“I will never be trapped here!” I seethed.
“Oh?” he asked, and then he turned to my car, putting his big shoulders against the frame. Then he shoved, and I gasped as the car began to move, picking up speed, then faster now, as Gabriel pushed it to the precipice looking over the dense, heavy pond.
Then it tipped over the edge.
My frozen feet suddenly moved, and I darted over to watch the car shoot down the steep embankment and plunge headfirst into the cool, oozing waters.
My boots slipped on the slick, early-morning grass, and Gabriel grabbed me by the back of the hoodie.
CHAPTER 6
It was like my horrified eyes couldn’t comprehend what was happening as the car sunk slowly underneath the fetid waters.
It sunk without a trace, like it had never been there in the first place.
How deep was that lake?
Like everything else in Ashgrove Manor, it was deceptively dangerous.
I stumbled forward and Gabriel grabbed me, plucking my purse from my shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
He rifled through the rest of my purse, smirking as he saw my little handbook of common psychiatric diagnoses, then frowning as he saw the pack of my birth control pills.
Dropping the purse, he suddenly tore open the pill pack, crumbling them between his fingers.
“What are you doing?”
“Your body is under my control now. I’ll decide when you get pregnant and when you don’t.”
My skin ran cold.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That means maybe I want to trap you here in every way I can.”
He held up one remaining pill, his dark eyes glittering at me.
“Give it to me!” I cried, and he crushed it between his fingers, smirking.
“You cannot seriously want me to get pregnant?” I shriek-hissed. “You’re 22 years old! I’m 38!”
He gripped me by the chin, the remnants of pills falling between his fingers.
“I want total control over your body. Every inch of it. If I want you pregnant, you’re going to be pregnant.”
“You know nothing about me!”
“I know you want to study psychopaths. You can study my cock on the back of your throat.”
Even though I had always prided myself on my scholarly calm and detachment, my belief that every psychopath could learn to develop empathy, it all fled from me as I reached up to slap his face.
He caught my hand easily and rapped my grabbing knuckles with his, grinning as I grimaced.
“Too slow. That’s naughty, doctor.”
Just then I heard a noise, and recognized the voices of Lucian and Hemsworth coming down the front steps.
