CHAPTER 21; A TRAP FOR HIS MATE

A tiny constant drip of crimson liquid fell from high and splatted to the ground.  Her hands were held apart by chains, thick chains that lifted her up from the ground.  Her legs dangled towards the earth.  Her hair was matted with blood and so was her whole body. It was sticky and streaks of blood had dried up on it, her back held scars…a tale she was sure would be evidently narrated in the future. She knew he was too good to be true.  Her instincts warned her not to go with him but she still did. Throwing caution to the wind.    She had nothing to lose but yet again, she would have deeply appreciated it if he didn't decide to kill her with torture.   A small painless poison into her food would have gone a very long way but yet… She sighed.   Her eyes moved upwards at the sound of a freaking door being opened. She'd forgotten for a moment that psychopaths like these truly existed in the world.  She watched him walk in with a smirk on his face, the same smirk had been th