Chapter 7

Vanessa

My eyes flutter open, and I see my captor's face peering back at me. I'm still wearing my pajamas from yesterday when he snatched me from my bed. I breathe a sigh of relief. That means he didn't drug and violate me last night.

When I signed that contract last night, it was implied several times that he can just take what he wants, so I was afraid he would act on that last night.

He appears to be deeply asleep, warm air blowing against my face with his every soft exhale.

This is my chance to escape.

I wonder if there's a way I can get out of here without him waking. From what I saw, he only has a few bodyguards. I just have to find Alicia in this huge ass house, and we can escape.

I know if I make any noise, I'm fucked, so I carefully roll over onto my other side, my heart pounding like a drum. The movement causes the bed to dip, and I freeze, silently praying it hasn't woken him up as I peer over my shoulder.

Good, he's still asleep.

I attempt to move again,