37.

Juliet Ferguson

I hate not knowing what’s happening, I’ve been blindfolded and I’m trusting my lover, to get me wherever he has taken me safely.

“Are you ready?”

I nod, “I’ve been ready.”

He removes my blindfold and I open my eyes, but I don’t find myself in a romantic place, instead, I find myself in a warehouse, the same warehouse that I was kidnapped and taken to the night I was gang-raped.

“Why the hell would you bring me here?”

He takes my hand, but I pull it back and stare at him, “Vincent, is this some sick joke to you?”

“Quite to contrary my love, I’ve brought you here to find peace,”

I scoff, “You’re joking right?”

“Follow me,”

He starts walking towards an open area, I follow behind him and as soon as we make it to another open space, a man comes into view, he’s tied to a chair, savagely beat, and looks like his sheer life is in danger.

“Who is that?”

He w