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My eyes fill with hot tears, and my entire body trembles. Leaning against the wall for support, my fingers clutching onto the paint as the feeling of helplessness consumes me.
Oh god, how did he find me? What do I do?
“I’ll make sure Detective Grey watches while I fucking claim what’s mine.” He continues to speak, “I’ll be seeing you very soon.” I slide down the wall as silent sobs rack my body, dropping to my knees the sound of retreating footsteps thud through the hall, eventually becoming non-existent as I huddle in a frantic mess on the floor.
Two/face??
The city never sleeps, and neither do I. Launching the glass across the room, it shatters into pieces, scattering along the floor. But I can’t pull my eyes from the screen. White hot rage pulses through me as I watch helplessly with the situation that unfolds before me. My hands tremble, watching him lean close to the door, his sneering taunts pulling Summer further into the darkness.
That fucking cunt, I’ll saw off your fucking head off while you watch.
Grabbing my phone, I immediately hit call. With each ring, my blood boils, my fucking eyes boring holes into the screen. Hitting silent on the keyboard, Harry’s words are silenced for a moment while I unleash the fucking demon.
“What do…” his nonchalant answer immediately crushed by the anger I can no longer contain.
“You told me that fucking building was secure. That fucking cunt is at her door, find out what the fuck has gone wrong, or I’ll be over to soak you in fucking acid!”
Not waiting for a response, I slam the phone down, causing the entire IT system to bounce off the desk. Hunched over the monitor, my eyes remain laser-focused on the hallway and Michael’s apartment. Shaking my head, I watch Summer approach the door.
Don’t fucking do it, don’t you fucking dare.
Letting out a low breath, I watch as he turns to leave, heading down the hall and eventually out the exit and into a waiting car. Jotting down the number plate before it speeds off, I move my attention to Summer, a surge of adrenaline courses through me when I see she’s safe and hasn’t moved. But Harry has cemented his fate. I’m going to fucking kill him and make her watch.
Grabbing my car keys and black duffle bag, I storm out of the apartment, slamming the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, the icy night air sweeps over me, but the rage doesn’t subside. I know what I fucking need to do.
The drive to the apartment is intense. Each time I replay that cunt’s words in my head, the grip on the steering wheel becomes tighter and tighter. Once the door to the underground parking lot begins to rise, I waste little time speeding in. The area is desolate at this time of night. Slamming the door closed with my duffle bag in hand, I head for Summer.
Summer?
Once the footsteps had gone silent, I managed to get to my feet. Glancing at the clock in front of me, I’ve been standing in silence for the past twenty minutes, aimlessly staring at the wall in the kitchen. I feel my body begin to sway, becoming lightheaded as the adrenaline rapidly wears off.
Feeling my soul leap from my body, heavy footsteps thunder back to the front door. As my head snaps to the hall, the door crashes open, bouncing aggressively off the wall. Like a bat out of hell I manage to reach for the knife rack as the dark figure comes into view. Clutching the knife in my trembling hand, the familiar mask approaches with a purpose.
My eyes widen as I round the kitchen island. Applying distance between us, he finally speaks. His chest heaving, slamming his fists down on the table, causing glasses to fly off. Shattering to the ground as my heartbeat thunders in my ears.
“Put that knife down unless you know how to fucking use it.” He spits out at me, and my eyes dart between him and the butcher knife that shakes in my hand.
As soon as my focus moves from him, he pounces, swiping the knife from my hands as it flies across the floor. The large hand reaches out, gripping my throat hard, pulling me to his chest. My body smacks forcefully into his, and I feel his warm breath across my skin as our eyes are in a deadlock. The anger is rife, and his grip fierce as he pulls me through the apartment. My feet barely touching the floor as the bedroom door is thrown open, and I land with a thud on the bed.
Unable to push myself up, I feel him crawl over me. His broad body leaning so heavily into mine. A large blade glimmering in the moonlight catches my eye before it’s brought to my throat. A thin layer of sweat seeps from my skin as the blade is pushed against my sensitive skin.
“I should fucking cut you! He fucking followed you!” His harsh exclaim causes me to wince. “Arms above your head.”
Without hesitating or arguing, I obey the demand, allowing my arms to slowly raise above my head. As he reaches into the bag and pulls open the zip, he turns back to me. The sharp tug of flexi cuffs tugs on my skin as he tightens them. Managing to look up, unable to pull my arms away, my wide eyes fall back to the mask with a fearful, questioning look in my eyes.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, merely audible whisper can be heard.
Tugging gently on my restraints, I feel the morbid curiosity creep over me. Watching him in awe, he finally turns back to me, holding a piece of black material.
“Doing something I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you, Summer. I want to see you fall apart, crying out and letting go of those fucking demons you seem to hold on to.” He leans in, as the material nears my eyes.
Blinking a few times, I process his words. The anger is still stitched into his words, but I’m not scared of what he’ll do for some unexplained reason. It’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong, but I’m drawn to him. His presence gives me a feeling of safety, something I haven’t felt for a long time. In recent times, I’ve lived in fear of abuse and violence and walked around surrounded by a black cloud that could swallow me at any moment.
Once the blindfold is secured, my head relaxes on the pillow below. The darkness consumes my sight. My ears are alert and listening to every movement or creek in the room, but the feeling of his body sliding over mine once again sends warmth all through me. I feel his breath on my lips, gently ghosting across mine.
“Do you want this, Summer?”
I swallow the hard lump in my throat. “Yes.”
