybe my lungs wouldn’t already be crying for help. Maybe my legs wouldn’t be getting heavier by the second.

I suck in air that doesn’t seem to be doing much good as I approach a bend in the road. How far away am I from civilization? How long will I have to run? Because judging by my current performance, I won’t get far. Maybe I should head off the road, into the trees? If I stay on this open road, Gabriel will definitely find me.

I veer off to the side, slowing to a walk as I push into the scratchy trees. Their branches seem to have a personal vendetta against me, scratching my arms and snagging on the sundress skirt. Bits of forest junk spike into my shoes. This outfit isn’t suitable for an escape.

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