Page 221 of Psycho

“Where?” I said to Kai.

“In an abandoned house just two minutes away from here.”

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LAINEY

I bitGarrett’s finger when he cupped my face.

He screamed and pulled away, pulling his hand back and slapping me hard.

Tears continued streaming down my face, even as I could feel my anger licking at my insides.

The blinking red light from the camera was still very much present in my mind.

I knew the asshole was recording everything right now.

It didn’t matter.

He could record me fighting him, because there was no way I was giving in.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled back until I was looking at him. “You’re going to regret that, you little bitch.”

His hand moved down, and he groped at me through my shirt.

He had tried to take my shirt off earlier, but my tied hands made it impossible.

I tried to move away when he pulled the collar of my shirt down to reveal my bra to the camera. His eyes darkened, and he pushed his hand inside, grasping my nipple.

I screamed, pushing my legs out and hitting him in the shin.

He let out a grunt of pain and pulled away.

I laughed. “He’s gonna kill you.”

He slapped me again. A tangy flavor hit my tongue, and I spat out to the side, finding my spit mingled with the blood.

“He’ll have to find me first, and I don’t plan on staying in Sacramento after this.”

“You think that’ll stop him? You think an invisible state line will keep Micah from coming after you?”

He tried to act unaffected, but I could see the fear in his eyes.

I smiled.

He slapped me again.

Fuck.

If I survived this, that was going to leave a bruise.

God, but I felt so hopeless right then.

It was taking everything in me not to show that. To put on a brave face.

“Shut up, you fucking slut. You’re about to star in your very own porn show, so I suggest you stop talking and pissing me off.”

I struggled harder against my binds when he moved behind me in the chair and directed my face to the camera.

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