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April
In the dark of night, I’ed out of my bed
It takes es to come to my senses, my mind still enraptured by the dream I cannot escape I’rass surrounding the huts at the Holy Land, every step feeling like I’ farther and farther away from home
Home … that tiny house in a rural town, a place I once knew before I was taken
Before I became a prisoner to a cult
My eyes spring open, and I’m here, in the flesh, back in the present, but this new roohtmare And a man’s hand is clutched firht out of my bed
“What are you doing?” Ifro torn away from me
It’s only when I’ve blinked a couple of ti
Soren
One of the three odforsaken house
The quiet, beefy one with the blond beard who rarely speaks has coain
Where will I go this time? Another cult?
Have I disappointed yet another group of men?
Snide remarks come to mind, and in a rip and say, “No”
He stops in his tracks, but it is only when he raises his shoulders, straightens his posture, and arches his back that I realize just how huge and muscular he really is And how tiny I am in comparison
Slowly, he spins on his heels, every inch of his thick, veinyWhen his piercing blue eyes bore into mine, I’m momentarily at a loss of words … and breath
One step of his giant feet is all it takes to make me back down, to make me want to cower, but my mind tells me not to be swayed by his attempt to intimidate me
What is he going to do?
Hurt me?
He’s not allowed
After all, he isn’t the one in charge
One of the other two men who runs this place is Eli
And when Eli tells hioods, he’ll definitely take that to heart
These men aren’t like the men from the Holy Land They’re not here to satisfy their own needs They’re here to punish me for mine
But I refuse to let uilty for what happened to me
Not even as Soren stares atdo I waver in ht
“Lettoa beast of a man
The only response I get is a brief bear-like grunt His nostrils flare, and he holds out his hand “Come”
My eyes narrow, and so do his
His voice lowers “Now”
It’s not a question
And I don’t know if I want to find out what happens if I don’t listen
It’s the ht There’s no reason this can’t wait untilis about to happen
“Tellon,” I say
His eyes widen, and his face becoswith him “Follow”