Page 111 of Enthrall Climax
“I’m not meant to be here.” I watched him lock the door. “Please, can you help me? I need to get a message to my family. They’ll be worried.”
“Didn’t you see Lucas’s anger when Galina defied him?” his tone was even. “Now, if you don’t want the same fate, get in.”
Blinking in confusion, I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, and couldn’t fathom how anyone would let this place exist.
He raised his arms in frustration. “You are dead to the world. You no longer exist. You belong to Hillenbrand.”
“If you lay one finger on me…” I pointed at him.
“If I return you to him like this—” He gestured his disgust. “Lucas will kill us both.”
“Why are there bars on the windows?”
“Why do you think?”
“Danton?” I realized.
“I don’t know who he is. No one gets in or out now without Lucas’s permission.”
I hugged myself and turned my back on him, ready to kick him if he came any closer. My mind splintered and I tried to wrestle with the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.
After my shower, I was told to dress in a black lace bra and panties that had been placed on the bed. I was ordered to style my hair so it fell over my shoulders. My dress was taken away; that beautiful Elie Tahari was the last piece of my old life.
“How’s it going?”Cameron sought me out in a Bloomingdales fitting room.
“I thought you were in the Disney Store?”
His gaze swept over the Elie Tahari I was trying on. “I love that on you. I’m buying it.”
“How did you find me?”
“Spidy senses.” He winked.
“What were you doing in the Disney Store?”
He beamed at me. “You know, checking it out for future visits with our kids.”
I ran into his arms, laughing.
All I wanted was to pull him close to me.
They took my boots away, too, and I was made to walk barefoot. If they thought this would prevent me from running they were dead wrong.
When Crew Cut seemed happy enough with my new appearance, he led me out toward the staircase and I fixed my gaze on the front door as we descended.
“The last sub who tried to escape had her pinky finger cut off,” he said flatly.
I tried to read the expression on his face. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the boss.” He led me down a hallway.
I was shoved into an office and he left me there with instructions not to touch anything. My gaze roamed around the room, taking in all that dark wood and fancy furniture. The antique furnishings would fit just as well in an old church; though there was nothing spiritual here.
Chastain strolled in. “How did Philip treat you?”
“Why do you care?”
His brows narrowed as he considered me.
