Chapter 3

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The projector in the room was playing a video of that horrific night. My own screams echoed off the walls.

Because I refused to be obedient, Silas had snapped. He threw me onto the bed and forced me to watch the footage.

I tried to look away, but he grabbed my hair, pulling my head forward. He wanted me to remember every detail.

"Man, this woman has a great body!" one of the men in the video cheered.

"Right? Especially since she just had a kid. There's something about her... it's amazing."

"Even after the baby, she's still so tight. This is incredible."

Listening to the men in the video, I felt a wave of nausea. Why me? Why did it have to be me?

"Look at yourself. You're a mess," Silas whispered in my ear like a demon. "Who else would want you but me? You can't escape, Summer."

He ignored my protests and began tearing at my clothes. The bruises from a week ago hadn't even faded, but he didn't care.

He pressed his lips against my neck.

The trauma and the physical revulsion were too much. I shoved him away and leaned over the edge of the bed, my stomach cramping.

I hadn't eaten in days. There was nothing to throw up.

I felt a metallic tang in my throat. I opened my mouth, and blood spilled out. My body went limp, and I collapsed into darkness.

Before I lost consciousness, I heard Silas sounding almost worried. "Summer? Summer! What's wrong?"

Silas, why are you still acting?