Chapter 133

(Annabell POV)

As the tears stream down my bloodied face, I try to picture happy thoughts, Dean’s beautiful face; memories that make me smile, just to keep me slightly sane.

Fidgeting slightly on the cold, hard, wooden floor, I flinch in pain as the harsh rope chaffs against my wrists; my arms are above my head, tied to something up on the wall. I am restrained, helpless, dizzy with blood loss, and cold. The pain has been numbed by the exhaustion soaking through my limbs.

I try so hard to keep quiet, as to not antagonise Ricky any further; I don’t think my body could handle more pain. I would give in, give up. I know I would.

Looking up around me, I see small windows loitered along the flimsy wall of… is this a boat? Am I in a fucking boat? Seriously Ricky!?

“You sit there and wait little one, I have to go meet lover boy. I want my money.”

I shiver in fear at his voice, the sneering anger lacing every syllable.

“Not like you could go any