Chapter 105

Mena

My eyes had been covered for the whole trip, and I had no idea where Anson had taken me. Once we arrived, he handcuffed me to a pole, making sure I couldn’t run or call for help. Before he had tied me up, I had managed to slip the ring in my back pocket, and that was a good call because he had patted me down to look for my phone that luckily wasn’t on me.

He had left soon after we arrived, leaving me all alone in this abandoned place. It looked like no one had lived there for a long time, and it gave off the vibe of a squatters’ home.

It was cold, freezing—I was exhausted, nauseous, and lost.

Eventually, Anson returned, carrying a paper bag in his hands. He hummed a tune as he unpacked some food with a smile on his face. He was enjoying this way too much.

“Open 24/7,” Anson held up the sandwich as if I had asked him to do that. Then he approached me, and I quickly turned my head away. It was of no use as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. I did, and that look in his e