Chapter 8

Vanessa

I feel his powerful presence behind me, and I clutch Mom's urn harder as if it could shield me from him. He yanks my hair back, forcing me against his chest. His hand snakes around my neck, his warm breath hot against my skin. "I'm disappointed you weren't in my bed when I awoke. I hope you weren't trying to escape from me, Mama."

His voice is calm and low, as if he's just waiting for me to confess my sins so he can revel in my punishment.

But I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

"I'm sure she knows better than that, Diego. She probably just wanted something to eat," the green eyed man assures him with a smirk.

So our captor's name is Diego. That information will be useful for the police report I'll be filing as soon as I get the hell out of here.

"Is that true?" Diego asks, his grip on my neck tightening just enough to assert dominance. "Do you usually bring an urn with you to breakfast?"

My body betrays me, trembling with fear and an inexplicable heat that po