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“I love you, too,” he replied happily.

But then the sunshine disappeared behind a dark cloud that threatened to cover the entire sky. I felt the wind pick up and whip my hair around my face. Something felt wrong, very wrong, but I didn’t know what it was.

I raised my head up and scanned the field, but no one was around. I felt my body begin to shake from fear as I frantically searched for the threat I knew surrounded us. Then, like a cold draft, I felt a shadow hover over me, and my heart stopped dead. I looked up from Jason’s embrace to find the owner standing over us, his hands in his pockets, and an intense, angry look upon his face as he stared down at me.

Fear constricted my movements as I suddenly became a deer in headlights. What was he doing here? How did he find us?

The sudden grunt below me recaptured my attention as thick wetness began to coat my hands. When I looked down at Jason, horror filled my heart as I watched blood saturate his shirt at a terrifying rate. Pulling back the soaking fabric, I nearly wretched at the sight of his intestines protruding from his abdomen. Panic replaced the oxygen in my lungs as a familiar guttural choking sound brought my attention back to Jason’s face, only to rip a scream from my throat. A river of blood was flowing from a deep gash in his neck, his body twitching beneath me as his eyes held mine in terror.

“No! No! No! Jason!” I screamed as my hands uselessly pressed against his skin to stop the bleeding, tears flowing from my eyes to fall onto his blood-soaked body.

“Well … aren’t you going to thank me?” asked the owner’s voice above me.

My gaze shot to his, disbelief and dread filling me as I noted the blood dripping from his hands and his shirt coated in it.

“What have you done?!” I shouted with a fierce anger.

He merely smiled at me before he suddenly reached down and grabbed me by my hair, hauling me to my feet and tossing me over his shoulder.

“No!” I screamed, struggling against him as hard as I possibly could. “No! Stop! Let me go! Stop!”

But my cries fell on deaf ears as he carried me away from Jason’s now lifeless body, his blood soaking the blanket in a dark crimson red. I fought against him, but the pain in my heart was too great a distraction to fight him fully.

“Say good-bye, little girl. You’re all mine now,” he sneered, dragging me away into the darkness with him.

I shot up from my padding, gasping for air as a cold sweat coated my entire body. I put my hands on my head as I sucked in heaping gulps of air, attempting to get my aching body to calm down. Jesus Christ, that was way too real and way too soon to remember those disturbing images I’d already lived through. Fucking nightmares projecting my fears.

Maintaining my breathing, I switched my focus to my surroundings to get a grasp on reality. It was dark in the hall—all of the girls around me thankfully sleeping, but I quickly picked up on another presence that did not match. The type of presence that made your hair stand on end.

I looked up from my knees, and my stomach twisted in my gut as I came face-to-face with the owner leaning against the wall. His hands were in his pockets with one foot pressed up against the wall to support his leg. He had a curious yet serious look on his face as he stared me down. I felt myself shrink inside. What the fuck was he doing here?

12

Lacking

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Inonchalantly leaned up against the wall, my hands casually in my pockets as I watched Jaden writhe and panic in her sleep. It was well after midnight, and the moonlight was shining through the glass block window, casting an eerie glow on Jaden’s smooth porcelain skin. She looked almost ghost-like as she groaned and whimpered in the throes of some kind of obvious nightmare.

She was quiet at first, her breathing slow and even, until her body must have felt my presence. It wasn’t sixty seconds after I appeared that her breathing pattern changed. Not much later did she burst awake from her nightmare, a scream hot on her lips, but she suppressed it to a loud gasp, making my cock twitch in response. She had the sexiest little cries.

Her chest heaved up and down in full panic mode as she looked around at all of the other sleeping slaves around us, but then she stiffened when she realized she wasn’t the only one awake.

Her eyes found mine instantly; fear, shock, and confusion were clear on her flushed face.

“Dreaming about me?” I asked her.

She stared at me for a long time, her body stiff and defensive as she pulled her knees to her chest until eventually, she found her courage.

“What are you doing here?” she murmured quietly.

I could ask myself the same damn thing.

“I understand you’re rejecting my generous hospitality.”

Her brows knitted together as if she had no clue what I was talking about.

“You’re not eating,” I answered for her. When Sid was alerted during one of our meetings that they noticed one of the girls hadn’t eaten all day, I asked which one. The last thing we want is someone dying from malnutrition, but when they answered the redhead, my own reaction surprised me. The last thingIwanted was to see her beautifully strong and capable body waste away like that. So naturally, I had to come see her for myself before it got out of hand.

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