Yasmin wondered how long the drug lasted and if she could stay awake long enough for it to wear off while she was still conscious. She had a plan. It was no longer running away. Nor was it doing what Volkan wanted and giving in to his psychotic courtship. No, the second she gained control of her muscles again, she was going to murder the man who’d kidnapped and tortured her.

Chapter Fourteen

“Time to wake up, aşkım.”

Yasmin squinted at the face hovering over hers, wondering why there was someone in her bedroom. Then the truth hit her and she gasped, scrambling away from him.

She’d fallen asleep! Volkan’s fingers running over her scalp had lulled her and she’d missed her opportunity to murder him.

“Ah ah,” he said, holding up a syringe. “I see the defiance in your eyes.”

“Oh god!” She fell off the bed trying to get away from him and landed hard on the floor where she quickly righted herself and turned to stare at him. “Please don’t drug me again.” The words sounded desperate to her ears, but then, she felt desperate. She never again wanted to go through what he’d done to her the night before. It had been as close to rape as he could get without actually penetrating her. “I feel sick.”

His gaze turned to concern. “Where does it hurt?” He reached for her, but she flung herself away from him. “Is it your head? I was told the drug might give you a minor headache.”

She stared at him incredulously. After everything he’d done to her, he was worried she might have a slight drug-induced headache? “No, you monster, I’m sick to my soul! How could you do this to me?”

His gaze turned knowing as he realized she wasn’t actually sick. “I’ve explained to you why I’ve done this, Yasmin, and I don’t like to repeat myself. Now, it’s time to get ready for the day.”

She was in hell, stuck with a madman who had no boundaries. She glanced at the syringe still held in his hand and her shoulders slumped. She had no choice but do as he wanted until she found a safe way to escape.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked dully.

He smiled, a smile that had once set her heart fluttering in response, but now made her feel nauseous. “Good girl,” he said, as if praising a dog. “You’ll need to get ready for some company.”

People!

People who could help her if she could find a way to tell them.