Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Gigi:

Then I grabbed the bag where Rocky kept his toys and scattered its contents around the room.

After that, I walked over to the wall and struck my head against it a few times.

I dragged myself across the floor, leaving scratches over my skin. I was already covered in bruises, but that wasn’t enough.

I needed fresh ones.

Once I was finished, I stood in front of the mirror and smiled at myself.

It was time to become a fresh victim again.

My smile widened as another thought came to me.

Jenna thought she could punish my brother and me. She thought she could punish him and then shame me in front of my own fiancé by accusing me of not helping her.

Well, guess what?

She would never be able to say anything about me now.

I mean, how could anyone speak badly about a victim who had just survived eighteen days of torture?

Pure torture.

Then I decided to leave the cabin.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t gone outside before. Rocky and I had done plenty of things out on the rough ground. There was something about being completely naked in the open air that gave me a rush.

We had done it in all kinds of places, against trees and near the edges of the mountains.

Sometimes he would fasten a belt around my neck like a leash, and I would crawl on all fours, pretending to be his dog.

Those had been good times.

But they were over now.

I couldn’t live like that forever. I had to go back and be the queen I was.

So I ran around outside for a while, just to make everything look more natural. By the time I stopped, I was sweaty and completely out of breath.

I went back inside, grabbed Rocky’s phone, locked myself in the bathroom, and dialed Diana’s number, the only number saved on the phone.

Then I waited.

I knew someone would answer.

To my surprise, they did.

No one spoke from the other end, and I immediately understood why. They probably thought Rocky, the blackmailer, was calling Diana.

That alone told me they were already investigating.

I’d made the right decision by creating all this mess before it was too late. Especially because whoever had answered wasn’t saying anything, and Diana obviously couldn’t have picked up the call herself.

I put on the most frightened voice I could manage.

"Help me," I whispered, biting my bottom lip.

A gasp came through the phone.

Then I heard a voice.

"Gigi?"

It was Ragnar.

"Ragnar? Is that you? Oh my God, please. Please come and help me. Please help me. Help me!"

I burst into tears and pretended a struggle had started, kicking against the wet bathroom floor.

"What is going on? Why are you there? Did he hurt you?" Ragnar demanded.

Before he could ask anything else, I started breathing heavily, pretending Rocky was trying to snatch the phone from my hands.

Then I ended the call.

Once it was done, I knew they would immediately try to trace the number.

I placed the phone on the bathroom floor, stepped outside, and went to Rocky’s bedroom, where he was still asleep.

They could arrive at any moment.

Judging by the way Ragnar had answered Diana’s phone, they were already following the lead.

And now they had Rocky’s number too.

They were probably already tracking him.

I went into the room where Rocky was lying down.

On the first day, when we decided we were going to live this kinky life full of desire, lust, and intimate moments, we made one promise to each other: neither of us would mind being woken up by the other’s touch or by intimate activity.

We had both agreed to it.

It was consensual.

So I climbed on top of him and reached for his pants.

He woke almost immediately, and what angered me was that even after everything we’d agreed to, he slapped my hand away.

"What are you doing? There’s a woman dead. Do you even realize that?" he shouted while I was still sitting on top of him.

I just stared at him, folding my arms across my chest.

"You’re such a loser," I muttered.

His eyes narrowed.

Then he shoved me off him.

I landed hard on my ass beside the bed, and a sharp, strange pain shot up my spine.

"Have you gone mad?" I yelled, scrambling to my feet and clutching my dress to keep myself covered.

"No. You’re the psycho one." Rocky glared at me. "Gigi, I’m done. I can’t keep playing these games with you. You’re not even that intriguing to me, honestly. If anything, you’re mid. If I had to rank you, you’d be below Jenna or anyone else I’ve ever been with."

I stared at him.

"I don’t understand what the Alpha King sees in you," he continued, "but stop twisting lies and truths."

It was as if Rocky had suddenly woken from a dream.

He didn’t sound anything like the man he’d been a few days ago.

One death, and suddenly Rocky had decided he could wash his hands of everything, as though none of it had happened because of him.

"You know what? You probably don’t realize that you just hurt my ego. And you have no idea what Gigi does when her ego is hurt, do you?" I told him.

Then I reached for the drawer and pulled out a dagger.

"What the fuck are you doing, Gigi? Put it down!" he shouted.

I shook my head.

"No. I’m leaving this place right now, and I’m going to tell everyone you abducted me."

The moment I said it, realization flickered across his face.

"No, you won’t."

He lunged at me, trying to grab the dagger.

But that was exactly what I wanted him to do.

He wanted to keep me there. He wanted to silence me.

"Get off me!" I screamed, kicking him in the stomach while still clutching the dagger.

I rushed for the door, but he grabbed my hair and yanked me backward.