บททั้งหมดของ Ruin Me,DADDY: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

**Chapter 82** The second place was colder than the first, which I hadn't thought possible until I felt it. They'd hauled me out of the van and down another set of concrete steps into a room with no windows and a single bulb that buzzed more than it lit anything. My wrists were chained higher here, high enough that standing flat wasn't an option — I had to stay up on the balls of my feet or let my shoulders take the weight, and neither one was sustainable for long. Blood had dried in thin lines down both forearms where the ties had cut deepest. My legs shook constantly now, a low tremor I couldn't will away, but I refused to let them fold. Not yet. Hunger didn't feel like hunger anymore. It felt like something alive, gnawing steadily at the inside of me. Thirst was worse — my tongue had gone thick and foreign in my mouth, and every attempt to swallow scraped like I was dragging sandpaper down my own throat. I kept thinking about the bottle of water from the last room, the one they'd

**Chapter 84** The new room was colder than anything before it, and I'd started to wonder if that was intentional — each place worse than the last, like they wanted my body breaking down faster than my will. They'd moved me in the dead of night, hauling me out of the van and down another flight of stairs that seemed to go on longer than the room itself justified. My wrists were chained higher again, forcing me onto my toes just to breathe without my shoulders screaming. The zip-ties had worn so deep that any small shift sent a fresh line of blood tracking down my arm. My legs weren't just shaking now — they buckled every few minutes, and I had to fight to lock my knees back into place each time. Hunger had become something I'd stopped negotiating with. It just sat there, hollow and constant. Thirst was worse — my tongue thick, my throat raw enough that swallowing felt like punishment. I'd tried to run in the last place. When the two men came to move me, I'd thrown my shoulder into

**Chapter 86** The new room smelled like wet stone and something sourer underneath it that I didn't let myself think about too hard. They'd moved me again before dawn, down another flight of stairs that felt identical to every other flight I'd stumbled down over however many hours this had been now. My wrists were chained high enough that I had to stay up on the balls of my feet to keep the worst of the strain off my shoulders. The ties had cut so deep that even the smallest shift sent a fresh line down my forearm. My legs shook constantly now, a tremor that didn't stop even when I willed it to. Hunger had turned into something with teeth, gnawing steady and low. Thirst was worse — my tongue swollen, my throat past the point of scraping into something closer to grinding. I'd stopped trying to call out a while back. My voice had worn down to a whisper and then past that, into something that barely counted as sound at all. I thought about Elena, safe somewhere warm, and let that thou

**Chapter 88** Midnight was coming, and I didn't have a clock, but somehow my body knew it anyway — some animal part of me still tracking time even after everything else had shut down. I didn't know what happened at midnight. I only knew Victoria had said the word like a countdown, and countdowns meant something was about to change, and change in this place had never once meant anything good. They'd moved me again — I'd lost track of whether this was the eighth room or the ninth, and honestly it didn't matter anymore. They all had the same bones. Concrete. A ring or a pipe. A bulb that flickered like it resented having to work. This one at least had a chair bolted to the floor a few feet from where they'd chained me, and I didn't know if that meant someone was planning to sit and watch, or if it was just leftover furniture from whatever this building used to be before it became somewhere people disappeared into. My wrists had stopped bleeding fresh, mostly because there wasn't much

**Chapter 90** The confirmation came through Silas's earpiece in four words, and I felt every muscle in my body coil at once. "Second signature moving. Erratic." "Define erratic," I said. "Pacing. Fast. Could be a guard checking on her. Could be them prepping to move her again." I didn't wait for a better answer. "We go now. Full breach, all teams. I want that building surrounded in ninety seconds." The order went out and my people scattered into motion, fanning wide around the small metal structure at the edge of the rail spur, boots silent against gravel that had been ground smooth by years of shipping traffic. I moved with them, weapon up, every sense narrowed down to the single rectangle of corrugated steel ahead of us. We hit the door from two sides. It gave way faster than I expected — cheap lock, cheap hinges, the kind of building nobody had ever planned on needing to actually defend. Empty. Chain still looped through the support beam. A single zip-tie, cut clean throug