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My mind was again filled with various questions taking away the panic and fear from my heart. I stood up and walked towards the mirror which I hadn't noticed before in here.I looked at myself and frowned when I saw a bruise on my cheek, so that’s the reason why my face was hurting when George touched it.But when did I hurt myself? A question was raised and then I remembered the time when the kidnapper hit me with his gun on my face.BOOMI shook my head not wanting to cloud my head with those bizarre memories. My makeup was all smeared and I looked weird and pathetic. I took some soap and started rubbing my face nicely, it hurt like hell whenever my fingers pressed at the bruises with much force or rapid movements.“Arghh”I squealed in pain a couple of times and then suddenly the door opened from the outside making me jump all of sudden.“F**k…” I cursed under my breath.The masked man stood at the door staring at me in silence and then after a moment when I intended to lift my foo
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 9
On the third day, we were rewarded with tiny cupcakes as an honor for surviving for more than 48 hours. George ate his food heartily while I ate with difficulty. Lily's condition was getting worse and I needed to do something to save her.At least, I could try.I kept pondering in my heart about what I should do, and when I went out of options I simply stood in the center of the room and then opened my mouth nervously, “The masked man…” I acknowledged him, “If you’re listening, then please help the woman here. She has a fever, high fever, and she needs medical help.”I said it out loud and then sat back in my place. I know there is no way I could argue with that man or order him around.I buckled my knees to my chest and then started praying in my heart silently for Lily. Hours passed but there was no movement at the other side of the door. I knew the kidnapper wouldn't help her, my request meant nothing to him until it was a game for him…Suddenly, my mind clicked and I stood again,
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 10
“You won’t be wearing them anymore.”It took me a while to resolve his words completely in my mind, and I looked at him in horror, “Please… Give me back my panties… I can’t go back there like this.” I started to plead.I saw the way those two young men stared at me, how could I sit panty-less in that room full of predators?The masked man didn’t listen to my pleas, dragged me back to the locked room, and pushed me inside with cruelty.BOOMAs soon as I got inside, George rushed to me asking about his mother, “How’s mom doing? Is she fine, now?”“She is getting medicine, she will be fine soon,” I told him as I caressed his hair and then walked toward Miranda.“Hiss…” As my butt touched the ground, I hissed from the soreness, that Bastard had sucked on my c**t so hard, Thankfully, he didn’t bite me there.I frowned from the uneasiness when suddenly Miranda turned to me and asked anxiously, “What happened, Eloise? What game were you talking about… What’s happening out there?”Her eyes lo
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 11
My eyes froze on the young man who was tied to a chair in a completely uncomfortable way. His hands were tied behind the chair and there was a cushion under his butt making him lean forward.He was naked and gagged by a cloth, and trying hard to cry for help but except for the muffled sounds, nothing came.BOOMThe door closed behind me, startling me.“I want you to take a shower.” The masked man pointed his gun at me and ordered in his cold robotic voice.Hesitatingly, I looked at him and then at the young man, while they both were inside and in front of me, how could I undress so shamelessly?“Do it.” The masked man demanded and I certainly did.Pulling up my dress, I dropped it on the floor and then unclasped my bra, it too fell joining my dress as I stood completely naked in front of them.The masked man smirked and then walked to the young man, he pulled out the cloth from his mouth which was gagging him and he let out a cry immediately.“Please… Let me go… Let me go…”PAAThe ma
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 12
“Oh, My God.”I shrieked, my eyes opened wide in the terrifying shock of reality. The young man who was sitting in front of me was no longer alive, the thread attached to his penis was connected to the trigger of a long rifle, and as soon as his dick hardened, it pulled the trigger.BOOMThe gunshot pierced his ass hole and came out straight from his head making his eyes rip out as it stared up at me void of any life.My mind went numb, and so was my body, the cold water still soaked my body without making my teeth chatter this time. It all felt unreal yet the most shocking and distasteful truth of my life.“This is what happened when someone touched something which belonged to me, only me…” I heard the noise and looked down in its direction only to find the masked man lowering his face to my breasts and then he palmed them both in his hands washing away the remaining red from them.His hands started to knead my breasts, but I was numb, I watched him coldly as he sucked my nipples and
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 13
“To the corner, everyone…” The man growled, he was wearing a proper oxygen mask this time and his appearance looked more terrified than before.He was wearing coveralls, and gloves, he leaned down and inspected the dead body first, and then he held both of his legs and started to drag the body out of the room.Doing this, he looked so calm, and unbothered, it nearly made me look at him in astonishment for a moment, and then remembering his tortures and all the assualts, and humiliation, I again started to curse him in my mind.VROOM … VROOMHe brought a vacuum cleaner and cleaned all the blood, while we all stayed at the side and watched his movements in fright.No one dared to move from its place, even when the door was opened ajar, no one dares to think about escaping at this moment.After cleaning all the traces of blood, the masked man walked out without giving us a single glance and again locked us all in the cage, together.I let out a breath, which I didn’t know, I was holding
