KIAN’S POVMine. Mine. She’s mine. The words chimes repeatedly in my head like the depraved thoughts of a caveman. It’s surreal, seeing, feeling and hearing Leslie giving up control to me like this. Asking me to take until I am filled up to the very brim. But that’s the thing, I don’t think I’ll
But as badly as I want to be soft with her, to take this slow and draw out both our pleasure for as long as possible, I can’t. I want her so bad. I just want to bury myself inside of her.“I can’t wait anymore, Leslie. I want you, I want to be inside of you.” I can barely recognize my own voice as I
KIAN’S POVI took her three more times through the night. We only had short breaks in between before I started to reach for her again and each climax only left me wanting more. The first two times were just as intense as the one that started it all. We matched each other’s consuming need to give an
TRAVIS’ POVI got the call on the morning of a routine check at one of my warehouses. It was exactly 8AM in the morning and it came twice. Both times, I watched it ring without having the courage to answer it. I had bunched my hands in tight fists to stop myself from answering at the first ring like
KIAN’S POV It’s been eight hours since she disappeared without a trace. Eight hours since I woke up after the best night of my life, and a dream turned into a nightmare so fast. Her phone is still off but it hasn’t stopped me from calling her number over and over again even when I know I’ll hear a
The call barely even goes through before the gates slide open themselves. Someone must have controlled them from inside, which means they know I’m here. I march through the gates and the compound and then barge open the mansion’s front door. I easily find Mike, perched on one of the living room so
LESLIE’S POV I’m running. I’m leaving the life I know behind and going in search of another. It is both the bravest and most cowardly thing I have ever done in my entire existence and so it comes with a mixture of emotions that trouble my mind deeply. Seated in the waiting aisle, I clutch my tr
LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the begi
LESLIE’S POV I join Kian’s mother outside the room, closing the door behind me. She is still stewing in anger, face red with rage that’s waiting to be unleashed. Usually, I would do anything to pacify her so I wouldn't be at the receiving end of that unbridled rage. Now? Irritation is all I feel at
LESLIE’S POV (One Week Later) “If the police show up again, spray them in the face with the fire extinguisher or something.” Cole’s irritated voice filters through my phone’s speaker and it makes me crack a smile for the first time in a week. “Pretty sure I would get arrested for that.” “Not
LESLIE’S POV My reflexes work faster than they ever have. Fast enough to help me roll away, and bump into Beverly in the process. Mike relentlessly stalks towards me and that’s when I get a good look at his affected leg. I time his movement and before he can take another angry swing of his weapon
LESLIE’S POV Seconds after Beverly crumples to the ground, my breath is still caught in my throat. I’m still trembling as I watch her sprawled on the floor, body jerking uncontrollably. I’m amazed at my strength to still remain standing despite the traumatising scene in front of me. To still grip t
LESLIE’S POV Our hearts are already in our mouths before we see what jumped at us—a ginormous rat, every bit as scared as us. It runs at full speed and scurries into the nearby bush. “All clear.” She mutters and we both step into the shed using her phone’s flashlight. It’s a full shed; a bunch of
LESLIE’S POV We’re barely two minutes away from the abandoned school gate when the engine starts to sputter, the entire truck shaking with the intensity. “No…no…no…no, not now!” Beverly lets out a panicked groan. I am preoccupied with looking behind us to make sure we’re not being followed but at
LESLIE’S POV Kian doesn’t know it—the name of Mike’s sister. I can tell from the way his entire face has gone even paler than it was before. Earlier, it had been pale from the pain of the injuries from the accident that I still don’t know the extent of. Now, he has turned ashen from something m
LESLIE’S POV The sound of my name reaches me from somewhere distant. The sound is repeated just like the throbbing ache in my head. When I finally manage to pry open my eyes, the feeling of deja vu washes over me. My hands and legs are bound tightly just like three years ago in that warehouse.
BEVERLY’S POV The familiar beeping sound that comes from my phone causes me to jerk upright. My eyes train on the screen, following the movement of a blinking red dot on the map. He’s on the move. I slam a couple of bills on the coffee table before hurrying out of the cafe where I had been havi