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It was my only plan, so I had to try it. If I ended up coming across Travis in the hall, I’d deal with that then. Right now my main goal was freeing myself.
Was it bad that this wasn’t the worst situation I’d been in? Was it wrong that I knew precisely what to do here? Probably, but all that shit was in the past, and I’d rather not relive it…or anything to do with him. I wouldn’t even think of his name.
I brought my hands to my chest, closing my eyes as I gripped the thumb on my right hand. I exhaled slowly, my breathing coming out evenly. Some would think it was remarkable that I was so cool under pressure, but what those people didn’t know was that I had practice.
Dislodging my thumb? Never done it before, but there was a first time for everything, wasn’t there?
I jerked my left hand, taking my right thumb with it. A sickening crack reverberated through the air, and my adrenaline pumped too much, too fast to let me feel the pain. The pain would come later. I opened my eyes, keeping them fixed to the ceiling as I started to pull my right hand out of the cuff.
It wasn’t a simple set of handcuffs. It was something made for keeping a person chained up, something you couldn’t just stroll into Home Depot and buy. Chains like this…I didn’t know where you could get them.
Even with my thumb dislocated, it took quite a bit of effort to pull my hand through. The metal dug into my skin, threatening to crack other bones in my knuckles and shave off the top layer of flesh, but once I put my feet around the metal, using my leg strength to keep it still as I pulled my torso backward, I was able to slide my hand out.
I would not look at my hand, I would not look at my hand, I would not…
I looked at my hand.
My thumb hung there, useless, and the skin on the back of my hand where the chains had dug into burned a bright, flaring red. The pain was definitely there, fighting my adrenaline, threatening to take over. Couldn’t stop now, though. Had to keep going.
I went as far as the chain would allow, my left arm completely outstretched as I lifted my leg towards the desk. The tip of my foot brushed against my backpack. I wasn’t far enough. I needed more, so I pulled harder. My left shoulder seared in pain, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. I got another inch, and that was all I needed.
The tip of my shoe hooked in the handle on top of the bag, and I jerked my leg back, bringing the bag off the desk and onto the carpeted floor. My books made a big thud, and the key rolled off. My free hand couldn’t reach it, so once again I had to use my foot to drag the key closer. Once I was able to grab it, I snatched it up with my working fingers and fumbled as I went to unlatch my other hand.
I should do something about my dislocated thumb, but now wasn’t the time. Plus, I knew how to get it out, but not back in properly.
The key slid into its respective hole, and I turned it, unlocking the other manacle around my left wrist. I got to my feet, tossed the key onto his bed, and grabbed my backpack. He still had my phone, but that was it. He didn’t take my keys. I could run back to the dorm room and…and what? Tell Declan what happened? Would he believe me?
Didn’t matter. I’d worry about that when I was actually there.
I was about to leave, but something stopped me. A nagging feeling, a suspicion, something in my gut that told me there was more to this, more to Travis. You didn’t wake up one morning and decide to kidnap someone. There had to be more to this clean room than met the eye.
I went to his dresser, opening every drawer and going through them as quickly as I could, cradling my right hand to my chest. Oh yeah, it was starting to hurt like a bitch now. My head hurt, too. Drawer after drawer, I found nothing but clothes…and some interesting sex toys, but mostly clothes.
I turned to his desk, going through that next. I thought about taking the tablet, but if he could track my phone, he could track that, too. Nope. Next were the drawers on the desk, which held nothing but notebooks and extra pens. All in all, my searching only took a few moments. Hmm. Maybe I—
Just when I started to think this was a waste of time and I should go, I took a peek in the bottom drawer, finding one thing in the deep space. A single, tiny thing that was so out of place, I instantly knew it was wrong. I also knew from the bright pink hue of its leather, it wasn’t Travis’s.
Some kind of journal.
I wanted to throw up, both from the pain and because I had the feeling I knew who this journal belonged to. I bent to pick it up and rushed to the door, holding the pink journal near my armpit. After shoving my head out and glancing both ways down the hall, I took off, practically sprinting.
No elevator. Might run into him there. Stairs it was.
I found the stairs at the other end of the building, hurrying down them, practically tripping over my feet as I went. Over and over, down more steps and stairs until my heart threatened to burst. The stairwell led directly outside, and when I emerged into the fresh air, I found it was getting dark out. I threw a nervous glance around me before starting to power walk my ass away from there.
It was difficult to juggle trying to open the journal and watching where I was walking. Campus was mostly empty, the sidewalks clear. I took the long way around, not going towards the student union to avoid seeing Travis. The streetlights were already on, the moon beginning its ascent in the sky, and I finally managed to flip open the front binding of the journal.
Property of sat there in big, bold letters, but it was the name right after it that made me swallow bile.
Property of Sabrina Salvatore.
Chapter Twenty-Four – Sawyer
This was so not working, and I fucking hated it. I hated it more than anything in the world right now. There was nothing physically wrong with the girl under me. She was simple, but pretty. Her eyes were a warm amber color, and her nails were the perfect length as she dragged them down my back while I fucked her.
But…no. It just wasn’t working.
I was hard, but I couldn’t come. Anytime I got close, I’d glance down at the girl’s face, and then my mind would start to wonder: what the fuck was I doing? What was I doing here? Was this really my life?
