Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

Chapter 68

(TW: mentions of physical abuse) Emma

Silence. Complete silence. No one has come to my room since we arrived and even though I'm sure it's only been a few hours, the silence makes time feel slow and dragged out. I don't even hear a sound outside of my room, and I have resorted to sitting against the door and listening out for any clue of what's going on out there. The biggest question I want to be answered is why we're here. I don't recognize the men standing guard outside my door, so my hopes of trying to sweet talk my guards seem to have gone up in flames. \

The men are big, but not as big as the ones who usually guard my suite

Maybe I could get a few hits in and try to get a weapon..

I sound like a kick-ass chick from a bond movie or something but I am far from it. My nerves are shot and I am so tense I'm not sure I will be able to call on anything I've learned over the last month. The self-defense I learned will not be enough to get away but not keep the

guards down long enough for them to be incapable of coming after me

)

My mind wars with the constant back and forth of what to do next, and I feel my head start to object. Maybe a warm shower can help clear my

head. I walk over to the dresser and pull open one of the drawers to see if anything is inside. There are a row of plain white t-shirts and some

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black sweats. In the next drawer, I find plain white panties and black socks

The sight of the plain and uniform clothes makes this feel a lot more like a prison than before. I just don't understand what all this means

Okay, Zane wants to hold me, prisoner, here, but to what end? Wouldnt it be easier to just kill me? Not that I want to do, but to me, all this seems like a lot of unnecessary trouble

I sigh. There is nothing I can do until someone makes a move against me. I grab the clothes given to me and slip into the bathroom. It's small with just enough room for a small shower, a toilet, and one of those sinks that have a skinny base and a small bow! on top. A small round mirror finishes off the less than impressive room. I set my clean clothes on the toilet top and turn to lock the bathroom door. Of course, there is no lock and I feel a shot of panic rush through me at the thought that

anyone could just walk in

I close the door anyway and get the water started. As I wait for it to warm up I strip away my clothes and let them pool at my feet. I turn to look myself over in the mirror and flashes of tainted memories are triggered by the bruises that now litter my skin. They are not as bad as the ones my dad used to leave but they're visible. You can actually see the finger invitations from Zane grabbing and shaking me. \°

hurt me. For some reason even when I had pushed my feeling away to get through his torture I still didn't have the mind to fight back. What does that say about me? I am either too scared to fight or I don't feel anything and still let

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close my eyes and let the soft drumming of the water against my sore muscles relax me. The moment is sweet until I hear the sound of my bedroom slamming shut. The sound makes me jump and I freeze waiting for whatever might

not Zane. I shut the water off and grab a towel and quickly wrap it around myself. There are some shuffling sounds outside the door, so I move quietly and carefully open the door just a crack. I squint through the small space

bathroom with only a towel. Now I admit that trying to seduce my captors was not one of the things I considered before, but when the guard turns to me and his eyes widen at the sight of me...well, I realized maybe

no

I slept with the guys, and I didn't do

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and I are frozen a few feet from each other, but I notice his throat bob when he lets

you something to eat." He says with

strand of my hair behind my

He says before turning and

a few years older than me, and he seems to find me

need to

may not get

the complete version of this book for free.

and grabbing his arm before he can leave. "Will you stay for a little while? It's so quiet and it makes me

his eyes from where my hand is touching him to

I make sure to put as much emotion into

and gives a

and release his arm.

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brought me. It's nothing fancy. A bowl of soup and some bread but it smells

here but I'm happy to share." I offer

shakes his head.

again. I grab the spoon and bring some of the

face flushes immediately and I become more aware that I am

under this towel.

my back. Soft hands brush against

do this?" He

He is

brush along my bruises so softly that it tickles a