Wolf Spell 1 by M.R. Polish Read Free Book Online

mouth and an arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me from the door. “Surprised Esmerelda?” I could feel his whisper on my cheek. “Nicholas has waited a long time for you.”
    His hot breath was like acid on my skin, burning me. He pulled open the door and pushed me out of the restroom with his hand still clamped around my mouth. My arm hurt as he twisted it around to my back and held it firmly in place, guiding me through the congestion of travelers and their luggage. Not one person noticed we were there. It was like the same thing that happened at my mom’s funeral, when Joe and the other gorilla carted me off.
    He forced me down a long grey hallway, where the natural sun light didn’t quite reach, despite the skylights near the entrance. It was void of any other people, just him and me. I could hear the faint wheeze with his intake of breath, which was good. It meant he had a weakness, and he’d reached his limit. Maybe I could still escape.
    He pushed me over to a metal door that looked heavy enough to be bullet proof. I didn’t want to know what was on the other side of it. I jerked, trying to free my arm, but cried out against his hand as he twisted it more and sent sharp pains up through my shoulder. I was so done with people kidnapping me, after this I planned to take self–defense classes with Ailaina at the gym.
    His grip tightened. “I have to get Nicholas, you’re gonna stay right here. Open the door.”
    I shook my head. I wasn’t going in the room without a fight. I shrieked as he wrenched his grip around my arm again, shooting sharp flashes of pain that ripped through my shoulder and up across my collarbone. I lifted my foot and slammed it hard on his toes, using my free arm to elbow him. He let go long enough for me to break free of his grip.
    I ran, but wasn’t fast enough. He slammed into my body, grabbed me around my waist then gripped my wrist, pulling it behind my back. He spun me around toward the door. “I said open the door,” he said though clenched teeth.
    Tears welled in my eyes from the throbbing ache. I refused to cry as I used my free hand to press down on the handle, opening the door a crack. This was it, the end of my life, and I was the one who opened the door. He used his foot to kick it open the rest of the way then without warning, he shoved me into the room causing me to lose balance and fall. The door slammed shut, and my heart quickened as the loud echo vibrated in my skull.
    I jumped up and looked around for any other way to escape. The vent for the air conditioning was small and grated, with what looked like a welded edge. A folding table and the metal chair were the only things that sat in the middle of the room. The walls were grey, but void of any hangings. The whole room couldn’t have been bigger than what I imagined a jail cell to be.
    I walked over to the folding chair. I lowered myself onto it, feeling more numb than before. I pulled my legs up to my chest and rested my head on my knees. My eyes burned with fresh tears, but I blinked them back, trying not to cry. I needed to prepare myself for the torture I would have to endure. Maybe if I was lucky, Nicolas would kill me.
    I was eighteen, had my own apartment, and started a life of my own. Why was this happening now?
    Tears slipped down my face as I thought of how Jarak betrayed me. He had to have known that guy was in the bathroom waiting for me. I slammed my hand down on the desk, then wiped off all the tears and sucked in a deep breath. I was scared. All I wanted was my dad. It seemed like forever since I last saw him.
    I sniffled. Muffled voices from the next room hummed in the air.They were men’s voices—they were too deep to be a woman's . I strained to hear what they were saying. I got excited thinking that if I could hear them, then they should be able to hear me.
    “Help! Please, somebody help me!” I swallowed the lump in my throat. Oh, please let someone hear me.
    Crash! I jumped up from my