The Enforcer finally rolled off of me and I felt air beginning to fill my starved lungs. I gasped, frantic to be able to breathe normally.
“You’re just making things harder than they have to be,” he said as though he was repeating a line he had used many times before.
Ignoring him, I focused on my body, knowing that feeling would come back again soon—at least it had in the car earlier.
“What took you so long, Hansen?” Dimples said to his partner.
I heard the other Enforcer swearing loudly, his expletives focused on me. Though I was happy I’d hurt him, I was worried about what he might do to me in return.
“Calm down,” Dimples said. “You’ll be fine. Besides, it’s your own fault for giving her an opening. How many times have I told you to never take your eyes off the prisoner?”
There it was again—me being called a prisoner. I was still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea.
“I thought she was unconscious,” Hansen said.
“Well, you thought wrong.”
I could feel them both staring at me, though my back was to them. Completely helpless, I tried to brace myself to be kicked or beaten or something to get me back for kneeing Hansen in his groin, but nothing happened.
“Are we gonna drag her in?” Hansen asked.
“Nah. She’s going to cooperate.” Dimples walked around so he could see my face. “Aren’t you?”
My eyes moved upward to meet his gaze, but I didn’t respond, too frightened to speak. Feeling was beginning to return to my limbs so I knew I’d be forced to get up and walk soon.
Maybe I should just do what they say, I thought. Maybe I am making this worse than it needs to be.
Wiggling my fingers, I tested my ability to move.
Dimples glanced at his watch. “You should be coming out of it now, Morgan.”
I didn’t like him using my name—as if he was a friend of mine or something. The idea repulsed me.
“Grab her arm, Hansen.”
They each grabbed one of my upper arms and hoisted me to my feet. My legs felt heavy and I found it difficult to take a step, like trying to walk in a pool.
“Let’s go,” Dimples said, pulling me forward.
They both gripped my arms, making it impossible for me to get away. My cheek throbbed and I could taste blood. My mouth felt fat and swollen and my tongue hurt where I’d bit it, but there was nothing I could do about it.
As we walked, I regained full feeling in my legs, which was a relief. A short time later we reached a door and the pair of Enforcers led me through it.
My chest tightened as we crossed the threshold and I knew, deep within my gut, that my life would never be the same.
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Also by Christine Kersey
Suspicions
No Way Out
He Loves Me Not (Lily’s Story, Book 1)
Don’t Look Back (Lily’s Story, Book 2)
Over You
Imprisoned (Parallel Trilogy, Book 2)
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2013 by Christine Kersey
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
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