Endless Lies (Lies #6) - Ella Miles Page 0,47
prefer the dark.
“Here,” Maxwell says.
A second later, the blinds are blocking the light enough for me to open my eyes.
“Better?” Maxwell asks.
I nod and then sit up.
It makes me immediately queasy. Corbin notices the familiar motion and grabs a trash can for me just in time as the contents of my stomach come up.
“What happened?” I ask after my stomach stops heaving.
“He drugged you before he even entered your cell.”
“Just me?”
Corbin nods. “Yea, he didn’t have to drug us. He knew once he had you, we would do whatever he said. He brought us all into this room and then left. He hasn’t spoken to us yet. Our best guess is you’ve been out for about an hour.”
“Have you found any way out?” I ask, even though I know they can’t answer me, at least not with words.
We did come up with signals for yes and no in situations like this to answer basic questions without my father or his men seeing what our real answers are.
“No,” Corbin says.
He grabs my hand and helps me stand up off the couch I was lying on. He squeezes my hand twice before letting it go.
Our signal for yes was to make any motion twice, a single time for no.
Twice for yes.
They’ve found a way out of here.
The problem is they can’t communicate it to me, so I just have to follow their lead of when or how to get out of here.
I look around the room. It’s half living area, half bedroom. There is a couch I was lying on and two chairs. Then there is a large king-sized bed on the other side.
I gulp at the sight. I don’t know if their plan of escape involves doing what my father wants before or after we use the bed.
I pace around the room as the two men’s eyes are locked on me. I take in the two large windows that are now covered with blinds. I run my hand over the edge of the bed, the couch, the chairs, the door, the walls. I study the cameras I can see and guess where there could be more that I can’t see.
I jump when I hear my father’s voice.
“Prove to me that you don’t love him anymore. Commit one of the worst sins.”
And then his voice is gone.
I feel the two men behind me, and I know what I must do—fuck them like I want them.
There was a time when I would have been capable of this, even while loving Langston. But without seeing Langston for over a year, I’m not sure I’m strong enough. My heart longs for Langston so strongly that I’m not sure I can even go through the motions with someone else, let alone convince my father.
I don’t turn around. I can’t face Maxwell and Corbin. They’ve become friends, practically brothers in our year together.
“I can’t,” I whisper, letting them know I’m going to need all the help I can get.
I hear both men walk to me, stopping on either side of me.
They each take one of my hands and squeeze twice.
Yes.
I don’t know what they are trying to say yes to; just that is the signal they are giving me.
“Close your eyes,” Corbin says.
I do.
“Take a deep breath and let go of everything. Let your mind drift to what you want it to,” Maxwell says.
And then I feel a blindfold placed over my eyes.
I gulp for air, like losing my sight also affected my ability to breathe.
They lead me over to the bed until the backs of my thighs graze the edge. A hand on my shoulder lowers me to the bed. I sit, but I don’t fall back.
“Picture him, not us.”
I can’t tell if that was Maxwell or Corbin who said that.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to show that I’m over Langston if they had to blindfold me for me to fuck them.
“It won’t work.”
“Trust us. It will.”
Picture Langston.
Pretend it’s Langston.
My memories of the last time we were together are so foggy that I can barely remember. What did it feel like to have his lips pressed against mine? Were they soft and sweet? Hard and controlling? Would I lose my breath, or would my heart rate speed? Was I overcome with emotion, or so lost in him that I felt no emotion at all?
I can’t remember.
I’ve been living without him for so long that I’ve forgotten all of the little details. What shade was his hair up close? Was his smile crooked or straight?
Hands gently