CHAPTER 74
Just like Kaelith promised, he drove her to the nearest flower shop the next morning after the breakfast. It was three blocks down from their hotel suite.
The shop was aesthetically pleasing, with many types of flowers that caught her eye.
Above the entrance hung a cute wooden sign that said "Blossom he was a living, breathing embodiment of love. He was the warmth in her heart, the light in her darkest moments.
It intrigued her. She was about to grab the flower when a hand flashed forward and rested over hers over the flower.
She gasped and turned around immediately to find a tall man with a black mask looking down at her.
Amara felt a chilly sensation running down her limbs as she tried to sidestep him but his hand was quick to grab her bicep.
She tensed, eyeing the area as she tried to look for Kaelith. Who was this crazy man?
She tried to jerk her arm off his grip only for him to tighten it.
Surge of panic and anger boiled with her as she raised her other hand to slap him.
Before it could touch him, he grabbed her wrists and twisted at a painful angle and turned her around slamming her front against the shelves. She painful whimper escaped her lips.
"What are — " she was about to yell when he placed his hand over her mouth. Disgust rolled down her skin as she felt him pressing his front to her back, she desperately tried to claw him as he hissed into her ears. His lips wrapped around her ear lobe as he breathed out.
"That's not how you greet your lover, doll.
" He whispered cruelly as she felt him shuffling through his pocket and his hand on her mouth was replaced by a piece of cloth.
The realisation hit her almost immediately as she struggled harder.
He pressed the cloth against her mouth forcefully as tears ran down her eyes. "Breathe love, breathe."
As her lungs started to burn, a searing sensation spread throughout her body, prompting an involuntary response.
With every ounce of strength she possessed, her legs kicked with a desperate effort to break free from the clutches that held her captive.
However, despite her valiant attempts, her legs struggled in vain, unable to make any headway against the overwhelming force weighing her down.
In the state of utter fatigue and exhaustion, her body instinctively took over, involuntarily drawing in a breath - a reflex engrained deep within the core of her being.
As the air rushed into her lungs, providing a temporary respite to the burning sensation, she found herself caught off guard by a chilling sound that pierced through the tense atmosphere.
A sharp and ominous chuckle reverberated from behind, sending a shiver down her spine.
The man who held her captive had taken a sadistic delight in her struggles, deriving twisted pleasure from her futile escape attempts.
His lips moved deliberately, tracing a sinister path down her slender neck, each touch laden with a wicked intent that sent a wave of dread coursing through her veins.
The drug infiltrated her lungs, her body stared lightening as he whispered. "It will be a good reunion, Amara. I will make everything right, just like it was supposed to be."