Happy reading, guys. Excuse me for any errors you may find here or throughout the book, I'll fix them, when I get the time to do so. 😊❤️

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Her angel eyes saw

the good in many devils.

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Beep... Beep... Beep...

This relaxing, faint smell of pine and antiseptic lingered in the air.

Beep... Beep... Beep

Where is that beeping noise coming from?

Beep... Beep... Beep...

And Where the heck am I?

Beep...

Is this what heaven sounds like? I was interrupted from my thoughts when faint noises filled the stillness of the room.

Faint little voices are heard. I tried to peel my eyes open, but it was useless. My eyelids were heavy as solid bricks molded together. I wonder who those voices belong to.

"How long will she be like this doctor? It has been 2 weeks ?" A male voice asked in a worried tone. For a weird moment, I thought that raspy, soft voice sounded familiar.

Where have I heard that soft, appealing voice from?

And who are they talking about?

"Don't worry, she only had a mild concussion. It's normal for her to sleep for 7 days or more.

The surgery was a complete success, of course. But she needs to rest and take it easy". The doctor replied back to the worried man.

"But will she have any other complications?"

"We have to wait and see. When she came here, she was in a pretty bad state. Her body weighed lower than usual. She was beaten and starved for who knows how many days.

When she got here, this poor girl was losing a lot of blood. So don't worry, she'll be waking up soon enough. Lucky for her that she was brought sooner. If not, she would have been right about now, six feet underground." The doctor responds dryly back to the unknown stranger that was in the room.

Sleep consumes me with those last words.

My last thought was, "Fuck you, doctor."

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I don't know why, but I felt a hand on me. Who is touching me like that?

One firm hand is wrapped tightly around my neck, making me feel very uncomfortable. My heart began to pound harder and harder in my chest. It felt like it was going to burst out of my chest at how fast it was beating.

I never expected to be woken up... like this. Trying so hard to open my heavy eyes to see who was doing this to me, but it was useless.

No matter how much I try, they won't peel open.

My eyelids were heavy as bricks. No matter how much I tried to open them, It felt like my eyelids were permanently glued together.

is all that is heard inside the echoey room.

This beeping sound was getting faster and faster. Of course, my poor frightened heart didn't know what else to do in this situation.

Maybe those monsters found me... Could it be my stepfather?

Is this how I'm going to die? In such a pathetic and hopeless way.

Looking back, he never had such large hands like this one. That is wrapped tightly around my neck right now. Not even my mother had such large hands like this person.

And they never smelled anything so alluring, like... subtle spice and woody.

This unknown person applied more pressure to my neck. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. It felt like I was underwater.

What is wrong with this person?

What problem does this person have with me?

Why does this person want to kill me?

"Awww. My new toy is having difficulties breathing." A deep, dark, sinister voice joyfully says, sending my heart into overdrive.

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...

As the feeling of my lungs going to collapse at any moment.

" Come on, open your pretty little brown eyes for me... Come on, my new little toy. Open them. I just hate it when people disobey me, toy." He whispered so close to my left ear. His voice was so dangerously low it sent a shiver down my spine.

I was desperately trying to open my eyes or slightly move my body to get away from him.

Unfortunately, luck was not on my side today. My body wasn't cooperating with me. It felt like I was tied down to this damn bed.

Why is he so close?

Who is he and why is he here?

I just wanted to cry at this very moment.

Being this defenseless is the worst thing in the world. Where are the stupid nurses when you need them? It can't be that there's nobody here.

How has nobody come in when the beep machine is beeping so damn fast and loud?

Maybe it's just a bad dream?

But... Why does this one feel so fucking real?

And what does he mean by ""? He loosens the grip on my neck.

"Why won't you wake up?

Let's just try something else to wake you up. I'm getting really impatient here... Shall we? "He mocks me.

All of a sudden, he replaces his hand with his lips.

Without warning, a wet, hot tongue slides up my skin, slowly making my body shiver at the contact. Then he began sucking and licking at a specific spot on my neck.

Is this person out of their fucking mind?

Then he starts sucking hard at one pacific spot on my skin. In an instant, the warmth of his lips was gone.

