Trapped in their basement.
Raped. Beaten. Broken.
All I have left is my sanity.
Preston stole my name and my body.
Paxton stole my heart.
Existing only for him.
Don’t make me walk away.
***As if it wasn’t clear enough, there are TRIGGERS in this book, and if you are not over 18, or cannot handle subjects such as violence, kidnapping and rape, this is NOT the book for you***
The fact I am wearing no clothes should frighten me. The vulnerability most ordinary people have when naked and exposed to the world is an emotion I’m not accustomed to any longer. Preston made sure of it, just as he had made sure I was properly trained, properly mannered, and properly subservient to only him. You would think forty-five degrees without a scrap of material to cover my raw flesh would cripple me. You would believe that, but you would be wrong.
As every car passes me by, I do what I’ve done for the past sixteen months, two weeks, three days, and four hours. I count. I count the number of cars, the number of trucks, the number of vans. I count the red ones, the green ones, the black ones, and the silver ones. I notice every passenger. The brunettes, the blondes, the red heads, and the balding. I count them all. Just as Preston taught me, and although he’s driven away, and I don’t know if I will ever see him again, I know without a doubt I must follow his rules. If I fail, he won’t love me back, and if he doesn’t love me back, I will die. And although death will afford me the peace I’ve dreamed about for nearly two years, I cringe knowing no one will mourn the loss of the nameless, soulless girl who fell for the man that broke her.