(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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A/N: I have decided not to write about Amber and Xavier's sexual relationship on Wattpad. I'll explain in the author's note at the end of this chapter. I wanted to post a blank chapter here explaining everything but figured y'all deserve a chapter and better yet, one from my boi Sean.
PS: This music video kinda reminds me of Sean and Jane lol.
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I wake up and for the first time in a while, my joints don't hurt as much.
"Man, that feels good," I sigh to myself when I can stretch my arms. After having my hands tied behind my back for weeks, sleeping without restraints feels as good as sleeping in a five-star hotel. I mean, I still have to deal with sleeping on the floor but at least I can rest my head on my arms now.
Feeling like stretching my legs as well, I stand from my new little sleeping corner in the basement. By stand, I mean, I lift myself up as ungracefully as possible, avoiding any pressure on my broken leg. The tools that were hanging on the wall are gone as well as most of the torture devices. I can't decide if it's because Jane's given up and getting information from me or because she doesn't want me to kill myself with anything here.
Like I'd need anything more than the chain I as tied with.
And yet... I don't. I could very easily end it all, but I... don't. I'm not sure why.
"Ey, Bubble Boy, you're awake," I hear a voice say from the top of the stairs. I look up and it's my newly assigned caretaker. A glorified babysitter really. "And you're free from your chains?" Chad asks. "Are you attempting an escape or?"
"That's Jane's doing, not mine," I explain.
Chad nods before bringing breakfast over. "Y'know, for a prisoner, you have it good. Jane doesn't even feed her guests like this," Chas jokes.
I can't help a small grin as I take the tray from my caretaker. Sure enough, my breakfast could be enough to feed a whole army. Bacon, perfectly cooked eggs, toast, sausages, and croissants fill one of my plates while I have another plate with avo on toast and a side of salmon. Along with breakfast comes water, orange juice, and coffee. Usually, I can't even look at breakfast without wanting to throw up, but with more than three hour's worth of sleep in my system, I feel brave enough to try some out.
