chapter 32

Sable

When I open my eyes, there’s a steady throbbing in my head that makes me think I might explode.

I can place the origin for the pain too. I remember seeing my uncle’s jacked-up truck sitting on a dirt road several miles beyond the cabin. At the sight of it, adrenaline pumped through me and turned me crazy. I knew without a doubt if I let him put me in that truck, I was as good as dead. So I kicked and punched and screamed as if my life depended on it, which it likely did.

Unfortunately, my uncle’s never been one to be squeamish about silencing my screams.

I saw his gun hurtling toward my temple, and that’s the last thing I remember beyond flashes of a hard floor and the rumble of his truck as he drove me away from my only means of protection.

They’ll never find me.

I fight back tears, because I refuse to give in to this situation. Clint won’t break me. I won’t fucking let him. I’ll fight like he’s never seen before—I’ll scream and claw and do whatever I can to hurt him before he