Chapter 145:
Makenna’s POV:
Who was it?
My heart skipped a beat as I heard a soft knock, turning to see Clayton at the window.
What was he doing here?
For a moment, I was too shocked to move, my mind reeling as I tried to process the sight before me. Clayton knocked again, this time motioning for me to open the window. The urgency in his gesture snapped me back to reality.
Wrapping a blanket around myself, I hurried to the window, fumbling with the latch as I let him in.
“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of surprise and hope.
Was he here to save me?
The very thought made my heart race.
Clayton slipped through the window with the agility of someone used to moving in the shadows. As his eyes landed on me, I saw the shock that quickly turned to sorrow in his expression.
“Makenna, what happened to you?” His voice was thick with concern.
I knew I must have looked like a mess. Bryan’s cruelty had left its marks all over my body, and I could only imagine how pitiful I appeared.
A wave of shame washed over me, and I instinctively stepped back, not wanting Clayton to see me like this. But the movement triggered something still inside me, sending an unexpected jolt through my body.
“Ah…” I gasped, my legs giving out as I collapsed onto the floor, trembling uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong?” Clayton’s voice was filled with alarm as he quickly knelt beside me, trying to help.
I couldn’t bring myself to explain, feeling overwhelmed and mortified. I clenched my legs together, my entire body tensing.
𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗏𝗲𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖋𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝚌𝗼𝗺
“Don’t… don’t look at me,” I sobbed, the words escaping in a broken whisper.
Clayton hesitated for a moment, realization dawning on him as his face flushed red.
“Did Bryan… put something inside you?” he stammered, the words catching in his throat.
I couldn’t even look at him as I nodded, my shame and anger choking me.
Only Bryan could be so twisted, so utterly depraved.
Clayton seemed lost, his hand hovering uncertainly as if wanting to comfort me but not knowing how.
“What… what can we do? Can you take it out?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I… I can’t,” I admitted, biting my lip hard to keep from breaking down. “It’s… too deep…”
The words hung in the air between us, heavy with despair. Bryan had made sure of that, pushing it deep enough to make it impossible for me to remove. The constant, relentless vibration only made it worse, driving it further inside me.
I clutched the blanket tighter, my head bowed in humiliation. I couldn’t even meet Clayton’s eyes, unsure of how I could bear this any longer.
“Makenna,” Clayton began, but before he could say more, a faint meow echoed from somewhere below the window.
His expression shifted instantly, concern giving way to urgency.
“We have to go. Bryan could come back at any moment.”
Realization dawned on me, and I asked, “The sound… the meow?”
“It’s a signal from my men,” he explained quickly, his eyes darting to the window.
Before I could process what he’d said, Clayton scooped me up in his arms, cradling me with surprising gentleness.
Without another word, he leapt out of the window, carrying me away from the nightmare I’d been trapped in.
