Chapter 89
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[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
It was so dark and cold.
I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t move. It felt as if I was underwater, only I wasn’t. I was trapped but I wasn’t sure where exactly. What I was sure of was that I wasn’t at home. The smell was musky. The place felt strange—as if something moldy was surrounding me. I was lying on something metallic. It was hard and cold, and I shivered. The feeling was not because of the temperature but because I knew I was in danger. I was tied tightly against something that I imagine was like a hospital bed, restricting me from getting up.
Something itchy made me cough, and I retched at the stench somewhere. It smelled more like rotting flesh, a sensation I couldn’t quite place. I grimaced as I whimpered in pain. Every inch of me ached, and I wondered how long I had been out unconscious in this place. A soft groan escaped from my lips as I tried to lift my head and open my eyes slowly, carefully.
Just as I expected, the room was pitch black, but my werewolf eyes adapted to the darkness quickly, like night vision. I was in a small room lying on an operating bed with my hands tied with thick silver chain against the bed. The rotting scent came from a dead rat in one corner of the room, and my stomach turned, making my head dizzy.
“W-what—” I whimpered as I looked at my hand; the adrenaline slowly subsided and the pain arrived at me, making me feel like I was in a train wreck. I moved my wrist, but the gashes burned like hell as the silver chains grazed my skin.
I made my hearing sharper just to get any noise that could make me determine where I was. But the only thing I heard as I fought to breathe was the sound of the trickling water somewhere. I looked around, and there was water dripping down the dilapidated ceiling. The place looked like an old building with molds and rotting parts everywhere. And I doubt I was in Silver Crest because I didn’t know a place that seemed as old as this place.
“D-Dominic…” I whimpered his name as tears rolled down my cheeks. The only person I knew who could do a horrible thing like this was Oliva and her father, Richard Bennet. They were the only people who hated me enough to abduct me and incarcerate me away from my mate.
As I struggled to collect myself and think about what happened before everything went black, a silhouette of someone appeared in the dark and grabbed me, dragging me out of the kitchen with his hands covering my eyes and my mouth. I did my best to fight back. I kicked and scratched that person with my long, sharp nails, but it was no use. He or she had overpowered me with a strength that measured like that of an Alpha. Until there was something sharp that stabbed me on the shoulder, and everything turned blurry before I blacked out.
And I wasn’t sure how long I was being held in this place. Perhaps I could tell it must be around one to two days based on how famished I was and my throat feeling so dry with thirst.
I couldn’t let myself rot in here. I had to get up and get out of this place before I got too weak to fight back! I had to find a way to get off the silver chains without my hands falling off my wrists!
“No. I can’t stay here!” I clenched my teeth and forced myself to get up. But I screamed when the hissing sound of my burning flesh filled my ears as the silver chain tightened around my wrists. My feet automatically kicked from the pain, and it got intense as I found out that my ankles were bound with the silver chains as well.
My head fell back on the metal bed, and my forehead was filled with beaded sweat as I panted. I was trying to regain my strength, but my ankles and wrists were killing me.
The image of Dominic’s smiles and Devon and Diana playing with him filled my thoughts. Tears rolled down my face as sobs emerged in my throat, making it so difficult to breathe. The kids were left with only Madison and Cynthia and they had no idea where I was. Dominic… did he know I was already missing? Was he looking for me? So many questions surfaced in my head as I stared at the rotting ceiling above me. I felt the despair like spiders crawling from my chest up to my neck—like darkness spreading all over me, freezing me to the point that I could feel my body no more.
But what I worried more about was my little Diana. My poor daughter couldn’t sleep without me telling her stories. She couldn’t put on her shoes without me helping her. Oh my babies… I’m sure they’re already worried, sick, and crying, desperately searching for me. And I have no idea what Dominic was doing right now. Had he sent a search party for me already? Would he ever think Olivia and Richard Bennet could be behind all of this?
Olivia must have thought she could hide me in this place to rot until Dominic thought I was already dead, somewhere where he couldn’t find me. But Silver Crescent had the most skilled trackers. And I was sure Dominic would do everything to bring me back to Devon and Diana no matter what.
“Please keep my babies safe,” I prayed to the Moon Goddess as tears fell down my face. My throat was swelling, and it was difficult to breathe when my chest felt so tight knowing my twins were suffering without me. I looked at the silver chains around my wrists and thought about something.
Could I sacrifice losing my hands just to get away from here?
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