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I open the door and lock myself inside, taking off my shirt immediately. "FUCK!" I let out, getting my hands on my short hair to mess it up, "FUCKKKK!" I can't fucking believe I'm here again, after everything I did to get the balls to leave in the first place, then stay away from them, then survive out there… all that for nothing?!

Left it unlocked. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. **Unknown: Window stays open. Lights off. I’ll be there at eleven. Don’t touch yourself before I arrive. That orgasm is mine.** I stared at the screen. Then I left the window open. And didn’t lock the door.

I'm gone. I'm sorry. I don't quite remember the circumstances that got me to you specifically. The day I layed my eyes on you in that pool area, I felt an emotion awaken in me. I felt the need to protect you. I always thought you needed me to protect you but, it was me who needed you more than you needed me. You completed me. You still complete me. You gave me a son. You brought out the best and the worst. Showed me a true purpose I would have loved to pursue: Having you and Mars and bein a family. So thank you for being by my side even when I was a danger to the both of you. Thank you for being able to take the intiative if leaving, giving him away to protect him. Thank you for loving me th

I heard her say before the door slammed closed. “Mel!” I slammed my palm flat on the metal door. “This is not funny!” I can’t believe that annoying woman locked me out. I twisted the knob and pressed my thumb on the smart lock but it rejected my prints. That’s strange. “So this is their plan.” Jake’s voice startled me, making me jump back. My hands shot up to my chest as I turned, feeling my heartbeat taking speed. He emerged from the dark, wearing the same annoyed look as I do. “W-what?” “They locked us here,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Shit.

Hіѕ еуеѕ grеw larger іn expectation, hesitating ѕlіghtlу. “That уоu wоn’t just lеаvе again, that whаtеvеr we have to face іn the future wе’ll do іt tоgеthеr. Thаt you’ll аlwауѕ tеll mе everything. Dоn’t lock me out again, I don’t thіnk I соuld tаkе it.”

He clutched my hands, his tears falling onto the back of my hand, while Phoebe glared at us with hatred in her eyes. I pulled my hands back with effort and took a deep breath. "Sorry. I don't remember anything, so whether or not I forgive you doesn't matter anymore," I said flatly. "If I were you, and my girlfriend had been pushed down the stairs, I would've called the police instead of imprisoning a suspect myself. And if it's true that your girlfriend framed me, then she's the one who should apologize. But that doesn't erase the fact that you committed a crime by holding me captive.

“This is the part where I tell you that you had me at hello. Except, I think I said hello first. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you, you were going to be a problem for me.” He quirked his lips. “A problem?” “Yep. You came into my neat and tidy life and shook things up.” “I hope that’s a good thing.” I hugged him again. I couldn’t stop touching him. “It’s a very good thing. It’s the best thing. But know this. You are stuck with me. If you try to run away from me again, I am going to chain you up and lock you in the basement.” He grinned, his brows dancing. “Chains, huh? I didn’t know you were into the freaky stuff.”

I said, locking my eyes on his. He held my stare for several heartbeats, then chuckled. “Not enough?” I sucked in a sharp breath. “You have to release at least a dozen people for me to stay.” He laughed hard and loud, and I flinched. I knew that I was playing with fire. I had no value for him. He wanted me because of a whim. But if I was about to lose my freedom, I had to try. There was a beat of silence before his mouth opened… “Fine. Twelve people for you.”

"Yet, I still held onto the belief that my hands would warm up your heart sooner or later. "However, I realized that I was wrong—because you don't have a heart. You don't deserve the heart that you have in your chest now." With that, I stood up to leave. However, Oliver grasped my wrist furiously. He said in an insufferably arrogant tone, "Sienna, I'm already being very patient with you. Are you done causing trouble?" "We're over." However, as if he didn't understand my words, he kept yanking on my wrist.

"You need to learn that mistakes come with a price." As per her instructions, the guards grabbed my ankle and wrenched it outward. "Ah!" A tearing, bone-deep agony ripped through my fracture site as if countless needles were twisting in my bone marrow. The pain was so intense that my vision blacked out, and my body spasmed uncontrollably. "P-Please…" I begged in a broken voice as agony seized my chest. "It hurts, Bianca…" For a split second, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she stiffly said, "I'll let it slide this time. Make sure it doesn't happen again, or else—"