You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

RALI

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The fork froze halfway to my mouth. I nearly choked on the salad I’d been forcing down my throat. A violent cough seized me, and I bent forward, hand to my chest, struggling to steady my breath.

I snapped my head toward him, my eyes wide in disbelief like he wasn’t human. Only a monster could say something like that with such detachment; like my virginity was a contract and he was just waiting for the ink to dry.

He really thought I remained a virgin all these years so someone like him–a demon in human skin–would come claim it?

Oh, I’d rather fall down a cliff.

“And you have to pick a date within the next seven days,” he added casually.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was faster and stronger in every way, I’d have lunged at him with my fork and aimed straight for his eye.

“Answer, Rali.”

“Maybe when I’m dead,” I muttered coldly, stabbing my fork into my plate like it was his heart.

A beat of silence. Then a quiet “Very well.”

The next thing that followed was my scream as his hand clamped around my throat, the chair toppling back as he shoved me with terrifying force. My body hit the floor and the chair tangled around my legs.

His weight pressed down a second later, pinning me. His other hand slid behind my head, grounding me harder against the floor. Air slipped from my lungs like sand through fingers.

“No…!” I gasped, but it came out as a rasp, barely audible.

“You really want to die before I have you, Rali?” His voice hovered just above. “You think I won’t do it if that is what it takes?”

My nails dug into his arms, scratching at his skin, but it was like trying to cut through stone. I wasn’t even sure he noticed.

Then, as if things weren’t terrifying enough, his fingers pinched the bridge of my nose, cutting off every single thread of

oxygen.

I thrashed beneath him, panicking. My mouth opened wide in a desperate attempt to breathe, but his strong hand around my throat restricted me.

He was serious. He was going to kill me.

Please! I cried in my mind, wishing I could get the word out. I wished I could tell him how sorry I was.

Yet, as I struggled, the monster simply stared down at me. He was watching me fall apart and somehow, he looked satisfied.

“Do you get it now?” He taunted. “Do you now understand how far I’m willing to go to make you mine?”

I wanted to nod–anything to make him release me–but he wouldn’t even give me a chance,

Just when I thought I was already slipping into my demise, he released me.

For what felt like an eternity, I remained on the floor, wheezing and greedily sucking in air, my hand clutching at my sore

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throat while the other braced against the chair.

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The fact that I was still alive almost didn’t feel real. For a moment there, I thought the devil had truly choked me out of existence.

When I finally mustered the strength to rise, I dragged myself upright. My rage burned brighter than any pain, and I glared at him like I wanted my eyes to set him on fire.

He was lounging against the edge of the table, arms folded across his chest with his cold grey eyes training on me with a maddening calmness.

“Have you picked a date now?”

I didn’t need a mirror to know what I looked like. My face was probably red with fury, my eyes puffy, my lip trembling not from fear but from pure undiluted rage.

My hands balled into fists as I kept a safe distance between us. But I knew that wasn’t going to stop him if he wanted to get

1. me.

“I’m not gonna ask again.”

“Fifteenth,” I lashed out with toxic disdain.

It was the seventh day of his ridiculous deadline. But I’d rather give myself to an eighty–five–year–old toothless hermit than the psychopath standing across from me

A dark smirk curled at the corners of his lips.

“Noted.” He pulled back my seat. “Come sit. The food is getting cold.”

I walked back to the chair like I was being marched to my own trial and sat down stiffly. He did the same, returning to his seat with that annoying calm he carried like a badge.

We ate in silence—well, he ate. I barely moved my fork. The food might have been seasoned like heaven, but it felt like gravel in my throat. It was a miracle that I hadn’t thrown up on his floor yet.

After a while, I finally gathered the courage to ask what had been burning inside me. “When will you let me go? I have a job. Things I need to get back to.”

If the son of a bitch decided to keep me hostage, my life would surely be fucked. The only way I could defeat him was if I was out of here.

“You don’t have to worry, Rali. I am considerate when it comes to you.” He tapped his fork on the edge of his plate. “I’ll be letting you go for today, but we’ll be seeing each other often. I hear most couples do this whole…what do they call it? Long- distance thing. So, we should be able to cope. But,” he took a calm sip from his glass of juice before continuing. “It’s only going to be for a while. Soon, we’ll live together.”

The stupid food I’d managed to force down my throat threatened to come back up. This psycho really thought we had a future together? God, I wanted to laugh in his dumb face.

His phone buzzed with a ding. He glanced at the screen and for the first time since the day started, his expression changed. Whatever it was, it bothered him. And though I had no idea what the message said, I silently thanked the universe for pissing him off.

He didn’t respond to it. Instead, he placed the phone face–down on the table and continued eating with a bit more urgency, like whatever he read had shifted his mood.

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After a while, he stood up. “Time to go.”

Relief surged through me like a dam had broken. Good God.

I hastily stood up. “M–My bag, my clothes. I’ll be needing my-”

“Your bag is in the car and you’ll be heading back in this.”

My eyes rounded. I looked down at myself, damn sure I was wearing a nightdress.

“I can’t go home like this!”

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“Why not? The only person you need to impress is me/Rali. Now, move.” His voice was taut–agitated, like something had genuinely soured his mood. But he was insane!

He started toward the door and I paused, quickly looking around the table. I could easily grab a knife without him noticing.

But his earlier threat replayed in my head, coupled with the torture he’d inflicted on me just last night.

Maybe there was no need for this. Besides, I was already heading home.

Once outside, the house looked even grander than it had from the inside. I counted four cars parked in the driveway, including a white Porsche 911 Carrera which we approached.

We got into the car where I kept my arms wrapped around myself. I noticed him grab a black cloth from the backseat.

His intent didn’t dawn on me soon enough until the cloth was going over my eyes.

What the…

“Hey!”

“Stay still,” he growled in my ear when I tried to take it off.

Hold on; did he plan on blindfolding me the whole ride? How the hell will I be able to give his address to the police?

I seethed while he fastened the cloth behind my head.

“Don’t worry, Green. It’s only temporary.” He started the car.

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