Page 10 of Vows From Hell

If the two met, it was bound to be a disaster and both of us would leave in handcuffs.

Everyone else seemed to move in slow motion, their voices blocked out of my head. All I could hear was the sound of my heart and Micah’s footsteps that approached me.

The closer he was, the more anxious I became.

His divine scent filled my nose, one I’d missed for too long. My resolve seemed to falter the more time passed, and I found myself desiring – no, needing to suffocate in him.

I swallowed harshly.

His body was dangerously close to mine now. When his hot breath hit the top of my head, I could’ve sworn my heart snapped in half.

“I’m sorry for the wait, Bambi.’’

And that was when I felt a sharp sensation on the side of my neck, as the needle pierced through my skin.

Fucking finally. 

IV

STORM

As soon as my eyes fluttered open, I found myself feeling refreshed. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so soundly. Strangely enough, nightmares didn’t disturb my sleep. Instead, it was peaceful. I didn’t dream of anything – though I didn’t truly need to.

That was when I sat straight up, remembering the events that led me to this peaceful night. My eyes scanned the surroundings, and I desperately tried to figure out where the hell I was.

Until it clicked.

The entire room was familiar, but my blurry eyesight and sleepy mind didn’t allow me to realize immediately. Undoubtedly, the mattress was similar, the sheets smelling like my favorite fabric softener.

Pictures decorating the walls, and even the walls themselves, were all recognizable.

The interior of the room looked like a perfect replica of the room Micah used in the cabin three years ago. The only reason I was confident it was a replica and not the actual cabin was because it was long purchased by some businessman, and Micah wasn’t stupid enough to take me to the same spot twice.

But where the hell was he?

The only thing this room was missing was a window. It wasn’t dark, as it had a big lamp in the corner, but it was odd that there wasn’t even a single window in the spacious room.

Unless we were in a basement, then it made perfect sense.

Slowly, I pulled the covers off my body and noticed immediately that he hadn’t taken off my clothes. A part of me was relieved, whereas the other part was very much frustrated. He at least could’ve removed my coat and shoes.

With a sigh, I stood from the bed, yawning and stretching.

No matter how much I’d anticipated this and yearned for this experience, I was too relaxed. Micah wasn’t a man to be taken lightly, so I needed to have my guard up.

If it turned out that he was, in fact, only toying with me and his goal was to make me into an obsessive freak, I was unsure of how I’d react.

Over the past years, I did have a couple of breakdowns.

I never knew when they would come, and it seemed that anything was a trigger. Twice, Sierra witnessed it. The worry on her face as she struggled to help me regain my breath was engraved in my mind.

Lying became a part of me. Almost every word I uttered was a lie.

There was no way I could’ve confided in anyone. Sierra would’ve died from shock and a therapist would’ve called the police. In the end, I was left all alone to deal with the aftermath of his abandonment.

My family was overprotective of me during the first couple of months. It was suffocating because it seemed that I couldn’t escape them. Even while I was sleeping, there was someone watching over me.

It got annoying quickly, and I almost snapped at them numerous times.