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 14
CLICK … CLICK …The door opened wide revealing the masked man, he has brought us food, which means another day has passed away.I have no correct calculated amount of time regarding how much time has passed, but I am damn sure that it’s been a few days.Again, we all were given the same, a cake, an apple, and a water bottle. This isn’t enough food to survive a whole day, but do we have a choice?I and George ate quietly together while Miranda and the old man sat at the corner away from us because they despised me completely and at this moment, not a single fuck was given by me.Whatever their thoughts were, It doesn’t bother me at all not after they stayed silent when those two bastards raped me in here.I flinched as those bitter memories came into my mind.But, not long after it got removed with another bad one.****“Get Up,” The man howled and George squirmed further hiding his body in my embrace, afraid.“He is afraid,” I told him and a frustrated groan came in response.“You, co
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With slow steps, he reached me and stood in front of me, his eyes as usual dark, and his lips were closed in a thin straight line.I blinked in fear trying my best to not show any fear to him.HISSSuddenly, he pressed the cold metal of his gun right at the center of my forehead.“You helped her to escape… You want to escape?” He barked.Unknowingly, I yell in response, panic rising in my body as the metal pressed deeper into my skin prickling my scalp in terror.“NOO…”“NO?” He looked at me, surprised.“I didn’t help her… I just… I just watched silently…” I stammered.“Watched Silently.” He repeated my words in his dark, deep robotic voice.After a moment, he removed his gun from my forehead and then started laughing, not a normal but an evil laugh.Ha Ha Ha“So, now…” He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground.“We are going to play a game.”BOOMMy face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of
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168 Hours in Hell Chapter 94
VIOLET“Time to wake up,” Greyson says in my ear.I open my eyes and blink rapidly, trying to make sense of where we are. Not on the sidewalk anymore, that’s for sure. The air is warm, absent of a breeze. I’m sitting with my arms over my head. I tug, but they don’t move. Something holds firm around my wrists.A rattling to my right draws my attention. He stands at a wall of windows, pulling a chain to open the vertical blinds. We’re in the dance studio, and the lights are off. My eyes catch on myself in the mirror, but it’s hard to reconcile what I’m seeing with the truth.I’m naked to my waist, my wrists tied to the bar just over my head. My skin pricks, goosebumps rising on my flesh. I force my attention away, back to Greyson. He still stands by the large windows, but his attention is now on me. He’s got the blinds open. Moonlight streams in.“What are you doing?” I scoot backward until I’m as upright as I can be. My back bumps into the wall, and I tilt my head back to get a better
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 93
GREYSONViolet, Violet, Violet.I can smell her sweet, floral scent in my room like she rubbed herself along my walls and my sheets. There’s no imprint. No sign of her at all except for the smell. Something I don’t think I could concoct in my imagination.I sit on my bed and inhale again, not wanting to exhale.My father calls me. I consider sending it to voicemail, but the last time I did that, he showed up at my game.Him. At a game.I haven’t seen him witness me play in years, let alone speak to me after the fact. It probably has something to do with our clashing reputations. Can a beloved senator really have a bloodthirsty hockey player for a son?Since our next game is at home, I don’t want to risk that. Coach Roake acted like he walked on water, and I was once again reminded of the complex power my father holds. It goes far beyond his domain of New York.I don’t know if there’s a place his influence can’t reach.“Hey, Dad.”“Greyson,” he greets me. Brisk and businesslike, even t
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“When did you get here, Violet?” Paris asks.I tilt my head. “What?”“When. Did. You. Get. Here?”Greyson snorts. “She’s more welcome than you.”You know… when I want him to stick it to her, he doesn’t. He lets her climb all over him and sit close and flirt and fawn. And when I’d rather be anywhere but here, he tells her to shove it.Lovely.“Grey,” she tries.Oh, hell no. “You did not just call him that.”Her expression darkens. “Why, did you lay claim to that nickname?”I cross my arms. “As a matter of fact, I did.”Jesus. Who would’ve thought I’d be arguing about a nickname… this whole night is a mind-fuck. And in the back of my head, I have Senator Devereux’s secretary reminding me of my agreement with them. The fact that my aquatic therapy costs hundreds of dollars that I don’t have to spare, and they’ve been footing the bill.“You’re nothing special,” Paris snaps at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder.I roll my eyes. I’m sick of her attitude, but I don’t have the energy to
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 91
