“The pill I gave you in the room made you puke.” I make a face, but he continues anyway. “This pill you took just now negates that effect.”
“You made me vomit on purpose?” I say, pulling my hand away from his.
“I did it because I had to.” He forcefully grabs my hand, pulls it toward him, and squeezes. “It was the only way to get you out safely, without suspicions.”
“Let go of my hand, Sebastian.”
“Why?”
I cringe. “You’re disgusting.”
I can’t even put to words how horrified I am by all that he’s done. By what he and those men put me through. I feel broken. Shattered in two. And the man who stands before me is a monster in my eyes.
“I know. I’m a dick. I put my cock in your mouth for that reason as well.”
“To make me puke? Because it worked all right,” I sneer.
I’m being a bitch, but for good reasons. He was here and he used me. In front of them. There’s no way that I can forgive him for this. No way.
“I know you didn’t puke because of my dick. You like it too much for that to happen.” With a smug smile on his face, he shrugs.
“I liked it. Past tense. I did not like what you put me through in there. They saw everything …”
“I know. It was wrong, and I don’t expect you to forgive me right now. But know that I did it so I could mask the fact that I was giving you a pill and make them believe it was due to my throat fucking that you vomited.” He sighs. “It was all part of the plan.”
“I should’ve never trusted you. Trusting you has been the biggest mistake in my life.”
He lowers his head and frowns. “I know how you feel about me.”
“It keeps getting worse. These lies, the things you do to me, it all keeps getting worse,” I shout. “You are the reason that I am in here!”
He looks up again. “I know, and for that I am sorry. I’m sorry for participating in their games, for letting myself be part of that, for not protecting you from them, and even making you a part of it. I’m working to make it right. I should’ve done this a long time ago. I should’ve pulled you out of their grasp sooner, back when I first saw you at that charity event.”
I gaze up at him. “You keep mentioning that moment.”
“It replays in my mind every single fucking day. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t save that one girl … not even one.” He shakes his head and makes a fist. “No matter what I do, I cannot change the past.”
“You can’t,” I say. “But you can change the future.”
I swallow, gathering some courage. My only way out of here is Sebastian, and I’m not going to let that slip, no matter how much I hate him right now.
“Stop working with them,” I say. “Don’t give them anything. They’ve taken enough.”
He bites his lips but doesn’t respond. There’s a pause. “I am not sorry for rescuing you. Even if I did it in the most embarrassing, foul way, it was the only chance I had and I reached for it.”
I turn my head away. I don’t want to listen to him making excuses for himself as to why he could do that to me. How he could use me like that, in front of them … Tears form in my eyes just from the reminder of the ordeal. I blink them away.
“Oh, my precious little fairy.” He leans in and grabs my cheeks with both hands. “Your eyes are glassy, but please don’t cry. Everything will be okay, I promise.” He caresses my cheek.
As if everything could be okay again after what he and the men did to me.
“But we have to go now. We’ll talk about this later and I’ll explain everything.”
“You’d better …” I add. “You don’t know what I’ve been through.”
“I have an inkling.”
Someone knocks on the door. “Mister Brand? The doctor is here.”
“Who is that?” I ask him as he stands up.
“Someone I called to come in.”
“Why? What’s he going to do?” I sit up straight while Sebastian grabs some clothes from a cabinet standing opposite of the couch.
He throws them to me. “Put these on.”
I do as he says and make myself appear presentable, despite the fact that I feel like I just threw up a bucket load. Sebastian must have a plan. Otherwise, he wouldn’t risk getting me out the way he did. He takes his risks big and dangerous, just like his personality.
Sebastian opens the door and lets the man with a long white coat inside. The guard by the door smiles at us, but Sebastian quickly slams the door shut, almost right in his face.
“How is she doing?” the man asks as he walks to me.