Page 148 of Indulge
“And you think I fuckin’ wouldn’t?”
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BELLA
The stairs creak beneath my heels as the guard drags me deeper underground.
He doesn’t speak. Just keeps a brutal grip on my arm, his fingers digging deep enough to bruise.
When we reach the end of the corridor, he unlocks a steel door and shoves me inside. The room is small, concrete, and windowless. There’s a single chair bolted to the floor.
“Wait here,” he says flatly.
But he doesn’t leave.
He closes the door behind him and turns, eyes raking over me like I’m merchandise.
My pulse spikes.
“For who?” I ask.
“No, I meant don’t fucking move.”
Every instinct in me screams.
“I don’t think that’s how this works,” I say quietly.
He steps closer. “Down here, sweetheart, it’s exactly how it works.”
My stomach twists, but my face doesn’t move. I’ve seen men like him before. Entitled, stupid, violent. They all think they’re in control because they’re a man. That a little woman like me couldn’t possibly defend herself.
Wrong.
When he reaches for the zipper of my dress, I take a slow breath. My hand drifts down, like I’m trembling. Like I’m scared.
Maybe I am. But not enough to freeze.
His fingers brush my shoulder roughly. “Yeah,” he whispers. “You’ll do just fine. I bet that pussy tastes sweet too.”
That’s when I move.
My heel snaps up, catching his thigh hard enough to make him grunt. As he stumbles, I twist, tearing the knife free from the hidden slot inside my boot.
He lunges for me. I duck low and drive the blade up right beneath his ribs.
The sound he makes is wet and ugly. But also kind of satisfying.
“Fuck,” he chokes, staring down at the hilt buried in his side.
I shove him backward. He hits the wall and slides down, eyes wide in disbelief.
Blood pools fast beneath him.
I crouch, breathing hard, heart hammering like a drum in my ears. My hands are shaking, but my mind is razor-sharp. This is how I was taught to survive. God, I want to hug my brothers for making sure I was a badass.
“Wrong girl to test,” I whisper.
Then, I jam the knife straight into his throat. Hard and fast. Enough to make sure he doesn’t come after me.
