Emptiness. That’s all he saw when he looked into Natasha’s eyes. As badly as he longed to drag her into his arms, hold her, soothe her, promise her nobody would ever hurt her again, he couldn’t do that. Not yet …
Natasha felt … empty. Like her soul, what made her her, was just gone. Ripped from in the basement of her own brother’s home. Even if by some miracle she was rescued there was no way she could ever go …
Week 367 – How much more could she endure? She was done Read More »
Finally. It had been a long eight weeks. Tony had gotten to the point where he was barely able to function. Guilt over using Natasha and then failing her so drastically was eating him alive. Given the amount of time …
Each day that passed Natasha felt like she lost another piece of herself. Her body was littered with bruises and blisters, she was starving, and she ached from sleeping on the hard floor of the dog crate. Muscles were stiff …
Week 365 – Tony knew he needed to up his search and start following Brandon around Read More »
He felt ill. Why hadn’t he put a tracker on Natasha? At the time it had seemed pointless, she wasn’t supposed to leave the building, and he and his partner were right outside. He thought he’d be able to keep …
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