“You’re strong, Harmony. I’ll give you that.” The pain in my shoulder and face was excruciating, but I’d held my shoulders back and stared him in the eye, refusing to let him see me vulnerable. “But everyone has their breaking point and I would’ve taken so much pleasure in breaking you. But then a client of mine heard about you, he became very interested and was adamant that he must have you for his collection.”
I frowned, confused by his words.
“I know who you are! I know where you’re going! I know everything about you!” He smirked, dusting off his hands as if when he hit me he may have contracted some sort of disease. “I’ll let you have a little time with your friends because where you’re going, you’re going to need the happy memories to make it through.” Then he turned and strolled straight out the door, as though he hadn’t just threatened me. Almost like it was just another day at the office.
My body gave in and I slid to the floor. Things were escalating very quickly, my mind couldn’t keep up, his words replaying over and over again.
He must have you for his collection.
Where you’re going, you’re going to need the happy memories.
I would’ve taken so much pleasure in breaking you.
I heard a gasp and looked up, my eyes now clouded with tears.
“Oh, my dear! Are you okay, honey?” The older lady moved toward me. She crouched down and reached out to brush my hair away from my eyes. I cringed and turned away from her. “Is there someone I can get for you? Are you here with anyone?”
Kit. Get Kit.
“His name’s Kit, he’s one of the bikers outside,” I whispered. Hiding my face behind a curtain of hair, not wanting to see the look of pity on the woman’s face.
“Okay, I’ll get him.”
She rushed out and I let the dam loose. The waterworks were on, only relieving a little of the pressure that was now building in my head.
This was bad.
So, so bad.