ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 81: Who’s he?

Chapter 81: Who’s he?

~Chapter 81~

KATYA

"Please," My trembling voice shook slightly as I was being moved from whatever place I was in with the others.

The sound of my own ragged breathing filled my ears, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

I had no idea where we were going or what lay ahead, but Mr. Antonio’s words still echoed. My legs barely touched the floor as whoever—James?—held me.

The person moved like he was a machine, executing a well-rehearsed routine, changing directions left and right without warning.

The sudden movements left me disoriented. I still couldn’t see, the effects of the injection rendering my vision useless, but I could sense the shifts in James’s body movements.

The way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he moved, I knew we were heading down. The hall or corridor or whatever space we were in was as silent as a graveyard, but my heart was a different story altogether.

It was racing, pounding in my chest, skipping beats and fluttering wildly as if a DJ was spinning tracks in my ribcage.

The sound of my own heartbeat was almost deafening. I felt like I was on the verge of hyperventilating, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Please," I whispered again, losing all hope that this person might never listen to me. He might never hear my pleas or respond to my needs.

I didn’t even know what I was pleading for – was it mercy, freedom, or just a crumb of kindness? – but the word kept repeating itself, spilling from my lips like a prayer.

I strained my ears, trying to pick up any sound that might give me a clue about where we were or what was happening.

There was nothing – no murmur of voices, no creak of doors, no rustle of fabric.

Just the silence, and the sound of James’s footsteps, and the pounding of my own heart.

My still useless eyes felt like empty voids, dark and unseeing. I hated my life.

The sound of a door opening rapidly reached my ears before the soft whoosh of air filled the space.

Light but swift footsteps echoed through the corridor; the sound grew fainter as the person moved further away from us.

I didn’t know what was going through my mind, but something primal took over, and I screamed out loud, "Someone, please help me!" I didn’t know what the fuck I was thinking.

My voice was so hoarse and creaking, like the sound of a cricket rubbing its wings together.

The raw and desperate words tore from my throat, but it was quickly replaced by both embarrassment and shame.

A low, amused chuckle reached my ears, and I could sense my mover’s amusement. I internally flinched at the sound and feeling of his body vibrating with suppressed laughter.

Humiliation couldn’t feel more than this. I felt stupid for screaming out for help, for revealing my vulnerability.

Who does that?

I’m still trapped in their domain, and I foolishly screamed for help like someone would actually hear me and come to my rescue.

The realization hit me like a slap, and my face burned with shame.

I’m so scared of what my fate in this house would be; the uncertainty was gnawing at my insides, making me so desperate.

My mind spun with worst-case scenarios. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in my ears, the memory of Frank’s lifeless body dropping to the ground seared into my brain.

I could still feel the shock and horror of witnessing his brutal killing; that demon’s cold smirk and eyes still sent shivers down my spine.

James suddenly stopped, and his grip on me tightened slightly before a soft click followed by the sound of a door opening broke the silence.

I was instantly hit with a wave of cool air, making me shiver and unintentionally curl up more into his body.

The sudden change in temperature was so sudden, and my body reacted instinctively, seeking warmth and comfort.

The door sounded shut behind us, and I sharply tried to move my head towards the sound.

But before I could process what was happening, I was dropped onto something soft.

I let out a loud yelp of surprise, my body bouncing on the plush surface, trying to regain my balance.

My senses were on high alert as the softness beneath me enveloped me.

My shaky hands trembled as I ran them over the surface beneath me; the softness of a bed or mattress was welcomed after all the hardness of James’s grip.

The sheets were silky smooth, possibly cotton or silk, and they felt luxurious against my skin.

I was momentarily lost in the sensation, my fingers tracing the texture of the fabric.

But James’s voice shattered the moment, bringing me back to reality with a jolt. "Don’t even try doing anything stupid," he sharply warned.

And from his tone It was clear he didn’t like me. But guess what? I didn’t like him either – this controlling, sadistic asshole who seemed to take pleasure in my misery.

Fucking lunatic.

My blinded eyes tried their best to locate him, hoping I could conjure up a glare so sharp, so intense, that it would reach him and make him flinch.

I willed my eyes to burn with hatred, to sear him with my anger, even though I couldn’t see him.

The effort was useless, but it made me feel slightly more in control, slightly more empowered in this desperate situation.

He had no human feelings in dropping me so hard without care, no hint of remorse or compassion in his actions.

My eyes, though blinded, found a little outline of what seemed like a human shape, and I shot the deadliest glare I could muster.

As if my gaze could pierce through the darkness and burn him with my anger.

BAM!

The loud sound of the door getting opened and shut hard made me flinch. The sound was so sudden and unexpected.

I thought James was still with me, but seconds later, the room was filled with an intense silence.

No sound.

No movement.

Just me.

Alone and adrift in the darkness. I lay still, my chest heaving as I tried to process the sudden change in environment.

Was I alone? My mind couldn’t rest with questions.

What was going to happen next? I let out a slow breath, trying to calm my flipping heart and gather my thoughts.

But the silence was unnerving, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, that unblinking eyes were trained on me, waiting for me to make a move.

I wondered if James had truly left me alone in this cold place.

My fingers clutched the sheets, twisting them into knots as I strained to hear any sound that might indicate James’ presence.

Was he lurking in the shadows, watching me like a creep?

I didn’t know silence could be this overwhelming, this crushing. I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a panic attack.

My breath came in short gasps. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, straining to detect even the slightest sound.

But there was nothing. Just silence. And the darkness. And the fear. It was a toxic mix, one that threatened to consume me whole.

Quickly, I tried bringing my hands to my head, but before I could, my hand connected with something.

And seconds later, a loud crash resounded throughout the room. The sound was jarring, making me wince and clutching my ears hard to block out the noise.

The echoes slowly faded, and my blinded eyes began to see. At first, it was just a blur, but gradually, the room came into focus.

I saw a man, his back turned to me. I could see his hand, holding onto a glass cup.

Another cup was shattered on the floor, and I realized I must have knocked it out of his hand.

Who was he?

Was it James?

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