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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
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  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. A Sneak Peek of You Will Be Mine
  49. 1
  50. Back Cover

Another drop hits. My heart slams against my rib cage. I curl my fingers into the thin foam mattress covering the bed.

Heat blows against my ear.

Don’t react.

Caleb’s head is beside mine, his breath grazing my skin and turning my stomach.

“I’m going to enjoy this.” His voice rattles through my body, shaking me to the core.

“Bring it,” I rasp.

Don’t bring it!

Shut up, what are you doing?

He chuckles and then the warmth is gone. He’s stood upright again. How much longer is he going to mess with me?

In no time, Caleb dumps a jug of water on me. The towel caves in, molding to my face, the weight pushing my head into the mattress. I hold my breath. The jug couldn’t have been big because it’s over in seconds.

Far too easy to be as bad as it gets.

He’s still playing with me. Caleb is going to take his time, make me suffer and try to break me down. It’s him against me, and I have no intention of losing.

23

I wait with my heart in my mouth. The room is eerily silent, like everyone is holding their breath. Where is he? Caleb doesn’t make any noise when he moves anymore, as if he’s some sort of deadly ninja. It’s a stark contrast to how loud he was preparing a minute ago.

I swallow against the churning in my stomach as acid rushes up my throat. Keep yourself occupied!

Count.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five…

Three hundred and forty-eight seconds.

My face is cold, the water icy and getting colder the longer it sits on my skin. The towel is still covering my face, heavy and damp.

Lucie hasn’t made a sound. In fact, nothing has. For all I know, Caleb has left the room. But that seems unlikely since he’s set on making me hurt.

I want to call out to Lucie and see if she’s okay, but I’m scared that he will use the opportunity to pour more water on my face. To get through this, I need my eyes and mouth closed and to hold my breath as water hits me. If I don’t, I’ll get into some serious trouble fast.

My fingers ache as they curl harder into the thin mattress of the bed.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Caleb hums low and deep, sending a shudder racing up my spine. My pulse thuds in my ears. I’m okay. I don’t recognize the tune, but it’s creepy, like it belongs in a horror movie right as the killer is about to pounce.

“Hmm hmm. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Hmmmm.”

I squeeze my eyes together tighter.

The first thing I feel is a weight slamming into my face. It feels like someone has dropped bricks on me. The next thing is the temperature. Ice cold.