Page 99 of The Fighter who Needed Me
The bed sat in the center of the room, also massive in size with twin tables on either side of it by the head. It was covered in dark blue velvet along the top in a canopy and the coverlet was also dark blue velvet.
There was a vanity off to one side, and a dark blue chair sitting in front.
The wood on the floor was dark cherry wood and the room looked comfortable, but she knew it was just a fancy prison.
She stood from the bed and looked around the room, trying to find something to untie her hands.
She did not care about Reginald and his threats. She would go down fighting if she had anything to do with it.
Brooks had taught her well, as did Aidan.
She knew how to defend herself and had she not been in a small carriage and overwhelmed by three people, she would have gotten away.
She twisted and turned her wrists, and the ties she had on her wrists made her skin break and bleed, but she did not care.
She finally got them untied and tore a piece off Brooks’ shirt and wrapped them around her wrists.
She walked to the window and saw how far down the ground was, but she wanted to try.
Walking to the bed, she ripped the blankets free until there were none on the bed.
She did her best to rip them into strips and then tying them together.
She walked the bundle of her blankets in her arms and walked to the window.
But before she could open it, her door was kicked open and Reginald and Bruce walked in and Reginald’s eyes narrowed.
Bruce rushed over to her and hissed, “You little bitch!”
He grabbed her by her arms and she ripped herself free, “I am leaving! You do not control me. Not anymore.”
He stalked her across the room and Kitty hurried in, and the three of them cornered her, and she did her best to fight them off.
Reginald lunged at her and she brought her knee up, hitting him square in the cock.
He dropped to his knees in pain and gasped out in shock.
She took the opportunity to try to run past him and to the open door, and Bruce grabbed a handful of her hair, making her gasp and cry out in pain.
He brought her into his body, and she kicked and screamed, fighting as he brought her to a different room, one that had no windows and one large solid door.
He threw her inside, and she screamed, “You cannot do this! You cannot! I am not your property to sell like I am nothing! I do not want this!”
Bruce sneered at her, “You never had a choice. You are our ward; our responsibility and we are doing what is best. For us.”
Then he slammed the door and left her alone in the dark, where she slid down the wall and put her arms around her knees, hurt and broken.