Willow rushes me after my first class. She almost crashes into me, skidding to a halt inches away, and drags me into the bathroom. She checks each of the stalls and then locks the main door.“What the hell, Violet?”I jerk back. “What?”“What. The. Hell. Violet.” She glares at me. “You should give a girl some more warning before you go off script.”I drop my backpack and shrug, helpless and more than a bit confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you going to tell me or just keep scolding me?”“This.” She pulls her phone out and shoves it at me.It’s a blog for the CPU Hawks. All sorts of athletic team write-ups, reports, and coverage of the games… plus notices put out by the publicist. Rebecca Dumont.“We met with the publicist the other day,” I say slowly.I click on the most recent post that went live twenty minutes ago.Didn’t take long for Willow to find it—and then me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting to find. I told Rebecca that the previous article posted in the
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 90
VIOLETThe trip organizers rented out one of the conference rooms for breakfast. There’s a congregation of CPU students in the room, spread out across tables, at the buffet line. I ignore them all, though, in my hunt for Willow.I never ended up texting her last night, and I feel a pang of guilt. It eases slightly, though, when I see her sandwiched between Knox and Amanda.Grey stops beside me. Hearing that I’ve used a nickname he likes—especially coming from me, I guess—does weird things to me. Good things. Strange things. It’s a step in a direction I wasn’t expecting. Like our truce. Like pretending not to hate each other.I’m pretty sure I have frostbite on my ass, though.“Hungry?”I glance up at him. “A bit.”He smiles. “Go sit. I’ll grab us something.”“No, it’s okay.” I head toward the buffet.He snags my wrist. “Vi.”“Grey.” I narrow my eyes. “I have a weird relationship with food, okay? Don’t fight me on this.”He appraises me, understanding lighting his expression. He finall
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 89
GREYSON I rise before Violet. I quietly brush my teeth and pull on different clothes, then sit on the unused bed. I grab her phone from the charger and open it, still sort of miffed that she hasn’t thought to put a password on it.Some people are far too trusting.Like Violet, asleep in my bed. I glance back at her and take in her hair scattered across her face, her full lips, parted as she takes in long, deep breaths. Her eyelids twitch, like her eyes are moving in a dream, and her fingers are curled into her pillow.Other than her tense grip, she seems relaxed.My hand aches, but I’ll deal with that later. Both hands are still wrapped. People kept commenting on them last night when I was trying to keep one eye on Violet. The normal rush from being at the center of attention didn’t come, becauseshewasn’t paying attention to me.When the hell did my brain flip to only giving a shit about her?I don’t like it.I go to her texts, and a conversation with Mia Germain catches my eye. The
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 88
GREYSONI consider Violet Reece. Before. The girl who seemed to have everything together.Outward appearances can be deceiving. I know that better than anyone.While she hides in the bathroom, I pull up a video of the Crown Point Ballet. One of their shows stars my girl as the lead. I keep the screen close to my face, trying to analyze her every expression when she dances.There’s another video in the suggested list on the side—an interview with Mia Germain and Violet. I don’t know who Mia is, but I’m curious to see Violet. Not just dancing, but her demeanor.It’s different in front of a camera, that much is immediately obvious. She and an older woman sitting in cushioned chairs side by side. Violet on screen is thinner than she is now. She wears a t-shirt, leggings, and a wraparound cardigan cinched tight to her waist. It gapes at the top. Her hair is slicked back in a bun. Even her face has a sharpness to it that isn’t present nowadays.The date on the video is from a year ago.I hi
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 87
“You find our special friend?” Amanda asks. “Jess is being the responsible one. She’ll get us home.”Oh, well, that’s a brilliant plan.“I need a drink,” I call.They wave me off.I stand at the bar, silent for a moment, then carefully tug my shirt lower. I don’t have a ton of cleavage, but I guess it does the trick. Seconds later, the bartender pauses in front of me. His gaze goes down, then back to my face.“You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?”I smile sweetly. “Nope, but I do hope I can get a screwdriver. And a vodka tonic for my friend.”He smirks. “I can do that for you.”“Thanks.” My cheeks heat at the insinuation.He hands me a glass filled to the brim with orange juice and vodka. I slide him cash and wait for my change, then take a sip. The taste of vodka gets stuck in my nose, but I ignore it.I’ve stayed away from drugs my whole life. I was a good girl. The one who tried to do no wrong, because I thought that was what would save me in the end.Newsflash—that’s a fucking joke.W
168 Hours in Hell Chapter 86
He lifts his head, and I slowly open my eyes. My vision has adjusted. Moonlight comes in through skylights and high windows. There are faint emergency lights outside the rink, just barely visible from here.The cold hit me, and I shiver.He slips out of me and scoots back on his knees. He grips my knees and widens my legs as far as they can go. My ankles are still trapped together by my jeans, stuck on my boots.When he runs his finger from my slit up to my clit, my lips part.“Here’s a little challenge for you, Violent.” He toys with my clit again, analyzing my reaction.I squirm. I want to get off, I’m right there, on the edge, but he pulls away before I can get there. Again. And again. We go through this for fucking eternity, until I’m desperate enough to do it myself.So I do.I touch myself while he watches, while I shiver and moan and try not to let him see all of me. I fucking hate it. Where did my self-control go? Where did my will? But his gaze combats the cold, and I know ju
