Page 12 of Cup of Lies

Seth groans in his sleep, making me freeze. Even my heart ceases to beat. Then I let out a relieved breath when he continues to snore.

The internet browser is easy to access. I search up Seth Portman. There are tons of articles with him and Doc Junior. They’re touted as “up and coming brilliant psychiatrists.” And I learn Doc Junior is the president’s son.

Somehow, that’s not a surprise to me.

I knew this.

How?

There’s a plethora of information inside of me. I just need to figure out a way to release it all. Stem Lock or whatever it is Sethand Doc Junior are doing to me is what’s keeping it from coming out.

I do a search for Caius but can’t come up with anything. It’s too broad. There has to be more I can use to search for him.

Unfortunately, my mind remains blank where he’s concerned.

When I try to access my social media accounts, they’ve been password protected and apparently I don’t know the password.

What do I do now?

Contact the police?

For all I know, they’ll think I’m crazy. Seth and Doc Junior could probably prove it, too. Besides, will the police believe me or the president’s son?

It takes a minute to create a social media account through the browser rather than its app, but I manage to do so. Dawn’s light begins to illuminate the bedroom, reminding me of my dwindling time.

Once I’ve finally set up the account, I locate my stepmother’s social media account and send her a friend request. Then I start typing out a message, hoping it doesn’t drop into a junk folder so she’ll actually read it.

It’s me, Romy. I’m being held captive by

The snoring stops, as does my typing. I remain stiff like a deer in the middle of the road as headlights careen for me. Seth’s hand stretches out and he pats my side of the bed.

He’s awake.

I send the half-written message, close the browser, and do my best to delete my evidence—all within about three seconds worth of time. I’m setting the phone down, just as Seth rolls toward me.

“Morning,” I murmur, crawling onto the bed with him. “What do you want for breakfast?”

His eyebrows are furled as if he’s suspicious of my behavior. I don’t let him question it, forcing my mouth to his, kissing him deeply as if he’s the love of my life.

I want to puke down his throat.

He relaxes and starts pawing at my sleepwear. The last thing I want to do is have sex with this man. I know he’s a monster, but if I don’t, he might discover my awareness.

I’ll be forced back to the lab.

The next time he and Doc Junior do their magic could be the last. I may never know the real Romy again.

So I let him remove my clothes, I let him crawl on top of me, and I let him stick his mediocre cock into me.

It’s then, with my eyes tightly closed shut as I endure the disgusting act, I think of him.

Caius.

Dark eyes that slice into me, cutting my heart and soul open.

Firm lips on mine, kissing me possessively.

His tongue between my thighs, lapping and tasting and sucking.

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