☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆Yes. I remember now. It's been four weeks since we got here. Jake still hadn't told me where we were. I’d been locked in this basement for so long, I didn't know what it felt like to see the outside world, or feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.He’d been texting my dad on my phone, impersonating me. And whenever my dad asked to speak on a phone call, Jake would hold a knife to my throat just in case I said anything that indicated that I was in danger.He promised his family would hurt mine if I didn't cooperate. And I believed him. I knew what they were capable of. So, my dad basically believed I left France and went back to New York, got caught up in school, and refused to come home for Christmas. I spent Christmas with Jake exploring my body like a perfectly wrapped present from Santa. He’d drugged me. Whenever I woke up, I was tied to the bed. Naked. His fingers hovered over my breasts, lightly tracing every inch of my skin as if he’d burn if he really touched
Last Updated : 2025-12-06
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