GET OUT!!!

Chapter 4

“You’re not pure a virgin, Olivia,” he said, his voice like ice. My heart pounded in my chest as I took a step back. I could feel my body trembling.

“You lied to me, didn’t you?” His voice was full of accusation, and I felt like I was shrinking under his glare. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"Get out!" he yelled, his voice booming in the silent room. My eyes darted to him in fear, my hands shaking as I reached for my clothes. I wanted to cover myself, to protect myself, but his words seemed to freeze me in place. I felt exposed and vulnerable, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Go outside, and leave your clothes here," he said, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt numb, like I was in a nightmare.

“You have five seconds to get out of here,” he said, his voice low and threatening. I could feel my heart racing, the seconds ticking by in my head. I knew I had to move, but my body felt frozen in place. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” I begged, my voice shaking with fear. But I knew it was no use. I was trapped, and there was no way out. I was at his mercy, and I had no power to change my fate.

“I don’t accept pleas,” he whispered, his breath hot on my ear. His grip on my neck tightened, cutting off my air supply. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, blurring my vision. He threw me to the floor, the impact knocking the breath out of me. I struggled to breathe, but his hand was still on my throat, crushing my windpipe. I could feel my vision starting to go black around the edges.

“Get out of here!” he yelled, and he threw me to the floor. I landed with a crash, the impact jolting through my body. I scrambled to my feet, my hands grasping at my throat, as I ran from the room.

I glanced around, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, making sure no one had seen what had just happened. Then, I fled as fast as my legs could carry me, one hand covering my chest and the other trying to shield my modesty. I felt completely exposed, both physically and emotionally.

I raced to the closet door, my hand grasping the doorknob. I tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge. I pulled and twisted, but it remained locked tight. Panicking, I turned and ran to the next room, hoping to find another way out.

The sound of approaching footsteps filled me with dread. I could hear the voices of two men, chattering as they got closer and closer. I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my thoughts racing. I had to find a way to hide before they saw me like this. My eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could help me.

I heard the doorknob turn, and I knew I had to act fast. I lunged into the room, not even bothering to see who was opening the door. I landed on the bed with a thud, my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to catch my breath, the pain from his grip still lingering on my neck.

“See who we got here” I heard suddenly, I turned to see the maid who had shown me to Ryan’s room on my first day here. I felt a wave of relief as I recognized her face, but also a tinge of doubt. What if she was part of whatever was going on? I couldn’t tell what she was thinking as she looked at me, her expression unreadable.

“You’re to blame for this,” she said, her words hitting me like a blast of cold air. “I asked you the same question he did, and you lied to me.” I was stunned. How did she know what had happened?

“How do you know what happened?” I asked, my eyes wide with curiosity. I couldn’t believe she knew about the events leading up to this moment. What else did she know?

“Calm down, Olivia,” she said, her voice calm and measured. “You need to be patient and listen to me.” I was stunned. How did she know my name?

“You’re surprised I know your name?” she asked, her smile broadening. “I know a lot more than that.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I knew this would happen,” she said, her voice low and steady. “I know what makes him angry, and what he does to people who make him angry. Trust me, you’re lucky to be alive. The last woman who did this…well, let’s just say it didn’t end well for her.”

“He only sleeps with virgins, Olivia,” she said, her eyes boring into mine. “I know this because…”

She paused, and for a moment I thought she wasn’t going to continue. Then, she leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

“Here, take these clothes,” she said, handing me a casual outfit. I could barely contain my gratitude as I took the clothes and put them on as quickly as possible. I hugged her, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the safety it brought me.

“What’s your name?” I asked, curious to know more about this mysterious woman who had helped me in my hour of need. She smiled, and for a moment I thought she wouldn’t answer. Then, she said: “My name is Molly Wilde”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand. She took it, her grip warm and firm. In that moment, I felt a sense of connection and friendship. Perhaps I had found an ally in this strange and unfamiliar place but something still seem weird about her.

Ryan pov….

I watched as she scrambles out of the room, the anger evident on my face. I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t killed her, when I knew I could have ended it all with a single strike. Yet something held me back. Perhaps it was my humanity, or perhaps it was something else entirely.

There was something about her that I couldn’t place, something that made me feel a connection, even though she had lied to me. I couldn’t bring myself to hate her, or to treat her badly. There was something more at work here, something I couldn’t yet understand.

As I stood there, something about her scent seemed familiar. Suddenly, it clicked. “No,” I gasped, realization dawning. “She’s altered it. She's tampered with the scent.”

My heart pounding, I rushed to my box, dread and horror coursing through me. I reached inside, searching for what I needed. But it was too late. “No,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “She’s ruined it. I’m ruined.”