Chapter sixteen
Vivienne Hart POV
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"Bend over.”
I decided to give into my impulses… his orders made me want to choose the wrong road. I might not make it, but the idea of doing something else apart from his orders made me enticed.
Furthermore, I'm quick enough to race myself to the door. When I gauged the distance, it seemed so near. But now that I'm on the run, it feels never ending.
It feels like I'm on the run for hours, my shoulders are weighing out, and my knees are turning into jelly.
At this point, I'm not thinking straight or even trying to consider what consequences. The aftermath is not even in the back of my head. Maybe I'm as sadistic as he is. I like the thrill. I like this
From being trapped in this house, by his sick games, I feel thrilled to have decided the
