Little Nightmare (Wrecked, #2)

by Melissa McSherry

I do know this man. I mean, not really, but I do vaguely remember him. He was in Rustic Roast yesterday afternoon when Sloan and I were there getting our pumpkin spice lattes. He was sitting at a table, and we had an intense exchange of eye-fucks as I passed him. I’ve thought about him a few times since, but apparently he hasn’t stopped thinking about me.

So less than 48 hours

I need to buy myself time. He’s mentally unstable and I need to use it to my advantage if I want a sliver of a chance to get away.

You go g

“Such a good fucking girl,” Rhett says as he plants a hard kiss to my lips. "See, your body knows exactly who it belongs to, and I’ll make sure you never forget."

Yall are sick

There are still pieces of her that need to be molded so she can see just how perfect we are for each other. So that she can accept me, us.

Nooo

I reach into my pocket and pull out the handcuffs, securing one around her wrist and the other to the bed frame. She doesn’t fight it, just watches me with those wide, tired eyes. I brush a strand of wet hair from her face, smiling down at her. “Get some rest, little nightmare,” I say softly. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

WHAT

I position them carefully, ensuring they cover every angle and possible escape route. She won’t get out. Not even if she somehow manages to free herself. This house—it’s our sanctuary, our prison, our home. And I’ll make sure it’s perfect for us.

Youre doing too much

Reaching the hole I dug, I smirk as I pull the cob of corn from my pocket—the one I had used on Cara. I shove it into Jonah’s mouth, forcing it past the jagged carving wound.

WOAH

The brief moment when we locked eyes is something I’ll never forget. I knew from the look in her eyes that she felt everything I was feeling; she saw a different me. The real me. It didn’t matter to me that she was a complete fucking stranger. We shared something in those few seconds that no one else could ever understand.

She didnt tho

Now that I know what to expect, I could perfect it this time around. Cleaner, more precise. His head would make the perfect offering, especially with Juan being so symbolic to the first night we met. He’d make a more fitting tribute for my little nightmare. When he hands me the drinks, he says, “Thanks for stopping by, hope to see you again.” I give him a nod, suppressing the twisted grin tugging at my lips. Oh me too, Juan. Me too.

No please dont

That’s when I remember my mission. This isn’t supposed to be fun. This game night is to win him over and earn his trust. He’ll let his guard down and I’ll be able to make my escape. It’ll take time, but I know I can do it. I have to.

Girl you love him.

That we’re a perfect happy fucking couple, because if you don’t...” My grip tightens, just a fraction. “I’ll hurt them. I won’t kill them, not right away. No, I’ll make sure they scream for you, make sure they beg for mercy while you stand there watching.” Her breath hitches, her eyes wide, but I see it—just for a second.

Sir no

foot, all day long. He cooks. He cleans. He’s funny and says the sweetest things sometimes. But he’s also quirky and I kind of love his crazy side. There’s never been anyone like him and I highly doubt there will ever be anyone like him again. He’s unique. He’s mine.

NO

I like her scared. It makes her obedient, and while this fear she’s feeling might not be of me, it makes it that much easier to manipulate my control over her. It makes her mine.

Just no

I’m not super experienced with guns, but I know I can make do with what Rhett left for me. I’m coming back for you, my monster.

Lol

I thought he was nothing more than a monster, and maybe he is one, but he’s my monster. I watched him, learning his monstrous ways, and now I’ve caved, succumbing to the darkness to fit in right beside him. Rhett didn’t break me. He found me.

Ugh. Good for you I guess *eyeroll*

“Rhett,” she whispers, her voice breathless, shaky. “I think I love you,” I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them. She freezes for a second, her eyes going wide. But then her expression softens, and she cups my face, pulling me back in for another kiss. “I think I love you, too,” she whispers against my lips.

GAG JKJKJK

But the truth is, every time I move, my ribs scream in protest. Bruised for sure, maybe broken, but it’s nothing I haven’t been through before. I’ve been hiding the pain, though, pushing through it. Cara doesn’t need to know. She’s already got enough on her plate.

Bruh what........

That’s when I see it. The creamed corn. And the spoon… covered in a mix of cream and, well—me. I blink, then let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. Out of all the fucking dishes in this Friendsgiving feast, it had to land in the creamed corn. Of course it did. The irony isn’t lost on me. Creamed fucking corn. Still chuckling under my breath, I stir it in. No one will ever know and it will give me something to look forward to at this fucking dinner.

You did not

“Mmm,” Emily moans as she finishes her second glass, immediately pouring herself a third. “This is so refreshing.” We’re all sitting here, frozen in place as we watch her blatantly act out. She’s acting like a fucking child.

Kill her!