Page 24 of The Darkest Hour

She said her name was Onyx.

The image of her face lingered in my mind, a haunting vision that refused to fade.

Where are you, beautiful?

Slowly, I lifted my head off the soft pillow. Every movement was met with a sharp ache, and even turning my neck sent a wave of pain through my body.

Show your face so I can fuck and then kill you.

Shadows covered most of the bedroom, except for a narrow slash of sunlight which snuck through the gap between the curtains to fall right on my face.

It’s the next day. Morning or afternoon.

Next, I noticed something very odd.

Hold on.

The bed rocked from side to side on its own.

I’m on a boat?

I strained my ears and took note of the waves pushing against the outside of the boat and the subtle rumble of the engine in the distance.

This is a medium sized vessel. Perhaps, a small yacht. There’s too much rocking for it to be huge. And the engine is fucking loud.

I lay my head back on the pillow and stared at the shadows dancing on the ceiling.

She’s already gotten me off the island and is now probably taking me to her boss. I’ll have to get free before we arrive.

I returned my thoughts to Onyx.

Like the shadows, she’d slipped in and out of darkness, vanishing when too much light hit her.

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was absolutely impressed.

It sucks that I’ll have to kill you.

I moved my legs and arms around.

Oh.

Nothing was chained or tied up with rope.

Are you kidding me? There’s a reason why millions are on my head. I’m pretty fucking dangerous, sweetie.

Her not keeping me tied didn’t make sense. Surely, she knew that I would wake up eventually. Or maybe she had miscalculated her little sleep serum. I was much bigger than the average man, and would probably require a bit more of whatever she put in that dart.

Still, had I been her. . .I would have chained me up.

Time to get out of here.

Although still sluggish, I sat up in the bed.

Then, movement sounded from the outside of the door like someone was getting ready to come inside.

Shit.

I lay back down, closed my eyes, and heard a key turn in the lock.