Free Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) by Brie Paisley Page A

me silently and hands me the bags. He sees the confused look on my face. Surely he didn’t buy me anything? 
    “I bought you some clothes last night. There’s also a toothbrush and a few other items I thought you might need.”
    “Thank you,” I whisper back. I don’t know how to act to his kind gesture. I don’t know if he wants to get back on my good side or not. I am going to have to pay more attention to him and keep him at arm’s length. My inner goddess doesn’t like that idea much. She is glaring at me, and keeps pointing at him. I don’t know what she wants but she isn’t getting anything. I ignore her and turn to go into the bathroom. I want a shower, and some time to think through everything that has happened in the past few days. I think Josh knows I don’t want him near me right now and he lets me pass. This is some fucked up Stockholm Syndrome going on. 
    I turn to shut the door and then I am reminded that the door is gone. Stupid man. I turn on the water and start to undress. I don’t even bother to see if Josh is watching or not. I just want a hot shower to ease some of the stress and think of a plan. I step under the water and instantly feel better when I feel the hot water wash down my back and legs. 
    I stand under the spray, staring at the moldy walls. I need to make Josh see that this isn’t right. I have a feeling he is running from something, or someone. But what that is I can’t tell you. Maybe I can go back to my original plan of getting him to trust me not to run. I can’t stay tied up the entire time he has me. I can also use my body against him. That can work more in my favor. 
    Maybe. 
    I know Josh loves my body. He made that perfectly clear before he went psycho on me. He showed me more than once that he wanted to worship my body in every way possible. That’s another thing I don’t understand. Before all this he wasn’t as controlling in the bedroom. Hell even I took the lead some nights. I didn’t know this part of him even existed. I knew he was dominant by the way he carried himself, and could be a little harsh at times, but I had no idea he would kidnap me and then tie me to the fucking bed. Let’s not forget he is possibly a serial killer. I have to get away from him. I don’t know if I can handle knowing what he did last night or in his past. I can’t handle the way he makes me feel. I can’t feel these feelings for him. It is wrong on so many levels.   
    I just need a few minutes of him being distracted so I can get to a phone and call Riley. If I can call her, she will tell someone to come get me. I know she will notice me being gone before anyone. I worry about her and how she will handle that. My friend has enough going on with her crazy life right now. The last thing she needs is to have to worry about if I am safe or not. Plus it isn’t good for the babies if she is stressing out about me. 
    I stay in the shower until the water turns ice cold. I don’t even wash myself. I stand in the shower the whole time, thinking of what I can do to go back home. I turn off taps and step out. I don’t have a towel to dry off with. This fucking motel sucks. I am about to go through the bags of clothes Josh has gotten for me, when he walks into the small bathroom holding a towel. We lock eyes before I grab the towel from him and quickly cover myself. I don’t want him looking at me. I have to get over that fast, if I am going to use my body against him. He doesn’t say anything to me; he just turns and walks out, leaving me to dress. Maybe he senses how seeing him covered in blood affects me. I can’t wrap my brain around why he can kill someone so easily and not have a care in the world. Being a doctor, I took an oath to help and save people. Letting someone die, is not an option in my mind. Of course it happens, but not if I can try everything I know how to do to save them. 
    I wrap the towel around me as I start going through the Walmart bags. I am surprised