You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

RALI

Something wasn’t right.

I felt cleaner, Warmer. Safer.

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My brows pinched in confusion as my lashes parted slowly. Light–soft and filtered–greeted my vision, and when my gaze clashed with the unfamiliar ceiling, I knew it. Something was very wrong.

I lay still for a moment, letting the details trickle in. I was on a cozy bed, a warm thick duvet half–hugging my body. Pillows that didn’t smell like mold and blood. This was nothing like the dark horror room..

For a moment, I was almost filled with relief, thinking I was home and none of last night had happened. But this couldn’t be my home.

I confirmed it as I sat up and took note of my surroundings.

My room wasn’t this large. Where my room was filled with bright colors, organized clutter, a standing mirror surrounded by old polaroids, and a dresser overloaded with half–used skincare products, this room looked like it had been lifted straight out of some billionaire’s noir fantasy.

The furniture was minimal but intentional. The walls were dark grey, almost steel–like, interrupted only by floor–to–ceiling blackout curtains and framed arts that looked expensive. A matte black lamp sat on a side table, shaped like a serpent curling around a glass orb. Even the bedding was black–stitched.

The entire room had a kind of luxury that didn’t beg to be noticed. It simply was.

I screamed in my head when I fully recalled the events of last night and the reason I passed out.

Oh, God. Where was I?

I

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off the bed and paused when I realized my leg didn’t hurt like it did. Glancing down at it, I was surprised to find that it had been treated and bandaged. I was also wearing a nightdress–not mine–but soft, cotton, and in my exact size. My hair had been brushed. It fell around my shoulders in neat waves.

For a moment, I paused and tried to think if last night was different from what I thought.

However, the throbbing pain in my ass reminded me that the horrors of last night had indeed, happened.

But where was I? There was no way the psycho could be responsible for this, right? Hell, no. There was no way he could even have a place like this.

Was it possible the police had interfered, gotten him arrested, then brought me here?

No, it didn’t make sense.

I forced myself to stand, wobbling slightly before I caught my balance. I began scanning the room, checking for clues, phones or anything that could be of help. But there was nothing.

Gathering enough courage, I opened the door–I was a little surprised when it opened–and stepped out of the room.

I was greeted by a hallway that made my breath catch in my throat.

Holy. Shit.

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Similar to the theme of the room, the walls were charcoal black with a smooth matte finish, while the floor was polished black marble, so reflective it shimmered and caught glimpses of my movement as I stepped out.

This place wasn’t just rich. It was designed.

My steps faltered a little, contemplating what to do. What if this belonged to ‘him‘ and I was putting myself in danger by coming out?

Clinging to the wall like it might swallow me into safety, I moved, one slow, soundless step at a time. Then I reached the staircase and froze.

The view below knocked the breath right out of me.

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The living room wasn’t just stunning; it was intimidating. Looked like it had been designed by a man with dangerous tastes.

I pushed all that from my mind and focused on the door. Maybe if I could get to it, I could run out and call for help.

So far, I hadn’t seen him or anyone, but I wasn’t going to wait around to see who would show up.

Holding the railings, I hurried down the stairs but came to a startled halt when I saw him.

The devil himself.

The sight of him sucked all the oxygen from my lungs, and it was all I could do to remain on steady feet. But I did yelp and took a staggering step back.

He stood there, wearing a black apron–a fucking apron–over a dark top and matching pants, calmly arranging the table like a man who didn’t have blood on his hands. But what truly twisted my insides was the food. The entire table was laid out with dishes. My favorite dishes. Every single one. Even the drinks.

I stared, numb, confused, disoriented.

He had a frown on his face that made it look like the task in front of him offended his entire existence.

But… the one thing that struck me the most was the sight of him in an actual apron.

It looked so so strange. So out of character. Was it possible I’d been rescued by his twin brother, somehow?

If I was meeting him for the first time, I might’ve thought he was a harmless guy who loved to cook. The brow piercing, faint scar, and cold eyes could’ve passed for someone who’d just lived a rough life, not destroyed others.

But that wasn’t the case. I remembered everything he did to me, and this very guy was born and bred by the devil.

He looked up. The harsh lines of his face softened slightly when his eyes landed on me.

“You’re awake,” he said, voice deep and annoyingly smooth. He dropped the last piece of lettuce on the salad like it mattered.

I darted my eyes around, checking for the sign of anyone. But it was just the both of us.

I didn’t think. I headed straight for the door, grabbed and twisted the knob and gasped when I found it locked.

God damnit,

I shook it, banged it, cursed at it like it might magically cave in and free me. But nothing happened.

Chest heaving, I turned back, pressing my spine to the door. I found him still casually setting the table, seeming unbothered

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by my unsuccessful attempt.

When he spoke again, it was casual. But the edge beneath it was sharp enough to slit skin.

“Table is set. Get back here and sit, Rali.”

“Let me out of here,” I demanded.

He didn’t bother to look at me as he took off the apron at a relaxed pace, tossing it aside.

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Without his leather jacket, I could see the tattoos on his left hand. He’s, of course, gotten more since the last one he got when he was a kid.

That tattoo should’ve been daddy’s clue not to bring him in.

He took his seat at the head of the table, picked up his cutleries and started eating. It was more like he was tasting the food.

What was wrong with him? How could he sit there, calmly cutting into steak like this wasn’t a hostage situation?

Then he looked up and his gaze caught mine. It was darker, heavier and warned me with the silent promise that disobedience would cost me more than a bruised thigh.

“I spent hours trying to fix this, Rali. So, you better get your ass over here because you won’t like what happens if I make you.”

The lazy calm of his tone made it worse. Like he wasn’t even trying to sound threatening–he was the threat.

God, the son of a bitch! I’d rather swallow needles than eat with the devil.

Spotting the table knife, I had an idea that made me finally move towards him.

He kept his eyes on me the whole time, like he was studying me.

Memories from the previous night clung to my head, making me want to claw out his eyes. I had pleaded with this asshole, yet he violated me like my consent meant nothing.

And thinking of what he did to Adam…

“If you touch that knife, the only skin it’ll be cutting through is yours,” he warned.

I’d gotten to the table but hadn’t even touched the knife, yet it seemed like he could read me.

Tears glistened in my eyes as I glared hard at him.

“I told you to let me go. I don’t want to be here. Open the damn door.”

“Really, now?” He sighed, touching the ring on his eyebrow like someone disturbed. “And when has your opinion towards us ever mattered?”

My brows furrowed in pure disbelief. “Well, it should! Any normal human would know when to back off when the other says No!”

He nodded like he’d just gotten a new knowledge. “A normal human. That should explain it.”

I huffed, shaking my head. What was wrong with him?

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He tapped on the spot beside him. “Come sit here.”

“No.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever said a single word with so much venom in my life before.

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