Paetyn’s POV
BANG!
My eyes snap open at the loud noise. It’s hard to figure out where it came from within the house, but it sounded close. I’m disoriented with sleep-crusted eyes as I pull the thin sheet up to my chin, staring at the locked door to the room.
What is my kidnapper doing? Besides the time he woke me up talking loudly on the phone, I tend not to hear a peep from him throughout the day. I don’t know what he does when he isn’t bringing me food and watching me eat—or f*****g me like a depraved man—but he certainly doesn’t usually make noise like that.
My heart nearly leaps out of my throat at the sound of rushing footsteps. Not just one set of footsteps, but I detect multiple.
What is going on? Has my captor finally decided to sell me to a group of traffickers, and now they’ve ……
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