But without food, how long was I going to last?
I stopped pacing and peered around my room. Maybe I was missing something. It might be an elaborate escape room and I had to figure my way out of it using the most common objects.
The bed was the centerpiece of the entire room. I dropped to my hands and knees and checked under it. The entire frame stuck out from the wall. There were no legs or struts to keep it in place.
And no escape hatches or air vents underneath it either.
The dining table stuck out like a rasping tongue too. Surely it would break if I put enough weight on it? I hopped on it. It didn’t wobble and felt very sturdy.
Beyond it was a slight recess in the wall, about the size of a microwave. I stuck my hands in it and touched each of the sides. Nothing happened. Then I stuck my head in it and checked to make sure I hadn’t missed anything.
I hadn’t.
There were no hard edges or corners for me to grip or yank.
Then there were the other furnishings. A simple desk with two drawers in the front like buck teeth. I opened them. Something rattled in one of them.
Aha!
I scooped up the contents. It was a thin pad of notepaper and a red pen. I flicked through the notepad, hoping to find a clue to the next hint. There wasn’t a single mark on the paper. When I checked the pen, there was nothing unique about it. At least I could write or draw something.
But I wasn’t much in the mood for art.
“Is anybody there?” I said. “If you can hear me, just make a noise. Let me know you’re there. I don’t want to be alone in here. I don’t want to be here at all.”
If someone was there, they didn’t say a word.
I was trapped.
And I was alone.
Time passed slowly in that room. With no distractions, you felt the weight of every single second that passed. I managed to take a couple of short naps during the day but never for long.
Was this it? I wondered. Was this going to be my life until I starved to death? Living alone in this room with nothing to keep me entertained?
I rubbed the silk material of the negligee I wore between my fingers. At least I would be a sexy corpse.
Things would get better, I told myself. They had to. I couldn’t live forever in this little room. Alone.
I drifted to sleep again and dreamed fitfully. Nightmares took shape and haunted me.
And they weren’t only confined to my dreams.
I was about to meet them face to face.
I suffered from a recurring nightmare. I fell into a bottomless pit without end. I was starving hungry. As I sailed ever downward, food floated past me. I was always too slow to snatch it.
My stomach growled and it started me awake. I pressed a hand to my stomach. I needed food soon. I was very hungry.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
It was the middle of the night. The only way I could know that was because the lights had automatically dimmed. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but they must have gradually risen and fallen throughout the day.
So this was it. I was going to starve to death and that would be the end of me. No one would know I was here. No one would know I was dead. I would die here and I would rot. Then maybe those who put me in here would come for me.
And that’s when I had my plan.
I would pretend to suffer a heart attack or fall over and hit my head and just lay there. That way, they had to send someone in to check on me.
I’d have to make sure I fell over into a comfortable position. Maybe on the bed. I would lay there without moving a muscle.
But that meant they would have cameras. Were there any on me now?
I hadn’t seen any. I didn’t think so.
I shook my head. I was scraping the bottom of the barrel with my idea. I would do it, but only when I didn’t have any other option.
I wracked my brains for another solution but came up empty.
Agitated, I rolled onto my side with my eyes shut, trying to think through the situation.
There was always a way out. You just had to think harder.
I strained myself and…
Nope.
Nothing.
I was doomed to rot in this room alone.
I opened my eyes.
A pair of eyes stared back at me.
I flew back and fell out of bed. I landed on my ass but didn’t even register the pain that shot like lightning up my back.
I skidded along the floor until I ran into the wall. My eyes were bulbous and my breaths rasped shallowly in my throat. My heart beat faster than a rabbit’s. I stared at the lump in my bed.
But it wasn’t a lump.
It was a man.
He’s more than just a man.
He’s Chax, her fated mate.
Not that she knows that yet!
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Also by Tammy Walsh
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About the Author
In space, no one can hear you scream...
And where’s the fun in that?
I've been reading romance and science fiction my whole life. I always wondered why those genres hadn’t been a mash-up years ago and now I'm super excited I get to combine them into a single steamy encounter!
Come with me as we journey through space and time… and the most gorgeous set of hunks this side of the galaxy!
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