Page 78 of Justyce
The only thing I can put it down to is whatever was on the material he placed over my face, it must have dulled my senses. But I’d break every bone in my body to prove I know the voice, know whoever kidnapped me − because I do.
I swivel my head around, looking for anything that could help me identify where I am, but I find nothing. The only comfort I find in the darkness is it reminds me of dark graphite eyes, reminds me of how naïve I’ve truly been.
Fiddling with the locket around my neck, a sense of bereavement buckets through me, threatening to drown me in my self-pity.
Fog blazes through my skull like a cold winters day and I try to discern who the voice belongs to, and why anyone would feel the need to kidnap me.
Some part of me anticipates this is some sick joke, that Justyce is playing with me, as if he’s teaching me a lesson for running. But I feel down to the useless organ beating in my chest that he has nothing to do with me being here.
A scuffling noise patters around me and I squeal as something dashes over my feet. Jolting upward and stumbling backward, I brace myself on what feels like a calloused wall.
My heart beats frantically and I can hear the whoosh in my ears. Horripilation scatters over my body, destroying any sense of composure I held onto as I hear the creaking of what sounds like a door opening.
Light spills in from the far corner and I squint, trying to identify who is entering what I can now see is a small cell.
Blinking, my eyes feel like they’re burning from the light as I take in the bars lining the square box I’m standing in. Heat floods my retinas but I refuse to cry. Maybe I’m in denial. Actually, I’m pretty certain I am, because the eyes staring back at me are Justyce’s. Except they don’t belong to my dark horse, no, not at all.
The man takes short strides toward the cell. His greying blonde hair is gelled back and his eyes are fierce. I find myself cowering, moving to the far end of the cell.
He laughs and it sounds sinister, like all my worst fucking nightmares rolled into one.
“Kenzi Adrina, we finally meet, little one.”
He folds his hands over his chest, causing his suit jacket to pull tight across his arms, exposing the white shirt underneath. His lip lifts in a smirk when I say nothing.
It’s unsettling that he knows who I am. Then again, what abductor isn’t aware of who they’re kidnapping.
“Not going to speak? I have ways to speed that process along. Would you like to see?” he pauses, strokes his chin, then says, “I can see the appeal. I can see why he likes you.”
I almost ask him who, almost. However, I’ve seen enough movies and crime shows to know his tactics. He wants me to break my silence, for my curiosity to overwhelm me. He won’t win.
“No?” His arms unfold and I’m revolted when his hand trails down his dark suit to grip his crotch. Nausea swims in my stomach as his dark chuckle fills the cell, bouncing off the walls.
I gulp and it feels like I’m swallowing a fucking baseball. I suppress the flinch when I see the lust swimming in those eerie eyes. I refuse to show him any weakness. A man like him gets off on shit like that, I just know it.
Straightening my spine, I ask, “What do you want?”
He tuts. “Always the same stupid question. My turn to ask you something. Are you aware of who I am?”
I shake my head no. “Am I supposed to?”
“Sass, I like it. Now I can really see why he pined after you for so long.”
“Who are you referring to? Because right now all you’re doing is speaking in riddles.” I cant my head to the side, assessing him and knowing I should probably keep my mouth shut. “Then again, I think you like to feel enigmatic.”
He smiles and I see the humor in those eyes. They’re so similar to Justyce’s but this pair are malicious, holding tints of blue instead of dark grey.
“I’m surprised you haven’t put the pieces together,” he leers, stroking his dick through his pants.
My stomach flip flops again. The bile rises to the surface, imploring to spill out of my mouth. Tampering it down, I wrestle within, managing to keep the vomit inside.
“Want to play a guessing game, little one?”
“Thanks for the offer, but I’m good,” I clip and I want to hit myself for irking this dragon in front of me.
“That’s a shame because you don’t have a choice. One wrong answer and you’re one step closer to feeling my wrath, feeling me ripping those pretty walls apart. So let’s begin, who do you think I am?”
Shudders rack through my body and I can no longer repress the disgust and fear. I suck my teeth as apprehension settles in my marrow.
