Chapter 232: Dinner with the Devil

The door clicked shut behind Harlan, leaving me alone once again. My throat ached, the pain a sharp reminder of what this man was capable of. The lengths he would go to to ensure my compliance.

Miserably, I curled up on the bed, allowing myself to sob myself to sleep.

The room was dark when I woke up. Night had fallen and I hadn't had any need to put lights on during the day, so the room had plunged into darkness, which was kind of unnerving in the unfamiliar setting.

With a sigh, I sat up, searching for the lamp beside the bed and clicking it on.

I'd shed my tears and acknowledged my shitty situation, but now I needed to try and figure a way out of it, because crying all afternoon hadn't magically resolved the issue.

It was clear, Harlan was dangerous. More dangerous than I'd ever imagined. The fact that he seemed to want me was in my favor, but that would only go so far... He had said he didn't want to hurt me, but he would. I couldn't rule out the possibility that he might push tha