Being mine isn’t a choice or a push and pull game anymore.
It’s her only hope of survival.
9
Elsa
“Are you sure about this?”
I suck in a breath through my teeth and release it out of my nose.
No. I’m not sure.
Truth is, I feel like hiding in a corner and never coming out.
But this is the only way to dig into my past and find anything of value. The only chance I have to find myself.
And hopefully, escape Aiden.
Maybe if I know what happened, I’ll hate him enough to stop reacting to him the way I do.
The memories from last night still haunt me. They still move underneath my skin like a living being.
How could I orgasm that hard? How could I react to his brutality the way I did?
Am I becoming sick like him or was it in me the entire time and he’s just awakening it?
Nope.
I didn’t come here to think about Aiden.
I meet Dr Khan’s gaze from my position, lying on the recliner chair, and force out a smile. “Yes. Please help me.”
He smiles, but there’s no warmth behind it. If anything, Dr Khan seems more unsure about this than I am.
“I need you to close your eyes and relax.”
Crossing my hands on my stomach, I try to get comfy on the leather recliner chair.
“Inhale through your nose. Hold it. Then exhale through your mouth.”
I do as he says.
In.
Out.
We spent what seems like minutes in an inhale-exhale exercise.
“Try to imagine that you’re going down a staircase,” he says with a soothing tone.
“A staircase?”
“Yes. Every step down is like leaving your consciousness to reach your subconscious. Can you imagine a staircase?”
“I think?” My brows furrow as I try to concentrate on the image.
“Relax, Elsa.” Dr Khan’s voice comes from opposite me. “It’ll never work if you’re tense. How about you take deep breaths again?”