"Now that bastard would know you are mine, and that you are off-limits. My little pretty toy, you belong to me now... Only me. " He confidently says that as if I was already his damn property.

" I will be back soon, my little slave." And then that was the last thing I heard from him. He leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Now all I can hear is the beeping machine and my heart thumping loudly inside my chest.

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Two days have passed since the scary nightmare. Well, it feels like two days. But who knows how many days have passed, right?

I can still feel his large hand wrap around my neck.

Just knowing that some messed up individual was going to choke me to death (and that he was somewhere out there waiting for me to just end me).

It's just... honestly terrifying.

Yet, today I woke up to someone touching my left leg. At first, I thought it was the crazy guy who wanted to end me.

But it somehow felt like someone else.

Who the hell is touching me right now?

"Wow, she is really skinny. She looks kind of dead. " The stranger speaks in a teasing tone, still gripping onto my leg. His voice sounded so playful but dangerous at the same time.

It's really hard to explain... But a lingering hint of darkness peeked through those cheerful words.

"Leave the dead girl's leg alone, before our father sees you doing that." The second male demands of the first person. You can hear the irritation and the disinterest in his voice.

As if... At any moment, he will choke the first person to death if he doesn't stop. Unlike that first-person voice, his was much deeper, lower, and kind of possessive.

He sounds like a person you don't want to mess with.

"Oh, come on, you're always ruining the fun, brother. Our Father will never know if you don't tell him." He breathed out a deep, throaty laugh.

A door is heard opening. " What are you doing, Kevin? "A female's soft voice is heard.

His light laughter dies down as the grip that he had on my left leg loosens.

In fact, he became kind of tense. It looks

like somebody is going to get into trouble.

I mentally smile to myself.

"I asked you a damn question, Kevin. What the hell were you doing to that poor girl? " The female asked with a hint of anger in her voice. Damn, he's not in trouble... No, he's in deep shit.

The clicking sound of high heels clicking against the floor was getting louder and louder coming towards me. "I ask you a damn question, ? What the hell were you doing to the girl? Don't make me repeat myself, . " She demanded in such a harsh, low tone. It sends chills down my spine.

Uneasiness spread through my body like wildfire. yet, she's not even talking to me.

Why am I so damn scared of her?

Is it because she sounds like my mother when she speaks like that? So... Harshly.

"I was just playing with her, that's all, Mother." He mumbles like a child. His whole demeanor changed. His hand on my left leg was shaking nervously. His breathing patterns were coming out rigged.

What is he so damn afraid of? That got him acting that frightened?

Where did his cheerfulness from a few minutes ago go?

A loud, sharp noise is heard in the room. OH... MY GOD, did she just slap him? Damn, that shit is so fucked up.

At that very moment, my eyes shot open. The beeping sounds of the machine sped up.

The bright light blinded me as if I was looking at the sun for the first time. But in a few seconds, my hazy eyes adjusted to the brightness of the fluorescent light.

When my vision adjusted, the first person I laid my hazy eyes on was the person that got slapped.

His head was hung low, like a child that got punished by his mother. His body shivered and his shoulders slumped over. He looked broken but beautiful.

In an instant, his whole freaking demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. His fist clenched tightly as he spoke with gritted teeth.

"Why did you hit me for, mother?" He snapped. His voice became deeper and darker, and it sounded so familiar.

Where have I heard that dark, sinister voice from?

The real question is, where?

He digs his nails into my leg. Intense pain spread up my leg so fast that it felt like a stinging sensation traveling up my muscles.

I felt like a complete intruder that wasn't supposed to hear this or see this. Trying to hold back a whimper as I observe the guy who just got slapped.

Let's keep this straight, this guy was no damn child. By the back view, he looks intimidating with his tall form, built like an athletic man.

Dress in casual black clothes as if he was going to someone's funeral today. If that person was not his mother, He would have probably crushed her with no problem.

"Look, who's awake from the dead ?" The second guy announced to the other two in the room, But my eyes were still fixed on the guy, who still had his hard grip on my left leg.

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