Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0305

Lottie POV

The walls were slick with moisture, and patches of moss glowed faintly in the darkness.

We must have been walking nearly fifteen minutes, yet the air grew colder as we descended further. The damp scent of earth and stone filled my nostrils, mingling with the stale odour of neglect. Water dripped somewhere in the distance, the sound amplified in the silence.

The cobbled floor was uneven and sharp against my bare feet. Each step sent a jolt of pain up my legs, but I bit back any sound. Without warning, I was shoved forward roughly. I stumbled, my hands shooting out to brace against the wall. A sharp sting shot through my palm.

"Ow!" I hissed, pulling my hand back to see a thin cut welling with blood. The crimson droplet swelled, warm against my skin. Only after realising I had spoken aloud did I notice my voice was back-something my captor seemed reluctant to acknowledge. An idea sparked.

"Maybe there's some hope after all," I whispered to myself, careful not to let my captor hear. Clenching my fist, I allowed more blood to seep out, letting droplets fall subtly onto the floor as we moved. If anyone tracked my scent, they might notice the blood-might realise something was wrong.

Hold on, Lottie. They're coming. They have to be. I self-soothed as I straightened, lifting my chin.

And until they do, I won't make this easy for him.

The tunnel seemed endless, each twist and turn further disorienting me. My mind raced.

"Stay calm. Focus," I mused as I tried to memorise the path-the number of steps, the changes in the air currents, any distinguishing features-but the darkness made it nearly impossible.

pushing me again. I stumbled but caught

down. The cold seeped into my bones, and a shiver coursed through

I refused to give

have to stay strong-for myself, for my pups." Determination flared within me. "He won't get away with this." As we continued, I discreetly brushed my wounded hand against the rough stone walls, leaving

captor remained silent, but I could feel his gaze on me, watchful and suspicious. I

a prayer, clinging to the hope that not all bonds were severed, that someone

still. My breaths came out in faint

my voice steadier than I thought it would be after that magical trick

not bothering to look

a retort, knowing it would do no good.

helpless victim. Not again," I mused with

thunder, or maybe footsteps? My heart

searching for

my arm. Pain shot through my wrist where the cuff bit into

of hope. Every step, every drop of blood left behind, was a defiance

the damp walls. My captor halted abruptly, scanning the three passages with uncertainty etched on his face. He glanced

his voice

mocked,

part of the tunnels." I let a hint of sarcasm drip from my words, enjoying the brief moment of defiance. He cursed under his breath, pulling a crumpled map from his pocket. I watched as he struggled to read it, the faint light making it nearly impossible. His hands trembled slightly,

as a massive black beast emerged from the