Chapter 133
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[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I had to curl into a ball to keep myself warm.
This savage coldness was deceiving me. Every thirty minutes, Olivia’s minions went inside my isolated prison cell to splash me with water, making the situation even worse for me.
I didn’t know how long they were going to do this. I didn’t know how long I could tolerate what Olivia was doing to me. But if I ever heard her say anything about my children, I would never think twice about tearing her head away from her pretty little neck. I would make sure her head would roll down in front of her bastard dad.
Every muscle in my body trembled with ache. I stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth, worried that I might bite it as my teeth gnashed and my jaws trembled at the cold. I pressed both my hands against my chest, between my breasts, to shield the tips of my fingers from any potential frostbite. I couldn’t lose a hand. I need them to rip Olivia’s eyes out and make her scream for mercy as I torture her and make her pay for what she did to me.
Another thirty minutes and I braced myself from the stinging pain of the freezing water splashing on my already burning skin. I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come, but all I heard was a scream and the banging sound of the metal pail dropping loudly on the cement floor.
I looked up with a trembling face and half-closed eyes. The image was blurry, and there were only silhouettes I could see. A body was lying face down on the floor, while there was a giant silhouette of a man standing on top of the unconscious body. My first instinct was to push myself against the wall and defend myself from whatever the man would do to me. But I was so exhausted I could barely move a muscle. It was as if my joints were locked into place, and it was excruciating to move even an inch from where I was lying.
“What—” I whispered in fear as I kicked my feet in a hopeless, desperate move to get away.
“Samantha! Samantha, it’s me!”
I didn’t know if I was just hallucinating, but the voice was so familiar to me—the voice of a man whom I would never expect to hear in a place like this.
No. It could be just my mind’s trick.
“Samantha!”
My eyes widened when I realized it was real. He was real! I immediately pushed myself up to look at his face, and then tears rolled down my face as soon as I recognized the man who was kneeling in front of me.
“Killian!” I exclaimed. I wanted to throw my hands around him in a tight hug, but I couldn’t move. Tears brimmed in my eyes as he embraced me tightly and took off his coat to wrap it around me. “What are you—what are you doing here?!”
“Saving you, silly,” he growled at me as he carried me into his arms. “What do you think I am here for?!”
“I mean,” I grimaced when I swallowed hard and then whimpered softly. Killian looked down at my face with anger and worry. “How did you know I was here…?”
“It doesn’t matter, Sam. What matters is for us to get out of this place as fast as we can without the guards seeing us.”
“That’s impossible. This place is guarded twenty-four seven, and Olivia makes sure there are guards everywhere in this place. How did you barge in without being detected?”
“Do you think Olivia is the only person who has loyal connections here?” Killian grinned at me, but failed to hide that fear and worry in his eyes. “I will get you out of this place even if it means I have to wage war against Silver Crescent. You told me Dominic would take care of you, and look what he’s f*cking doing right now. He lets you rot in this place while he’s busy worrying about other people at the eastern gates. F*cking moron.”
I couldn’t answer back. I couldn’t defend my husband from him as tears rolled down my face. Because he was right. Dominic had already forgotten me.
As Killian carried me out of the cell, two other guards were waiting for us and led us straight into a narrow tunnel, which I had never seen before. I was so surprised to see that Killian must have been communicating with these men to spy against my mate’s pack.
As we got out of the tunnel, Killian decided to put me down, and I grimaced, feeling so scared and uncomfortable when I felt the grass tingling the soles of my feet. Two horses were already prepared for both of us as the two guards nodded at Killian and returned to the narrow, dark tunnel.
“I need to go to Liam’s house and get the kids,” I begged Killian as I walked towards him, almost limping. “I have to know if my children are safe and not being held or hurt with Olivia and her men!”
“You can’t go back, Samantha.” His face was grave as he said the words to me with both his hands on my arms, trying to steady me. “You know how dangerous it is that you left your prison cell. I know these people are accusing you wrongly, and you are just trying to prove your innocence. But f*ck it, Samantha! Olivia is torturing you there! She is slowly killing you and that d*ckhead—I mean your excellent husband—has no idea what they are doing to you!”
“How did you know what happened here, Killian? Who told you?” I asked him, still wondering where he got the news from. “How did you know that I was arrested because they think I killed Lena?”
“I have eyes everywhere, Sam,” he patiently explained as he put his hand lightly on top of my head with worry in his eyes. “I told you… If that bastard failed to take care of you, I will! That’s why I am here—to make sure you can get out alive from that place. I couldn’t let Devon and Diana suffer if ever you died in that dungeon, Sam.”
It felt as if every part of my body weakened, and I couldn’t help but cover my mouth to muffle my cries.
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