Romance: My Bear Boss: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Ashley Hunter Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Ashley Hunter
her own screams, and the last second worry that he was going to change his mind and actually kill her.
Instead, he looked over his shoulder, an icy gleam in his eyes. “Try to get comfortable, Ingrid. Because you’re not leaving this place.”
And when the door slid shut, Ingrid was shouting and cursing violently at his back before she broke down on the bed and sobbed herself to exhaustion.
Chapter 7
The following morning, Ingrid found herself waking to the smell of breakfast and the sound of the door sliding open and closed.
Jolting awake, the young woman was startled to see another woman standing in front of the door, staring at her vacantly and holding to a tray of food.
Pushing herself up to see her, Ingrid noticed that she was dressed like a maid would. Dark clothes, a neat apron, and golden hair pulled back into a professional bun suited the woman, and she looked young.
She looked near to Ingrid’s age, probably younger.
“H-hey,” Ingrid greeted with a whisper, more than happy to see someone different, maybe someone who could help her.
The young blonde watched her without sign of expression, and with a demure nod, proceeded in towards the nightstand. Ingrid watched her step close with high anticipation.
“Are you—are you helping me? Do you know where I am?”
The young woman said nothing, merely settled the tray over the surface of the nightstand before backing off. Ingrid made to grab her but her wrists tugged harshly against her restraints.
“Hold on, you’ve got to help me out! Is he keeping you trapped here too? Maybe we can help each other!”
The maid said nothing but began to walk off even as Ingrid tried to get her attention.
The maid proceeded to take care of the affairs of the room, casually ignoring every call Ingrid made as she pushed the curtains of the bed to their respective places and even opening the nearby window. Sunlight streamed better into the room and the smell of trees and flowers filtered into the air.
Still, Ingrid tried to get the girl’s attention.
“Do you have a name? Anything? My name’s Ingrid. Listen, I can help you. In my town I work with people—good people who can help you find a way out of here.”
Nothing from the girl, and she felt desperation kick in when she saw the girl open a door that Ingrid hadn’t noticed before in the room.
It slid open to reveal a closet and after a moment, the girl pulled out a single outfit that consisted of a pale blouse and slacks of a dark emerald shade.
She set it down on the bed and with a final nod, the girl walked off toward the door.
“Wait!” Ingrid called after her but the door slid back shut without a word from her newest guest. Ingrid stared after her, baffled. Her nerves, already frayed enough as they were, made her itch to get up and launch out of the window.
Turning her attention toward the tray of food, Ingrid looked over the meal. Eggs, bacon, a slice of toast, and a bowl of fruit. It was artfully placed together and a glass of water completed the set.
Ingrid reached for that first before she spied the fork and knife. Already her mind began to hatch up a plan and after downing the glass of cool water—it was delicious and fresh—she nabbed the knife and began to shove the tip into the keyhole.
After several minutes of struggling in vain, Ingrid felt her stomach give a nasty growl.
The food looked and smelled delicious and while the water had only sated her for a moment, she needed more. She didn’t want to accept this food, however, and after some internal arguing, decided it was in her best interest any way to just eat the food.
Consider it a final moment of defiance. Not only did you escape, but you ate the food out of spite! Yeah that made sense.
Unable to hold back, Ingrid begrudgingly grabbed hold of a slice of toast and bit into it. The flavor of rich grains and silky butter exploded over her taste buds and made Ingrid let out a small moan of surprise.
It was unlike any of the
Instead, he looked over his shoulder, an icy gleam in his eyes. “Try to get comfortable, Ingrid. Because you’re not leaving this place.”
And when the door slid shut, Ingrid was shouting and cursing violently at his back before she broke down on the bed and sobbed herself to exhaustion.
Chapter 7
The following morning, Ingrid found herself waking to the smell of breakfast and the sound of the door sliding open and closed.
Jolting awake, the young woman was startled to see another woman standing in front of the door, staring at her vacantly and holding to a tray of food.
Pushing herself up to see her, Ingrid noticed that she was dressed like a maid would. Dark clothes, a neat apron, and golden hair pulled back into a professional bun suited the woman, and she looked young.
She looked near to Ingrid’s age, probably younger.
“H-hey,” Ingrid greeted with a whisper, more than happy to see someone different, maybe someone who could help her.
The young blonde watched her without sign of expression, and with a demure nod, proceeded in towards the nightstand. Ingrid watched her step close with high anticipation.
“Are you—are you helping me? Do you know where I am?”
The young woman said nothing, merely settled the tray over the surface of the nightstand before backing off. Ingrid made to grab her but her wrists tugged harshly against her restraints.
“Hold on, you’ve got to help me out! Is he keeping you trapped here too? Maybe we can help each other!”
The maid said nothing but began to walk off even as Ingrid tried to get her attention.
The maid proceeded to take care of the affairs of the room, casually ignoring every call Ingrid made as she pushed the curtains of the bed to their respective places and even opening the nearby window. Sunlight streamed better into the room and the smell of trees and flowers filtered into the air.
Still, Ingrid tried to get the girl’s attention.
“Do you have a name? Anything? My name’s Ingrid. Listen, I can help you. In my town I work with people—good people who can help you find a way out of here.”
Nothing from the girl, and she felt desperation kick in when she saw the girl open a door that Ingrid hadn’t noticed before in the room.
It slid open to reveal a closet and after a moment, the girl pulled out a single outfit that consisted of a pale blouse and slacks of a dark emerald shade.
She set it down on the bed and with a final nod, the girl walked off toward the door.
“Wait!” Ingrid called after her but the door slid back shut without a word from her newest guest. Ingrid stared after her, baffled. Her nerves, already frayed enough as they were, made her itch to get up and launch out of the window.
Turning her attention toward the tray of food, Ingrid looked over the meal. Eggs, bacon, a slice of toast, and a bowl of fruit. It was artfully placed together and a glass of water completed the set.
Ingrid reached for that first before she spied the fork and knife. Already her mind began to hatch up a plan and after downing the glass of cool water—it was delicious and fresh—she nabbed the knife and began to shove the tip into the keyhole.
After several minutes of struggling in vain, Ingrid felt her stomach give a nasty growl.
The food looked and smelled delicious and while the water had only sated her for a moment, she needed more. She didn’t want to accept this food, however, and after some internal arguing, decided it was in her best interest any way to just eat the food.
Consider it a final moment of defiance. Not only did you escape, but you ate the food out of spite! Yeah that made sense.
Unable to hold back, Ingrid begrudgingly grabbed hold of a slice of toast and bit into it. The flavor of rich grains and silky butter exploded over her taste buds and made Ingrid let out a small moan of surprise.
It was unlike any of the
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