Chapter 0231

Mike POV

The chains clanked against the metal beams of the ceiling as I shifted my weight, trying once again to test the strength of my restraints. I had been here for months, my attempts at escape growing more desperate and futile with each passing day. My muscles screamed in protest, but the chains held, mocking my efforts. I was trapped, and I knew it. Yet, every fibre of my being compelled me to keep trying, to keep fighting.

Anthony was somewhere in this hellhole too, though we were rarely in the same place at the same time. When he was being "dealt with," as Alpha Leigh liked to call it, I was left hanging, literally. And when it was my turn, Anthony was the one left to his own nightmares. We had no time together to plan or to reassure each other. Even if we had been, we were always gagged and silenced. Leigh wasn't taking any chances this time.

I heard the door creak open, and my heart pounded in my chest. It was my visitor. She never announced herself, but I always knew when she was there. The air seemed to get colder, more suffocating. I hated her, but I also longed for these visits. They were the only moments when I wasn't completely alone.

She approached with a mocking smile, her eyes glittering with cruel delight. She grabbed the chains, and using her body weight, she swung around them like a stripper on a pole. Pain shot through my shoulders as the chains twisted and tightened. I gritted my teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

"Hello, Michael," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "Miss me?"

I glared at her, my jaw clenched. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of a reply, not that I could with the gag still in place. She spun around me again, the chains groaning under the strain.

now." She stopped spinning and faced me, her face inches

These aren't the kind of questions Alpha Leigh asks... You know those ones that make you cry like a little girl." The gag fell away, and I took a deep,

want?" I rasped, my voice barely

mention of her name. Lottie. My Lottie. Memories of her flooded my mind, bittersweet and painful. I said nothing, trying to mask

had fucked up there,

I knew it.

couple, weren't you? You must know everything about her." I remained silent,

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casual. I swallowed hard, eyeing the figure before me. I had to give her something, anything. Or this would last all day, and although I had the time, the idea of this bitches company all day was too much

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she pressed as she began to pick at her nails like she was not revelling in the control she had right now, and no doubt getting turned on like the bitch I knew her to be. "Spaghetti Bolognese," I

her

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