SHE

Chapter 55: Reversed

Sheer Blackett

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I opened my eyes, at least I tried to. My head hurts like hell and I can still feel the ache on the back of my head. I can tell it will have a bump for weeks.

I attempted to move my hands to my head but it seems my arms wouldn't move. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened then again as I tried to balance my blurry vision.

When I finally did, I realised I was sitting on a chair with my hands tied behind my back and my legs against the chair. I recognised the place as our basement, clean and tidy after being newly bought but dark and empty.

I squirmed, trying to move my wrists and the rope scrubbed against my skin. I can tell it will be red and hot after I get them off.

Who the heck tied this anyway? It's as tight as a man's shit hole. There wasn't anyone in the room, I can tell just by the empty space.

My hair is so long it reached my hips so I pulled on some of the strands with my right hand.

I pulled roughly against my hair several times to push my hair clip off and it's a relief I did it in exactly eleven seconds. It fell down, reaching the very edge of my hair and I reached it with my fingers in a struggle.

I sighed loudly when I successfully finished the task, calming my breaths in seconds before readying the next step. I tried to feel the rope on my wrist with my free fingers before proceeding. It will take five minutes max to finish it.

The door of the basement suddenly opened, making me stop my attempt and hide the hair clip from possible sight. Heavy footsteps led their way down the stairs after I heard the door close and locked.

It seems this person wouldn't let me live. It isn't a simple burglary or a break in whatsoever. Every step screams any possible death I may go through, it isn't something I already knew. Just that I feel like I am nearing my death sentence.

I closed my eyes when the footsteps reached their way down the floor. I can feel eyes on me as the owner approached me. It was slow, I think it was intentional because the person is trying to intimidate me.

When the footsteps stopped and I can feel the person standing just in front of me, I opened my eyes and raised my gaze to stare at my apprehender.

I swear my breath got stuck in my throat. I stopped breathing and my eyes were never this wide. I almost dropped the material in my fingers but I kept a tight hold on it to avoid doing so.

"Max?" I gasped, staring into his grey eyes.

My husband smiled, not the usual sweet smile but something dangerous and unpredictable. Something I never ever pictured on his beautiful face.

"Hello, Philia." His usually gentle voice sounded deeper and a lot huskier.

"What is the meaning of this, Max? Why am I tied like this? Is this some new kinky punishment you came up with? Because trust me when I say it doesn't turn me on one bit." The words slipped out before I could even stop them.

He looked at me with his hard eyes and an amused look.

"Your mouth really gets me good, sweetheart. That's one of the things I love about you."

He paused with a smirk.

"Too bad it doesn't work that way anymore."

I frowned.