"Why can't I have my phone? Aren't you people done figuring out that it's fine yet?" It's been days since I heard anything from the outside or was allowed to contact anyone, and I was beginning to think that I'd been kidnapped and no one else knew where I was. It's not normal, is it? That no one came to check on me, and no one called?I wouldn't say the staff has been deplorable, but they're not very accommodating. My every demand has been ignored, and the food here sucks. I'm not dead, whatever the case may be, so I don't see why I can't have what I want for dinner. Is this how they really treat people in hospitals? "And why are my hands still tied?"This new bitch wasn't as talkative as the one with the camera; it's like she couldn't even hear me though she was right there in the room with me. And the doctors, what's up with them speaking to me as if I had lost my mind?I felt a sudden fear in my chest as I looked around the room for the millionth time. No one talks to me here, I can
"Oh!" I slammed my hand down on the mattress like a wrestler in the ring who was begging for mercy or, at the very least, asking for some time to catch my breath. You know, someone who was tapping out. The truth is I wanted neither of those things. I might need them but want is a whole different ballgame.I kept my head down and gripped the sheet in my other fist as Ryder pummeled me from behind. That's the only way I can describe it. Each stroke was a masterpiece; each thrust hit its mark. Speaking of tapping, he has been tapping into something inside me for the last ten minutes, something sweet and hot that makes my whole body tingle.I've never been a violent person, nor have I ever been the most sexual being, but I'm pretty certain that if he stopped now, I might do him serious harm. And then his hands, have mercy. His hands trailed a path down my spine and back up to my head, where he gripped my hair roughly before massaging the pain away, only to then slip around and under my sid
"Can I please go home now? I don't like it here.""Soon, dear, you're coming along rather nicely." What does that even mean? I've given up on trying to understand her and the way she speaks. The other one had disappeared somewhere, and I hadn't seen her in days, leaving me to deal with nurse goober and her robotic self. At least I felt much calmer these last couple of days than when I first came here.They hadn't eased up on the restraints, but I've come to accept that it was for my own good and stopped fighting. Not that it did me any good to argue; no one ever seems to listen. "I can't wait to get out of here and take care of the little bitch who did this to me." Wait a minute; I hadn't meant to say that out loud. That's been happening a lot lately. I keep saying things as soon as they pop into my head, as if I have no control over my tongue.I watched for her reaction out the side of my eye, but all she did was smile. "You think a child did this to you? But why would someone do such
"What the hell is this, Scott? What have you done?" If Lyon hadn't warned me ahead of time, I would've been out of my mind, but since I'd been forewarned, I had time to practice and still come across as pissed and just a little bit scared. What I was, was beyond repulsed and, yes, pissed way the fuck off.I could barely look him in the eye without sneering the whole time we sat there on the deck of his home. "Listen, it was a good deal; I figured you wouldn't mind." No, you figured that I was still under your control and would let you walk all over me."Fine, but what is this about fifty million? It says here you sold the catalog for two hundred million dollars.""What? Let me see that."I passed him the printout I'd brought along with me. A signed document showing that he'd made four times as much as he tried telling me he'd sold my life's work for. I knew something was off with the numbers he'd given me, but because I wasn't sure of all of the details behind what the niece was doing,
Oh, dear! What exactly did he say to his daughter and her friends? I've only been gone a day and a half, and all hell has broken loose in L.A. Since I wasn't given any information, I don't know what the plan was or where she was going to attack.I was so enraged by Scott and what he had done to Ryder that I wasn't thinking straight when I made those threats and told Lyon that I wanted to talk to his daughter. When she finally did contact me, I was still in a rage, and my fingers had done the talking as I tried to be as delicate as possible while telling the ten-year-old what I wanted.I couldn't very well come right out and tell the child what had been done to him, but I'm almost certain she understood and was able to read between the lines, maybe too well. But I didn't think things would go this far this soon. There was complete chaos for which I feel partly responsible, and the hard part is that I can't rush back there to be with Ryder while he goes through this.Mary and Scott, two
I get to go home today, and my excitement is off the charts. There was a little bit of panic on my end when I thought that I would have to face the public looking the way I do, but at the last minute, I was informed that Ryder's new coaches were going to meet me here and take me out the back or something like that.Apparently, they were the ones who'd found me on the bedroom floor that day and called for help, so I guess they're not so bad after all. Whatever, my only thoughts now are of Ryder and getting back to him. I've been riddled with worry and thoughts of getting back to him, wondering what that was going to be like.Would he be sympathetic? He's never been before, but maybe he'd remember that I am his wife and act accordingly. I'm sure my public had to have noticed my absence and were keeping an eye on him for me. They would never let him go anywhere near his ex, I'm sure, as some of them have taken it upon themselves in the last couple of years to hound her every step for me,
"You betrayed the code. The only way for you to come back from this is to come clean and save yourself.""But I didn't know; I had no idea what these people were into. They said it was a love spell. I needed the money; I don't even...." Her cowering was sickening."Spare me the rhetoric. You know what can happen if you don't do the right thing here and you're running out of time. The spell is broken; he's no longer under your control, and I've fixed it so it can never happen again. I don't have to tell you what will happen if I send it back to you. Or how things may turn out the next time you cast since I'm locked onto you now." I saw the fear in her eyes and pressed on. She's the worst kind of seer, the kind who preys on others for monetary gain. Like the medicine men, our craft is only supposed to be meant for good for the help and welfare of our fellow man. But over the centuries, the lines have been blurred, and the worst of us have lost our way.This one got tangled up in somethi
I can't believe the pace at which this has all gone down. Everything around me was imploding, and I was barely able to keep up. I thought for sure this was all going to take at least a couple of months, but here we were, just a few weeks later. I get it, though; while I've been stuck in my own little world of complications, these men's real purpose here was to bring home the girls, some of them now women, who have been suffering years of degradation and pain.I'm not sure what all was supposed to happen next, but after Janie's colossal meltdown on live TV, Lyon packed me off to New York a day early to be with her. I guess he saw the strain and stress I was under worrying about her. In my mind, even though her name was yet to be mentioned, they hated her so much, especially Janie, that I was afraid they might come after her.Now I'm tasked with the unenviable duty of telling her about Rachel and what had gone down in the last few days. I know she hasn't been in contact with the other wo