Through the Gold

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-4270-5

Page :92

Word Count :28094

Publication Date :2024-12-27

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Available Formats : Through the Gold (epub) , Through the Gold (mobi) , Through the Gold (pdf) , Through the Gold (prc)

Category : Fantasy Romance , Romantic Suspense and Mystery , Paranormal Romance , Romance

Product Code: 978-1-4874-4270-5

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They're otherworldly beautiful, but where am I?

The last thing I remember is going to buy snacks for my road trip with Mitch. I don't know what happened after that, but I'm awake in a strange room. I think I'm in a hospital room, but something isn't right. I learn I'm now a prisoner, and these weirdly beautiful people can control my body.

I was pregnant when I left my home, and I'm learning, as a prisoner, that's no longer the case. They've taken everything from me, and now they plan to auction me off to the highest bidder.

Before I even opened my eyes, I knew that I wasn’t home. The air smelled too sterile—disinfectant, the scent of hospital-starched sheets, and some harsh lemon chemical. The unpleasant aroma clogged my throat and burned my eyes. Groaning, I tried to lift my hand to cover my nose, but my reach came short. Way too short.

With my tired eyes flying open, I squinted through my blurry vision, seeing that my hands were bound to the surface I lay on by thick, black restraints. Dreaming. I must be dreaming, I thought, but the chill in the air felt all too real.

I scanned my hand for the gold band on my finger—the symbol of Mitch’s love and my anchor to reality.

Gone. My ring was gone.

I wiggled my feet with mounting horror, realizing that my ankles were bound, as well. I gave a sharp yelp, arched my back, and my eyes rolled in a desperate search for my unseen captor. The harsh light twinkled near my right foot, and I peered with confusion at the snug silver band around my ankle, resembling a bangle. My neck strained as I turned my head. I tugged at my restraints with all my might, which wasn’t much in my weakened, groggy state, and I sobbed when I felt no give.

I wore the universal hospital gown, with my ass bare by the feel of it.

Horror movies started like this, and if I’d been a betting kind of girl, I’d have wagered that the grey, lifted, rectangle-shaped thing near my bed was covered in clean, sparkly, sharp objects on a flimsy paper mat, placed in order from the dullest to the most wickedly sharp. Some would be perfect for cutting small slivers of flesh as thin as tissue paper from the screaming patient. Others would be jagged and crafted for sawing through bone.

I sucked in air, whimpering, adrenaline clearing the last of the blur from my vision and causing a cold sweat to break on my brow. My head swam sickeningly as I lifted my upper body as much as my restraints would allow, noting the black bands on my abdomen and chest. Only my head was mobile. I tried in vain to fight the visions of my impending torture. My mind was painting a vivid picture of a masked man slicing one of my ears from my skull with surgical precision. My blood-soaked hair whipped wildly as I screamed and begged for mercy, bargaining and throwing prayers to any deity that could help a girl out.

My imagination was an asshole.

My heart rate spiked, thumping hard against my chest, and I sucked in air greedily and rapidly, feeling dizzy. My body quaked as I held in a wail of the purest of horror, not wanting to alert my captor that I was conscious. My shaking hands straining towards my belly. Towards my secret.

A hospital.

Maybe I was only in a hospital.

The possibility was like a valium to my soul.

A faint stinging sensation caught my attention, and I looked down, noting the—by the feel of it—rather large needle just below the crook of my elbow. My eyes trailed the tube attached that led to what I gathered had to be the IV pole, which beeped softly and slowly. The screen above glowed, and though I couldn’t make out the digital readings, I assumed all was well. Those contraptions made a shrill fuss when someone was kicking the bucket, and though my heart felt like it would burst from my chest like a face-hugging alien, it was apparently still doing its job.

I was conscious and in one piece.

I bit my lip and wiggled my hips as much as I could manage, feeling comforted that I felt no wetness between my thighs, no padding. If I’d miscarried, I’d bleed, right? I’d ache. I was painfully new to the idea that a little person had taken up shop in my womb, but I knew enough to know that there would be some discomfort if I’d lost the mysterious little person that had attached itself to my innards.

There was no pain.

Just a persistent ringing in my ears and a chill spreading along my scalp. Blind terror merged with suicidal curiosity as I stared at the door.

Maybe we would be okay.

Maybe.

Mitch would be here soon and…

I tried to recall how I’d gotten here. Had I been in a car accident? A fall, perhaps? I shut my eyes, straining my brain to glean any recollection of how I’d gotten here.

I’d gone to pick up some junk food for the trip. I remembered the parking lot, the candy aisle, and walking to my car, plastic bags rustling against my side, and then…

Nothing.

I opened my eyes, sighing in frustration. I’d hit a brick wall. What the hell had happened to me? Blinking, I scanned my surroundings again, this time lingering on the details. Yes, this appeared to be a hospital room, but a very upscale hospital room. The door to the far right of the room gleamed a lacquered red, and the dark hardwood floors shined, reflecting the small, intricate chandelier above. A chest of drawers, though a boring grey, were clearly not cheap. The handles of the furniture curved elegantly, catching the harsh light and sparkling as if from within.

Crystal?

An equally boring shade of gray belonged to the chair nearby in the far-right corner, and I strained my neck, inspecting the bear-claw legs and the thick material, the plushness of the backing and seat. A small, gray leather pillow sat propped perfectly against its generously cushioned back. I’d guarantee the small throw alone would have been worth a large chunk of my paycheck.

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