Excerpt #2 of Let Me Out

Adelaide looked into his cold calculating blue eyes as she had for almost two decades and still couldn’t bring herself to feel anything for the man positioned above her.

            A five o’clock shadow was beginning to show around his jaw line, the angles of his high cheekbones and lean bone structure shadowing the edges of his face.

The sedative was taking effect slowly, her body growing more immune to it the longer he injected her, but it was for her own good and those who knew her best. Her breathing slowed, her eyes blurring slightly.

You can never get rid of me, her monster reminded her, watching from over Christian’s shoulder. The delusion was growing foggy, but would never permanently leave. No matter how many dosages she was injected with or how many lines she cut into her skin, the monster lurked behind every thought. You know that they bred me into you, my love. We will always be together.

Adelaide closed her eyes, feeling Christian’s weight on her as a distraction.

Their nightly ritual was getting taxing and forcing her to burn through her sedatives faster, but he would not relent. Once a day injections were turning into two or three and it was taking a toll. Her mind felt fuzzy all the time and her body didn’t feel like her own.

They’re trying to control us, her own voice said, but it wasn’t her thought. You don’t want to be controlled, do you? Her monster didn’t wait for an answer. You know what you have to do. You know the day will come when you’ll have to kill him if you want to be free.

Adelaide squeezed her eyes shut, trying to clear her mind. She didn’t want to take more lives and she didn’t want to take more orders. Her monster was right. She knew that. Christian would see her dead before he let her go and that left her with only one choice: he would have to die.

It couldn’t be by her hand though. The monster was growing too strong, craving more blood and would soon take over if she kept up this pace. She’d killed two men tonight and the delusion in her head was becoming reality, pulling her own cravings out that she’d buried long ago.

Christian gripped her throat, cutting off her air. She loved the feeling, the physical pain of it, the burn, and her vision started to blur as the pressure loosened. He started to kiss her again, unwilling to stop to see if she was all right.

Adelaide never kissed back, not even when he’d kissed her in the compound all those years ago as a teen. She didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know what to do. He’d saved her life, but she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to repay him.

She watched as his shoulder length brown hair moved over her stomach and chest, but she couldn’t feel it. The drug had taken its full effect and Adelaide felt slow and loopy.

“There you go,” he whispered. “There you go.”

The words were supposed to be comforting.

Christian stroked the side of her face as he stared down at her. He was handsome. He’d been handsome when they met for the first time in that damned cell, but had grown into a contemporary god. His chiseled jaw line, bright blue eyes and rock hard body made most women melt in pleasure, but Adelaide knew she’d been the only one to taste.

She’d never felt selfish keeping his interests to herself. Christian had brought on his own disappointment for falling in love with a woman who could never have a normal relationship, a woman with violent and bloodthirsty cravings behind every thought.

He’ll be the reason for his own demise in the end, her delusion said, mirroring her own thoughts. Adelaide let Christian’s hands roam over her body and vowed that he would never have her completely as long as she was planning his death.