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CAMILLA
The steady drip of a tap pulls me out of sleep, but the grogginess seeping into my bones keeps my eyes closed. What the hell happened?
I haven’t felt this tired when I’ve woken up since Rogers stopped my pain meds. Did I take some last night for something? Was I in pain?
I don’t think so.
At least not the pain I would want to cure myself of.
My core is still a little sore from taking Bishop for the first time, but that’s not a memory I want to numb. Not when it was so fucking perfect.
I force my body to shift, but the mattress feels wrong. It’s not soft the way mine is, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a bar digging into my barely-healed ribs.
Taking a deep breath, I force my eyes open and immediately wish I’d remained in blissful ignorance. I’m not at the complex anymore. I have no fucking clue where I am, only that it’s a far cry from the luxurious room I’ve inhabited for the last six weeks and the ones I grew up in.
The only way I can describe the room I’m in is a cell. Concrete walls. A metal bed frame with chains dangling from the rails. There’s a dirty-looking toilet in the corner, and what looks like a tray of food is by the door.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’d woken up in jail. But that’s not the case.
I allow my eyes to drift closed again, the tiredness weighing on me until I drift back into a fitful sleep.
I don’t know how much time passes, but when I awake again, the food is missing from by the door, and one of my ankles has been cuffed to the bed.
What the fuck?
Panic flares to life in my chest, and my breathing picks up as I struggle to grasp control of it. There’s only one possible explanation for where I am right now, and if I’m right, I have no idea how I’m going to get out of it alive.
I force deep breaths into my lungs, desperately searching my mind for what could have possibly happened to lead me to this moment.
The guys went out, leaving me alone at the complex.
The door wasn’t locked, which I remember smiling about. It was the first time since Bishop brought me in off the street, bleeding and broken from Davenport’s men’s brutality, that they had trusted me with full run of the complex with no supervision. Things were finally beginning to feel normal between the five of us. Or at least as normal as things can feel when you’re considering a relationship with the four most ruthless men in the city.
But then it was a while since I heard from them. They promised they would keep me updated because they knew I was worried about them, and then they didn’t. Maybe they just forgot. I guess they’re not used to having a woman at home waiting for them and worrying about them.
But I can’t remember anything after that. I ate a pizza for dinner, and then I was watching some reality television show Kovu and I got hooked on during my first week with them.
A sound outside the cell pulls my attention from trying to figure out how I got here, and suddenly it comes flooding back to me.
I heard a sound in the garage, and I thought it was the roller door.
I went to them, desperate to make sure they were okay, but when I got there, it was dark.
And then there was a prick in my neck and three words that will be scarred into my mind for the rest of my life.
“I’m sorry, Princess.”
Kaos was the one who drugged me.
The realization slices through my chest, and tears gather in the corners of my eyes.
I thought we were finally getting somewhere, and then he does this?
How could he?
A broken sob escapes from my throat before I can swallow it down. Do the others know? Did they agree to this? Was he just the only one man enough to face me when they handed me off to the person who intends to use me as little more than a baby maker?
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I bury my face in the pillow. There are probably cameras in here, and I don’t need these people watching me cry. But I need to let it out. I need to get a handle on my emotions so when the time comes, I won’t have to show them weakness.
