Broken Memories [I Did it for You - Book 2]

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There were many times during this ordeal that Scarlett had to remind herself she wasn't dead. But it was very easy to forget.

With the bag over her head that had plunged her into eternal darkness, the duct tape that sealed her lips and the handcuffs that squeezed her wrists together so tightly that her hands had turned ice cold, it was easy to believe that she had died. It was easy to believe that she was floating in a dark and endless void, lost and alone where no one could ever reach her, touch her, hold her, or ever love her again.

Now and again, the large van she had been hauled into jerked and bounced over the road it travelled on, reminding her that she was alive and was being taken somewhere against her will and had no idea where that place would be. 

Scarlett wished Seven was there. She had no idea where he was. She'd only gotten a glimpse of him right before she was duct taped and had the bag tied around her head. She remembered seeing him struggle against the prime minister's men. He was trying to kick them, all the while screaming at them to let Scarlett go and cursing them and his father for eternity if they didn't.

The last time she saw him, Seven looked over at her, his eyes full of sorrow and guilt. The sight made her heartbreak.

Ever since, His sad, guilty eyes had been etched into her mind. She could see them clearly in the darkness, staring at her without blinking. Even with the sorrow in them, Scarlett wished they were real. She wished Seven was there right now. She wanted him to hold her, to kiss her cheeks and tell her everything would be okay.

As her mind continued to torture her with wishes that she knew wouldn't come true and might never come true again, Scarlett decided that this torture was far worse than the torture she had succumbed to at Mint Eye. Although she hated every waking second of her brainwashed mind being too scared to go near Seven and even screamed in fear at the simple sound of his voice, it would at least be bearable. Back then, Seven was still there. He still tried to be with her, to comfort her and ease her out of her brainwashed state, and more importantly, he was safe.

Now, with most of her senses cut off and not knowing where Seven was or if he was even still alive, Scarlett decided that she'd do anything to reverse this, even if it meant that she had to be trapped in her brainwashed state against Seven forever.

As long as he was safe, that was all that mattered.

Once she eased herself back to a sitting position after the van jerked her sideways for the umpteenth time, Scarlett's eyes widened under the bag when she felt something cold touch her finger.

Her muffled screams vibrated the duct tape across her lips as she tried to shift away from whatever had touched her. However, her efforts were proved futile as the cold thing grasped her hand and held it still.

Scarlett fought against it as much as the handcuffs would allow her to, but her limited movements barely nudged the thing away. All she could do was sit as still as possible, her helpless sobs muffled by the duct tape as she silently hoped that whatever this thing was would grow bored of her and leave her alone.

As her body shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind, Scarlett felt this cold thing tap against her skin. At first, she thought it was trying to harm her, to pierce her hand and make her bleed. Did it want her blood? Did it want to dissect her hand just to torment her, to hurt her and scare her? So many horrifying thoughts whirled around her brain that made her chest tighten and her heart pound deafeningly loud in her ears. But just when she was about to fall into an unstoppable panic, she finally felt how gentle the tapping was and she wondered, could it truly be trying to harm her if it was tapping on her so gently?

Forcing herself to relax as she paid closer attention to the tapping, Scarlett finally realised what it was.

It was Morse Code.