Chapter 122

Ava POV

Carter had me moved, and I appeared to be in some basement. I had been asleep for a few hours or maybe days I was unsure when I heard the door open. The man I hadn’t recognized in my dazed state came down the stairs. His scent was familiar, and I couldn’t figure out why at first. He had a blue cap on his head and a handkerchief tied around his face like last time. Yet with my sense of smell and taste returning, my eyes widened when I recognized the scent. A scent I smelled around Amber. Micah! He walked over to me, where I sat in the corner, my wrist handcuffed to a drainpipe. He produces a needle, stabbing it into my thith, and I yank on my restraints and snarl at him when he turns and simply walks back toward the stairs.

My eyes began to blur, yet I fought to keep them open. ” Micah!” I tried to call, but my voice was barely a murmur, yet it was enough to make him freeze on the bottom step, and his entire body tensed as he gripped the handrail. He turned slowly, and his eyes roamed over me, and I knew without a doubt it was him. Something shriveled inside me and died as it dawned on me that he raped the mother of his child.

“When they kill you, I hope it’s slow,” I growl at him.

He growls and stalks toward me, “They will never know, and you won’t be alive to tell them,” he sneers, gripping the back of my hair. I glare at him.

“No woman forgets the face of the man that fathered her child, just like they never forget the face of their rapist,” I sneer at him, and he shoves me back. My head bangs on the pipe, and he rips his hat off, clutches his hair, and screams in frustration. “F**k!” he curses, kicking a wooden chair.

“I had no f*ucking choice. Do you think I could just stand there and watch? They would have f*ucking killedd me!”