My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 775

A jolt of electricity shot through her body, searing and sharp, as if she’d been burned alive. A fierce, stinging pain crashed over her in waves.

Emily Blair clenched her jaw, a muffled groan escaping her lips as her muscles convulsed. Every inch of her shook violently, her old injuries from the car accident throbbing anew. The combined agony made her want to leap from the chair, desperate for relief.

But the ropes binding her were tight and unyielding. No matter how she struggled, it was pointless—she only succeeded in digging the cords deeper into her skin, leaving raw, angry welts.

The current lasted for half a minute, maybe more. By the time it stopped, a cold sweat slicked her skin, her face pale, chest heaving as she fought for breath—like an athlete stumbling off the track after an exhausting race.

Dizzy and faint, Emily blinked through the haze, only to hear the mocking laughter of the two men across from her.

She forced her eyes open and met their gaze.

The tall one and the heavyset one looked delighted by her reaction, their laughter echoing louder in the small room.

Emily waited, pressing herself through the tingling aftermath until the numbness began to fade.

They were precise with the voltage—enough to hurt, but not enough to kill.

The tall man grinned and waved the remote at her, then pressed the button again.

The shock tore through her for a second time. Emily squeezed her eyes shut, every muscle rigid, pain stacking on pain until sweat poured down her face, her brain pounding in her skull. The cries that slipped from her tightly pressed lips were raw and desperate, veins standing out starkly against the pale skin of her neck.

The men’s laughter sounded distant now, muffled and faint, as if coming from behind a wall.

She vaguely remembered the men arriving in a car to get her. Even in a city this big, tracking down a single vehicle wasn’t impossible—it was just a matter of time. She’d drifted in and out of consciousness, unsure how many hours had passed, or how long it would take for someone to find her.

Her mind flickered to Alex White—he hadn’t answered his phone or shown up at the hospital. Something must have happened to him, too.

Another round of shocks ended; Emily had lost count. Each time, her limbs grew weaker, breath going from ragged to shallow, the pain everywhere—so constant now she could barely feel it.

Again and again the cycle repeated.

Emily’s eyes drifted shut, then slowly opened. She could feel her strength draining away, her body heavy and limp, her thoughts growing slower and fuzzier with every passing minute.