Finding Love

Chapter 48 ⚠️

AJs POV

I stare up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pain.

My entire body is beaten, and one of my ribs is definitely broken, since it hurts like fuck to breathe. Despite it all, I refuse to look at the bruises that are no doubt already beginning to form.

I try to zone out. Pretend I'm not here. Pretend I can't feel.

I never thought I'd end up here.

I lied when I said I made peace with this.

I made peace with dying. Not..with what's about to happen.

The door to the room I'm in suddenly opens, and my heart stops in my chest. I let out a breath of relief when I see a guy walk in with a tray of food.

I take note of the gun in his waistband, as well as the radio.

He doesn't say a word as he walks over, before tossing the tray onto the floor. I watch the food spill onto the dirty floor, not caring much.

I know it's probably poisoned or laced with something...wouldn't be the first time. Besides, my hands are both cuffed above my head, and the guy seems to have no plan of uncuffing me.

"Girls here" A gruff voice comes out from the radio on his waist. "Room four".

I freeze, and I can practically feel the colour from my face drain.

The guy shoots me a smirk, chuckling to himself as he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.

Lynn...

Lynn you stupid fucking idiot!

I tug at the shackles around my wrists, fucking desperate to get out of here.

I'm sitting on the cold concrete, dressed in black jeans and a pair of grey socks. Where my shoes are gone? No clue. Why I woke up without a shirt? I'm guessing it has something to do with the newfound pain in my neck.

Another tattoo for me to cut off, I bet.

Metal bolts are above me on either side, keeping my wrists spread apart, chained above my head

I curse to myself as I realise these chains aren't fucking breaking. The only way out of here is to get my hands from the shackles.

Just then, the door opens.

I freeze once again, and my panic tenfold as I see an unfamiliar woman walk into the room.

This is it, I think to myself.

Don't be scared.

I've been expecting this. Preparing for it ever since I came to the realisation I'd have to sacrifice myself in order for Lynn to live.

"Knock two times and I'll open the door" A male voice comes out muffled, and I'm guessing he's guarding the door.

The woman just hums, before setting her eyes on me just as the door slams shut.

In big ass heels and a trenchcoat- I don't want to fucking know what's under it. Or should I say- what isn't.

But since luck has never been on my side, my silent prayer is ignored. She undoes the belt of the trenchcoat and drops it to the floor.

Red lace panties that barely cover a thing, and a matching bra that only really covers her nipples.

The colour matches her lips, which are painted a dark shade of red. Her brunette hair is tied back into a tight ponytail, and the heels have to be at least four inches.

This isn't exactly the first time this has happened. Regardless, the panic never eases.

"Hey Adam" She says in a forced flirty tone, walking straight for me.