" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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"WHAT THE FUCK YOU SMILING AT, SHIT?"
"You will face my wrath more than this."
"You are my slave."
"You can't escape from me."
"Their lives will be in your hands, sweetheart."
"You're so determined to escape from me, aren't you? You think you can run? Let this be your lesson. Understand that there's no escape—you belong to me. No one will save you, no one will come to your aid, and no one can take you from me."
"Listen here, you worthless b*tch. Before you dare open your filthy mouth about my mother, take a good, long look at your own parents. You think my mother was the problem? Let me tell you something, your parents are the lowest scum on this earth. Sick, twisted monsters who don't deserve to be called human. You want to know why I kept you around? Fine, I'll spell it out for you. Your precious father is nothing but a vile rapist, and your mother? She's a disgusting human trafficker who has ruined more lives than you can imagine—mine included. They're the reason so many girls, including my sister, have suffered. And now, you're going to pay for everything they've done. And as for what you've done? Stop your pathetic act, Ms. Pulkit. You deliberately sabotaged my shipments and deals, and you helped my captives escape, didn't you?"
The words echoed within my head, a curse cleaving the darkness. I couldn't catch my breath. It was everywhere, suffocating, wrapping itself around my throat, its grip tight as I gasped for air.
I sat up with a jerk, eyes flying open. My heart raced so fast in my chest, it hurt. The white light above me was blinding, sterile. I squinted, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Something sharp tugged at my wrist, and when I looked down, there was an IV needle stuck in my hand.
A hospital.
No. I wasn't safe. He was going to find me. He always did.
Fear charged through me. I yanked the IV from my hand, the sharp sting barely registering as blood dripped from the puncture. I scrambled out of the bed, feet hitting the cold floor. My only thought was to run. I had to get out of here before he came.
Before I could get to the door, it swung open.
"Miss, please! Stop!" The doctor stepped in; shock crossed his face as his eyes darted to the IV dangling from my wrist and the blood running down my hand. "You need to calm down. You're hurt."
I shook my head, backing away from him as my pulse jackhammered. I couldn't let him continue to hold me here. I had to leave before he came. My entire body was shaking, my throat closing up. "No, you don't understand," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's coming. I have to go.
"Hey, it's all right. Nobody is going to hurt you here." The doctor's voice was smooth, even, but I wasn't listening. My head whirled, and my vision went hazy with fear.
