Chapter 74
74–This is not my room
Aurora POV
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Darkness, Scary darkness. I am surrounded by darkness. A dream gued my mind. Not a dream, a
nightmare. The nightmare that has gued my mind since I can remember.
A man dressed in shadows, yet I see his piercing eyes, one green and one blue. His voice, smooth as
silk yet gruff like a burly woodsman, a hint of dominant sadismces his words like a snake wrapped
around his prey. “Aurora sweetheart, my love, my sweet girl, he whispers. His touch lightly caresses all
over my body as he continues to whisper sweet nothings and nicknames in my car. I feel like I am a
small dwarfpared to his massive frame. He is the size of a tree; his arms are rigid around me.
I feel like 1 am going to puke. He repulses me, I feel grimy and gross, and his touch leaves a feeling of
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dread across my skin. A promise of pain is what I feel. I start to fight the shadows with all the energy I
have, but he is so much stronger than I am. As he tightens his hold to stop my futile escape from his
grasp, I scream and I am jolted awake from my deepest darkness, panting as if I ran a marathon, a
cold sweat coating my face.
It was just a bad dream. His face is always blurry, and yet that voice has haunted me since I was a kid.
It takes minute to slow my racing heart and another minute to
register that I am not in my bed at home. I had never seen this room before. This is not my room.
me a
There was soft amber lighting from amp in the corner bouncing off the eggshell walls. White satin
sheets and a baby pink duvet on a queen–size bed with a sheer pink toul–like fabric that framed
beautifully carved woodwork for the bed posts and canopy. The room wasrge and had high vaulted
ceilings, maybe twenty feet high. The minimalistic furnishings were white and looked clean and new.
A low white dresser opposite the bed expanded most of the wall and mounted above it arge t–
screen TV. A full floor–length mirror in the corner next to it. It looks like there are dark hardwood floors
but it is mostly covered by a Bluffy white rug. A white door on the left side of the bed was slightly ajar.
Must be the bathroom. There are tall thick matching pink curtains that seal what I believe is a window
behind it.
On the other side of the room to my right was another white door, firmly shut but what caught my breath
in my throat was seeing three golden–colored locks with a fingerprint scanner on the door above the
handle. I would bet all of Jason’s money that it was locked.
I then noticed a small ck circle in the corner of the ceiling near the locked door. Once I squinted, I
managed to see a small red shing light. A fucking camera!
I feel myself turning red. As my sensese back, I remember the events before I passed out.
No wait, I was knocked out! No wonder my head feels like it was put under a jackhammer! 1 gently rub
my temples trying to ease the tension. I stilled my movements. The voice. The voice I heard before
everything went dark. The voice
my nightmares. I started to panic all over again and let loose a few tears that were brimming my eyes.
He looked so familiar but he looked different too. But that voice, I would recognize it anywhere.
of
My thoughts turned sour when I thought of Ben! Oh my goodness. He was shot. Another few tears
escaped down my cheeks. As much as my Mafia devils scared the crap out of me most of the time, I
couldn’t help but miss them terribly
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in this moment. Wind theye for me?
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I hope they find me. I don’t want them to give up on me. Oh, Ben! Please be okay. I offer up my silent
plea to the heavens. Please let him be okay, please let them find me.
I slowed my breath again. Get a grip Aurora! You cannot show weakness.
I looked down and I was not in the dress I was in. Someone changed me. Luckily, it wasn’t skimpy
lingerie this time. I was in ck leggings and a white button–down men’s dress shirt. I looked in the
shirt and did not see the bra I wore to the mall but a baby pinkcy one instead.
I untangled my aching limbs from the crumpled sheets and noticed my hair was slightly damp and
braided when a few rogue strands fell into my face, and I had pink fuzzy sucks on too. Two silver
bracelets with thickrge chain links that I had never seen before adomed my wrists. They were tight
like cuffs and there was no sp but saw a small hole, no Moubt for a key. It had a small rectangr
box–shaped te in the middle of each wrist like a fit bit. There were initials carved onto each te:
D.M.
Who the fuck is D.M?
I tried to tug the bracelets a few more times but there was no inclination of reprieve. The chain only
pinched my skin and made my wrists hurt.
Fed up with my attempts, I decided to explore the room more. My limbs were certainly weak. It took me
a good minute to find
my bearings enough to stand up and another minute to find the strength to move my limbs. They felt
heavy but I still managed to walk to therge dresser.
Inside the drawers were some clothes. Lace bras and matchingce panties, socks, and silky
nightgowns in every color. Casual tanks and leggings. There were enough clothes here tost weeks
without doingundry. The fancy–looking remote for what I am presuming is for the TV is on the top
counter as well as a few sealed water bottles and a basket of snacks mainly crackers, cookies and fruit.
I notice a table and chair in the other corner near the right side of the bed where the singlemp is
turned on and walk over to it. There was some loose–leaf paper on the desk. I go through the drawers
and find painting, coloring, and art supplies.
I walk across to the open door next. The carpet was indeed incredibly soft. A fully stockedrge
bookshelf sits near the open door and expands to the corner. It is almost the length of the bed. It has a
variety of books from history and crime novels to romance and young adult fiction novels. Even a few
thrillers. Even a full shelf of cookbooks. How did this person know I like to read cookbooks?
I walk into the bathroom and find the switch on the wall and a beautiful white and gold marble bathroom
is illuminated. It is breathtaking. There is one of those swanky porcin–looking golden w–footed
tubs. I thought Kai’s private tub was fancy, but this was Buckingham Pce worthy. A clean marble
modern countertop with a ss bowl for the basin. There was a ss wall separating a sleek shower,
and it had a matching marble bench inside.
There is another door along the wall and inside is a massive walk–in closet filled with brightly colored
clothes, Dresses and fancy wear like the closet I have at the mansion. A full back wall of shoes in every
color, no doubt they are my size as everything else seems to be. Another wall is full of essories. I
see open shelves to my right full of ultra cloud–like towels and several months‘ worth of my favorite
toiletries, feminine products, and makeup, all still in their packaging and sorted neatly into containers.
Ha jokes on them since I got an IUD birth control, my period doesn’te.
I walk out of the closet and close the door. I decide to use the bathroom and freshen up while Im here. I
grab some
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toiletries, do my business and when I wash my hands, I take a look at myself in the mirror. I have a
freshrge bruise on my neck. A fucking hickey? The other side has a small red mark and that’s the
side I felt a prick on when I passed
out.
I reach up to touch it and hiss when I feel it’s sore to the touch. My shirt has a few open buttons
showing my cleavage and I can see the almost non–existent fading marks that I had from Kai and
Charlie. The ne the guys gave me is missing. I ssh water on my face to help cool off the heat
radiating from my skin and wipe off the excess sweat. I brush my hair and teeth, trying to make myself
more presentable. My eyes are bit bloodshot, and my cheeks are puffy. My eyes are dull.
I make my way to the room only to be stopped in my tracks by a man dressed in a three–piece suit
typing something on his phone sitting on my bed.
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