SEIZED Part 5: A Steamy New Adult Romantic Suspense Thriller (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) by JC Coulton Read Free Book Online

out beside it. At any moment, Neon’s guys could arrive and leave me floundering to put it all back. I barely got the mattress back in place last time, so I decide to put it all away again; everything except the journal. That’s staying with me.
    After restoring order to the room, I handcuff myself to the bed again and settle down to read…
     
    Day One
    Today I found this notebook and my heart sang for the first time in weeks. I didn’t used to be a thief, but I slipped it into my bag like a seasoned pro. Mind you, compared to everything else I’ve been doing, thieving doesn’t really matter does it? The truth is my life is a living hell. I’ve got to do what I can to stay alive. I believe finding this notebook might be a sign from the universe. Writing in here is going to help me survive; and one day, my words might even help another girl like me. I’m sure I won’t be the last to be trapped here.
    So here goes… This is an honest and unflinching account of the hell that my life has become. Mum, if you’re ever reading this, I’m deeply sorry I didn’t make it back home. Everything you wanted for me is gone. My life stopped, but it’s not your fault. It’s not mine either. This diary will tell the story of what happened to me, Sarah Shaw.
     
    Day two
    Even in the pits of this hellhole, there is hope. That’s what I have to hold on to. This is why I’m writing my story here. The losers do not usually write history; neither do victims like me. History is written by victors; by those who glamorize what really happened. But this time, it’s just me talking. And the truth is coming out. As raw as it might sound, I’m going to hold nothing back.
    If you find this diary, the first thing you should know is that you’re not alone. You’re not the first person they’ve taken, and you’re not the only one they’ve hurt. The second thing is it could well get worse for you than it was for me.
    My name is Sarah Shaw. I’m from London, England. I was visiting New York when I took a year off to travel before starting University. I was only supposed to be here for a week. Now my chances of University are up in smoke, and I don’t know how long I’ll be here, or if I’ll ever leave.
    I was out with friends when Neon’s men took me. There was nothing I could do. They drugged me. I couldn’t move. My body was paralyzed. Then they put me in this room. That’s when the hell began. Drugs and prostitution. Pain and degradation. That night was the end of my life as I knew it. It was the start of a spiritual war—the greatest battle I will ever fight.
     
    Day Three
    I’m sorry my entries are so short. I have limited time when I write. To continue writing, I need to ensure I’m not caught. Yesterday I heard them coming in to drug me again, and I had to stop. If they knew I was doing this, they’d kill me. I’m scared every day, but I will write what I can when I can. Forgive me; please don’t judge me as I am already judging myself for this horrible chain of events that put me here.
                  Thankfully, the night always comes fast. I work on the street from 6pm until 6am and it feels like I just get home when it’s time to go back to work. That means I don’t have to think. I just write and sleep. They have me working on a street corner. They say I’m not pretty enough for an establishment or to work as a call girl. They make me stand there, and then they take the money I earn from whoring. Every day they tell me I’m nothing, and then give me drugs. Sometimes I believe them, because there is nothing left of my life.
    Once, I tried to run. Neon’s boys caught me, and then they beat me. I guess she wanted to make sure I never tried again. It worked. The force of those fists was shocking. They made me bleed. I hate her and her men. She never does any of the dirty work herself. She just sets her thugs on us like dogs; and then she watches the carnage.
    I could write forever about the pain,