Chapter Ten

NATASHA

I take my words back. I take them back big time. This was hell. I didn't think this through at all. Olivia was crazy. She's fucking crazy.

I coughed as she dumped my head into the water, sputtering as water rushed through my gut and spleen, driving me crazy.

This was it. I was going to die.

I had spent three days in Lucas mansion and suffice to say, I was certain he wanted to take my life instead. That had to be the goal of it all. There was nothing else.

Why on earth was I being subjected to Torture? It started a day ago. After the sparring with Olivia, I had won by the way, my body was sore as hell, next thing I knew, I was thrown into a tank and drenched with water.

Yesterday was hell.

I could still hear my screams. I could still feel myself choking as I struggled to stay afloat in the water. If Luca hadn't ordered for them to stop, if he had waited a minute too soon, I probably would have passed out.

That was yesterday.