6. - – Mackenzie
CHAPTER SIX
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MACKENZIE
My hands fist, and I pull on the restraints binding me to the bed. The lights went out a few minutes ago, signaling that we should all be fast asleep.
I don’t know how they think I can fall asleep after what Killian did.
In the rundown building, I thought he was going to make me feel good again, to own another part of me. All he did was tease me, and then he let them take me again.
“Why do you let him do that to you?” a sad voice reaches me.
My head snaps to the side in the darkness to find Elijah sitting in the chair in the room’s corner. My eyes pull together in a frown as he leans back with his legs crossed over each other, his eyes narrowed at me as he glares.
“Do what?” I whisper back as I bow my body off the bed, trying to free my arm from the restraints. Burning hot pain circles around my wrist, making my body shake. It feels like everything is too tight, like I’m being pushed down into a bed made of quicksand with no way out.
“You let him mark you. Why?”
Twisting my body to the left and then the right, my eyes clamp shut, and a growl of frustration leaves my lips. “He cares for me, don’t make it something it isn’t, EJ,” I spit out, then scream. “Will you let me out?”
He sighs before I hear a rough sound of his clothes rustling together as he moves.
“He is coming, you know; he always does.”
Lifting my head, I look at the space Elijah was standing in to find he isn’t there anymore. I huff, then throw my head back into my soft pillow.
My legs shudder in the bed; I can feel the anxiety twisting in my belly. They say this is the kind of place that can help someone like me. If these doctors and nurses think that, then why do they insist on pinning us to a bed with only our thoughts to keep us company?
Elijah wants to know why I like Killian touching me the way he does. I’ve had years to wonder why I let them all treat me like this.
When you are only shown love one way, we grab hold of that hard and never let it go. Because what is going to come with hate? What words or touches am I going to endure? Then, to add salt to the wounds, the nice ones are the liars.
The nice don’t always stay nice. They trick you into believing that their words are love. Later, you find out that love burns as well.
Killian has the kind of touch that my body knows.
A loud scraping sound, like nails down a blackboard fills the room. I lift my head. Killian is standing in the doorway, his eyes traveling over my body before he grins.
“Dr. Miller?” Fear shakes my breath, making his name shudder out of my lips
“My psycho? Are you being naughty again?” Killian’s voice is low.
The word again pulls my brows together as I bite my lower lip. “I’ve been good, you had them fucking drug me,” I spit at him as my hands curl into fists.
He chuckles darkly, then moves slowly towards the end of the bed. Warmth touches just below my knee, then moves up, giving way to tingles as they erupt over my thigh. “You can fight this all you want, but if you keep trying to get out, it’s going to leave you here even longer,” he says.
I can’t concentrate on the words that he is saying; his fingers are now tracing circles on the top of my thigh, right where the stinging scars he has left me with.
“So keep it up, I never want you to leave me. You’re mine, Mac, all I ask,” he pauses just as heat scolds over my skin, the burning tracking upwards to then radiate over my flesh. “Is that you stay in this fucking room,” he shouts just as the heat digs harder into my flesh.
The world around me pans out, my eyes grow heavy just before everything shuts down, leaving me in the darkness I hate so much.