My Bestfriend's Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste novel Chapter 104

Bailey's pov

The familiarity of that voice sends a sharp chill down my spine, my heart hammering in my chest. It can't be. It cannot be him.

I am imagining this.

There was no way.

It just can't be.

Yet, his scent is familiar, and his voice....

Pieces start to fall into place and my stomach lurchs and I gag as realization dawns on me. Someone I considered a friend. Someone I trusted. Why would he do this? Why would he do this to me?

Why would Stefan do this to me?

A wave of betrayal weighs in my chest and also fury. I can't believe I trusted him. Why would he even do this? I rake my brain, trying to think of why Stefan would even play this sick game with me but came up with nothing.

But then when he dipped his head in the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent, sighing with pleasure, a sinking realization dropped in my belly. " You've always smelt so good Bailey."

His words sent a sharp shiver of disgust and repulsion clashing within me. His close proximity makes my stomach churn and I am so sure I'd vomit. When I felt the surge, I swallowed, afraid I'd choke on my own vomit.

Stefan chuckles, releasing my hair and moving away from my neck. " I'm sure you're wondering what's going on huh?"

My heart skips rapidly and my mind races. He's right, I am wondering, but one thing I've learned from watching thriller movies, is that the kidnapper is never generous to spill why exactly they kidnapped the person.

If they do, they'd first beat around the bush, draw it out until the end.

My stomach churns wondering which route Stefan will take. Will he tell me? Or will he draw this out and mock me?

It wouldn't matter, I am to his mercy now, unable to free myself, not even see where I am or speak. Whatever is in my mouth is sogging up with my saliva, causing me to gag.

There's one small window, so tiny I wouldn't be able to fit through if I managed to get out of these binds.

"Such a lovely place huh?" Stefan joked, causing me to bring my eyes to his. I glare at him, trying to deliver all the betrayal and contempt I feel towards him through my eyes. But Stefan just smirks, quite unfazed by my silent hostility.

His eyes danced in the dimly lit room, causing shivers of panic to rake over my body. " I bet you want to speak don't you baby?"

Goosebumps of disgust and fear flash on my skin, and I visibly shivered at the way he called me. However, it's not the reason for goosebumps of fright to bead on my skin, it's the sound of another footstep heading down here that did it.

He was working with someone.

My heart hammered and my vision blurs when I hear his name being called, the tone filled with amusement.