Chapter 2 - Waiting in Bed While Graham Returns From the Deck
The heavy brass cabin door clicked open with a soft, ominous sound that cut through the silence.
Footsteps moved across the plush carpeted floor toward the king-sized bed where I lay pretending to sleep.
I kept my breathing slow, shallow, and evenly spaced to mimic the deep slumber of someone heavily sedated.
Graham leaned over my pillow, his cold breath brushing against my cheek like a winter wind.
“Drink up, sweetheart; we need to get some fresh air before the storm hits,” he whispered softly.
He didn't notice the empty glass hidden beneath the duvet where I had poured the drugged liquid minutes earlier.
His fingers stroked my hair with an eerie, rehearsed gentleness that made my stomach churn with nausea.
“You’re going to feel much better once we reach the top deck,” he lied smoothly into the dark.
I fluttered my eyelids open just a fraction, playing the part of a dizzy, disoriented bride.
“I’m so tired, Graham… my head is spinning,” I murmured in a weak, trembling voice.
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A triumphant smile flashed across his face in the moonlight, completely confident that his trap had sprung.
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