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“You have no idea how happy I am to have you home finally,” he says, kissing my forehead before walking to the door and turning the light off.

He closes the door, and I hear the jingle of keys as he locks it.

As soon as he leaves, I am hit with a wave of emotion, whimpered sobs wracking my body when I realize I have fucked up. I should never have gotten in his car; I should never have let him take me from them. How stupid of me not to realize he would never take me home. We’ve gone from friends to me being his prisoner all in one day.

Have I missed something? How did I not notice what a psychopath he was? How did I ever think I loved this man? How could I be this stupid?

Chapter Thirty-Five

Adeline

I try to move my head but can’t. Instead, my eyes dart around, trying to see inside the room, but all I see is darkness; no windows, only a door where I can see faint light streaming in from underneath.

I don’t know when I fall asleep, but I eventually succumb to it. I don’t remember him coming to bed either, but when I awake, it is to him rolling over and pulling me against him. I squirm, finding I can move, and I carefully sit up. I quietly look around the room.

This is my chance to escape.

The events from yesterday come back to me and Sam drugging me. I look at the ground before seeing one of his shirts on the end of the bed. I reach over, pulling it on, being careful not to wake him. I tiptoe to the door, twisting the knob. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. The door is locked, and turning around, I find Sam sitting in the bed, staring at me.

“You’re awake?” he says, smiling.

“I… um… yeah, slept like a baby,” I tell him nervously.

“Can you unlock the door? I need to pee,” I tell him.

He stands up, stretching.

“Come here,” he says, and I hesitate, which he notices.

My stomach drops when he suddenly walks over to me, and I step back away from him.

“Now, why would you do that? I thought we could have a good morning, have breakfast together, and enjoy each other’s company,” he says, reaching for me.

I smack his hand away.

“What’s got into you, Ada?” he snaps at me.

“You drugged me!” I tell him.

“No, I just helped you. You should be grateful I saved you so we can be together.”

“Saved me? You fucking kidnapped me!” I yell at him, which I realize is a huge mistake.

His jaw clenches, and I realize he is insane, completely insane. He grabs me, tossing me on the bed. I thrash, trying to get out of his grip, when he suddenly slaps me. My face whips to the side from the force.

He just hit me. Sam just hit me.

“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to. You gave me no choice. You were acting crazy. You know I love you,” he says, rubbing my cheek.

I flinch, my hands trembling on my chest.

“Now, don’t be difficult. Come, I will give you your medicine. Then we will have breakfast. Does that sound nice?” he asks, brushing my hair with his hand.

I don’t answer, and he grips the braid, yanking my head back.

“I said, does that sound nice, my love?” he asks again, his voice turning harsh.

Tears spring in my eyes, and I try to nod.