THE ESCORT

TWELVE | ENSNARED

WARNING🚧🚧:

I shouldn't be doing this again since I already did a warning thingy at the beginning of the book. Go back, read it and see what I mentioned there so you won't be shocked by this chapter.

There's violence here, a dub-noncon, and it is an explicit sex scene. So, if you don't like it, you can skip this chapter and wait for the next or simply stop reading.

Don't go reporting this book, you have be warned.

If you understand what I have just said, and you can stomach it, then proceed with caution.

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No alarm went off.

Nobody came running.

She bolted.

There was a circular driveway lined on both sides by a thick forest. Several cars were parked along the roadside, but they had no occupants.

Elodie turned around, gasping when she saw the looming house before her. It was something out of a billionaire's wet dream, with its towering heights and large brick walls.

The thought of going back into the hell house she'd just escaped from pushed her to run.

She headed straight for the forest, thinking she had no idea where she was, but it didn't matter. Her barefoot sliced open on twigs and rocks as she pushed herself into a mad run, her body barely registering the pain as fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins simultaneously.

She had no idea where she was going and there was no clear path for her to follow. Elodie turned every now and then, carefully not to accidentally run her way back to the house, and pushed herself until her lungs burned hotly like kindled coal and her thighs felt as though they were being stabbed with pins.

Low hanging branches slapped at her face, pulling at the strands of her unbound hair, and she slapped them away with her hands, getting scratched in the process, too. Her arms and legs stung with the scrapes she rucked up as she went, but she only partially cared.

Pain was little when freedom was on the horizon.

She should probably be sneakier, make less noise as much as possible, move less frantically just in case someone was tracing her steps, but the thought of what Angelo would do to her if he ever caught her spurred her on.

For so long, she was lost in her own head, that she barely registered the low humming sound slowly filling the air. Then, above the pounding of her heart, it registered.

Elodie slid to a stop when she realized that it wasn't coming from her. The sound came from all directions.

Spinning around in circles, she cocked her ear, eyes searching for any signs of movement, trying to locate its source but to no avail.

Was it coming from the house? Was someone else out here? Someone who could help her, prehaps?

No.

There was no way anyone could be out here.

It must be coming from the house.

Which only meant one thing...

Elodie cursed, running with more intent now, determined to put a lot of distance between her and the house, the sound and Angelo as much as she could.