LOGINChloe’s POV "That’s enough, Sylvia. I didn't say you could hurt her!" Jack yelled, grabbing Sylvia's hair and shoving her to the floor and he came closer to me.His hand was wrapped around my neck. "No, Jack. Please don’t hurt her. You can't!" Hilda weeped. He snapped his eyes to Hilda’s direction and bellowed,"Shut up and watch how I will deal with your lovely slut of a sister."Hilda didn't shut up which caused Jack to hit her with the barrel of the gun making her pass out."No! Hilda!" I screamed out loud but he came to me and hit my face.My phone began to beep. Ringing. Vibrating against my pocket. This got him angry."You are mine, Chloe..not my father's. You are mine..mine alone..mine to fuck, mine to ruin, mine to destroy. You are mine. You made a grave mistake of fucking my father!" He threatened, crashing his lips on mine which earned him a kick in his groin.Jack staggered back with a roar, clutching himself in pain. The sound that came out of him was ugly, filled with ra
Chloe’s POV "Twenty dollars note? Gas isn't even twenty dollars!" He barked. In fear, I stepped out of the car and he did the same. He doesn't look like someone that would leave without collecting his money completely."Please sir. My sister is in danger. Please. I will pay you back soon."He scoffed. "Soon? I don't even know you." He retorted.Before I could say anything else, he grabbed and shoved me on the bonnet, trying to touch me inappropriately. "Fine! If you can't pay me in cash. You can pay in kind. Just a taste of your pussy will do." He answered and when I tried to struggle, a blow pierced through my stomach which weakened me.No, this can't happen to me. This man is so disgusting! How can he do this to me?His hand fiddled with my jean button and he successfully dragged it down and ripped my panties. Just as he was about to shove his tongue into me, I gathered all the strength remaining in me and kneed his balls."You are so disgusting!" I cursed at him and dragged up my
Chloe’s POV I didn't listen to Mrs. Grace and I don't care if I got killed either. It's my sister we are talking about here. I don't even know what I will do with my life if I learned that she had been tortured. Of course, she has been. In the picture, it looked like she had been beaten to a pulp. Like she has been tortured. The thought of something bad happening to her scared me to death.I rummaged through the closet till I found a black hoodie and a face cap. I put them on and found myself a black nose mask. I was ready and prepared to go save my sister. I couldn't trust anyone. Not even Drake. I have been sick and he hasn't even checked up on me. What more of my sister? She was nothing to him.I moved closer to the glassy door and slide it opened to review the balcony. There was no staircase, nothing. I looked down and see a particular guard. I looked around and found out he was the only one designated there. He was armed too. That didn't stop me.I went back in and searched arou
Chloe’s POVI was screaming before I even opened my eyes.My body jerked upright in bed, my heart slamming so hard it felt like it might tear through my chest. My throat burned. My hands were shaking. The room was dark, quiet, unchanged. But my mind was still trapped in the nightmare.I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop myself from screaming again.It was only a dream.That was what I tried to tell myself.But my body did not believe it.In the dream, I was tied to a chair. My wrists burned from the rope cutting into my skin. My ankles were bound. I could not move. I could not scream loud enough. My mouth felt dry and useless.Hilda was there.She was tied too.Her face was swollen. Blood ran from her nose and lip. Her clothes were torn. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked at me.I tried to reach her. I tried to break free. I could not.Margaret stood behind her.Margaret’s face was calm. Too calm. Her eyes were empty. Cold. She held a gun in her hand like it weighed not
Chloe’s POVSomeone knew.Someone knew where I was. Someone knew my secrets.I slowly set the phone down on the bed, as if touching it again might make the voice come back. My palms were sweaty. My stomach churned, sharp and sour. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up again. Nothing came out except bile and pain.I leaned against the sink, shaking.“This is not real,” I whispered to myself. “This is not happening.”But it was.I rinsed my mouth and looked at my reflection. My face looked thinner. My eyes were sunken and red. I barely recognized myself. I looked like someone who had been crying for too long and hoping for something that would never return.I walked back into the bedroom and locked the door even though I knew it did nothing. The guards were outside. The cameras were everywhere. Still, I felt exposed.I crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over my head.I tried calling Drake again.Switched off.I tried again.Nothing.A sob escaped my mouth before I could stop it. I
Chloe’s POVI did not know how to escape what I had stepped into.I only knew that I was alone.Two weeks passed.Fourteen days of silence.Drake did not come.He did not call.He did not send a message.At first, I counted the days. Then I stopped. Time lost its meaning inside that house. Morning blended into night. I woke up tired and went to sleep exhausted. The silence pressed on my chest until breathing felt like work.My body began to fail me.It started with nausea. A sour taste in my mouth that would not go away. I ran to the bathroom one morning and threw up until my throat burned. I thought it would pass. It did not.I could not keep food down. Even water made my stomach twist. Mrs. Grace watched me closely, her face filled with worry.“You need a doctor,” she said.“I do not want one,” I replied weakly.“You are getting thinner,” she insisted.“I just need rest,” I said.That was a lie.What I needed was Drake.Only him.I felt it deep inside me. Like a sickness that could







