Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

actually comes out.
“Let go of me.” I try to peel myself away from him, but it’s like trying to use a cooked spaghetti
noodle to lift a car.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he tells me.
“You lied,” I say again.
“So did you,” he states plainly. “Remember when I told you I would hold you to your word? You
said you would meet me for dinner, and you didn’t.”
“You’re a psycho.” I sway unsteadily, but he won’t let go. I don’t trust myself to walk, so I dig
my nails into the back of his hand and scratch as hard as I can.
The bite surprises him for a split second, but it’s all I need to slip free.
I drop to my knees instantly without his support, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll crawl out of here if I
have to, I just can’t let him…
My thoughts get lost in the fog. I can’t remember why, I can’t think straight anymore, I just know I
have to get out of this apartment.
I want to, I need to, but my body feels so heavy and this apartment feels too big. Hopelessness
threatens to swallow me, but I crawl forward as the edges of my vision start to darken and fade out.
I can’t let him catch me. I have to get away.
He steps in front of me. He feels like an immovable obstacle. His shiny, expensive loafer is
pristine. The folds in the fabric of his pants won’t even dare wrinkle. I tilt my heavy head back and
skim the muscular curve of his thigh, then my gaze hits the bulge of his cock. He’s already getting
excited. He told me I was no good to him passed out.
He lied.
I don’t know why that’s so disappointing. Of course he lied. He’s a monster.
He continues to lie, with that tender look in his eyes and the gentle way he reaches down and
caresses my cheek.
I want to cry, but more than that, I want to sleep. My body is too heavy, and I can’t fight, not like
this.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper.
I don’t know what he says, or if he answers me at all.
My strength gives out and I collapse on the floor at his feet.
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