The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 44

My eyes fluttered open, and my head throbbed with a dull ache. Though body was heavy with exhaustion, it felt like I was being restricted in movement. I blinked and my eyes darted around at the space around me.

The room was larger than expected. It appeared to be a barn shed, which exuded an aura of neglect.

The air was musty, carrying the scent of damp wood and decaying hay. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and dust particles floated lazily in the dim light that filtered through the cracked windows.

The ground floor was cluttered with remnants of the past. Wooden crates and rusted tools were strewn haphazardly across the floor. Broken pieces of furniture, long forgotten and abandoned, were scattered throughout the space, their once vibrant colors now faded with time.

The walls were adorned with peeling paint, and patches of wallpaper clung stubbornly to the surfaces. Old, weathered horse saddles leaned against them. A sense of eerie tranquility filled the air, interrupted only by the occasional sound of rodents scurrying in the shadows.

I looked out the broken windows, attempting to guess the time of day. Brooding clouds loomed overhead, floating along a gray sky. I could hear the rain beating against the steel roof in a low hum.

A sharp whine emanated from the doors ahead of me as they slid open, startling me into alertness. Panic surged through me as memories of my encounter with Bruce flooded back. He poked his head in a grinned.

“Good morning, Coco,” Bruce’s voice rang throughout the open space, making my skin crawl. He walked inside and slid the doors shut behind him before prowling toward me.

I made a move to back away, only then realizing that I was bound to a chair. The rope rubbed my skin raw as I shifted. My heart began to pound in my chest as glared at him.

“Let me go, Bruce,” I pleaded, my voice shaking.

Bruce stepped closer and poked out his bottom lip. “Oh, I don’t think so, Coco.

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Besides, you kind of forced my hand here,” he said, his eyes gleaming with malevolence.

Tears welled up in my eyes. “Please, I won’t tell anyone what happened here. Just let me go,” I begged desperately. “You don’t have to go this far!”

But Bruce’s grip on reality seemed to have slipped entirely. Any hint of amusement had left his expression since our last discussion, replaced with something sadistic. “I’m not letting you go until I get that money. And if you won’t give it to me willingly, then I’ll have to involve your lover,” he hissed.

closely to even guess we were dating, especially since that was an

lover boy can drop that hockey stick of his for a few

part with a few dollars, or

jaw dropped. “No, don’t bring Timothy

raised an eyebrow, looking highly intrigued. “So protective. Before, you could hardly stomach the guy, and I saw how he did you with that

knowing about Timothy’s bet made my stomach curdle. He thought it would be easy to try me after

game. “He’s a part of your life now, Coco, and he’s going to pay for it. I wish I could just throw my legs back for a

I mumbled, leering up at him. “I worked hard

you did.” Bruce walked closer to me, his knees knocking against mine. He leaned over, his lips

face and I turned away, ashamed that I could even cry in front of him in the

only laughed cruelly. “You

you give me exactly what I wao me now, Coco.

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shed, leaving me alone in the suffocating room. I had to find a way out and escape this nightmare before Bruce

I looked around the shed for anything that could help. My eyes fell on a rusty shovel tucked away in a

stood up, the weight of the chair making my breath ragged. I shimmied over to the shovel and turned around so that the sharpest edge was near my wrists. With trembling hands, I began

Each second felt like an eternity as I fought through

made a nice gash in the rope, not enough to split it. Where would I even go once it

my disdain for Bruce for dragging Timothy into this. If Timothy had the

much as I didn’t want to entertain the idea, part of me was hoping that he would arrive. Bruce was using me for blackmail, after all,

sighed and shifted around in my seat, the motivation leaving me. Instead, I watched the

exchange for me? It felt almost selfish to believe he would. As disgusting at

Timothy all those years ago. I had fallen victim to his soft kisses and tender touches, only

more focused, but he had also taken on a gentleness that seemed to emanate warmth. Despite all