Trapped In His Escape Game Until I Died Novel by Avery Moore _ Novel




Trapped In His Escape Game Until I Died Chapter 01

After my fiancé, Kellan Stratford, brought me to a remote village deep in the Huntdare Mountains, my life became a nightmare of relentless assaults and miscarriages.
One day, during a difficult labor, I began hemorrhaging heavily. The village doctor had no choice but to slice open my abdomen.
As I lay in a pool of blood, I overheard two village women hired to guard me gossiping outside the door.
"City college girls are so incredibly gullible," one of them said. "She actually thinks she was trafficked."
"Exactly. But that's what she gets for crossing Mr. Stratford's sweetheart."
"I heard he paid the village chief 100 thousand dollars to get the whole town to stage this fake captivity. He even sent the drugs that made her labor so difficult."
"Word is, once she survives three years in this hellhole and feels the exact same pain Ms. Collins went through, he'll finally take her back and marry her."
Through a crack in the door, I caught a glimpse of the woman's phone screen. She was on a video call with Kellan.
It turned out the horrific abuse and imprisonment I'd endured for the past three years were a complete sham—a carefully orchestrated punishment he'd designed solely to please Rosalie Collins, his so-called close friend.
The agonizing pain in my abdomen made the room spin. Just as darkness threatened to swallow me whole, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
"Host, target Kellan's abuse threshold has been reached. Do you wish to abort the mission and leave this world?"
***
I forced my eyes open, staring blankly at the soot-darkened wooden beams above me.
Suddenly, something violently smashed into the wooden door, blowing it wide open.
Its hinges snapped, and the heavy planks slammed into the muddy ground, splashing filthy water everywhere.
Kellan stepped into the dim pigpen in a crisp black suit.
Behind him were five bodyguards in sunglasses and two private doctors carrying medical kits.
The village doctor was still crouched beside me, gripping a rusty suture needle threaded with thick black string.
It hovered just above my abdomen.
My flesh had been sliced wide open, and blood kept pouring from the wound.
Kellan stopped, taking in the pig manure and blood-soaked hay scattered across the dirt floor.
He pointed at the village doctor and barked, "Stop. Get out."
The doctor dropped the needle at once and scrambled away in panic, his hands slick with dark, sticky blood.
Kellan then turned to his own doctors.
"Push an epi. Hit her with a heavy dose of stimulants. We aren't letting her pass out just yet."
The two doctors rushed over.
One snapped open his kit, pulled out a large syringe, and drew up a clear liquid.
Pinching the thin, shriveled skin of my inner thigh, he shoved the thick needle into a vein and rapidly plunged the fluid into my system.
Ten seconds later, the drugs hit.
My muscles spasmed violently. My body thrashed and convulsed against the filthy hay.
With every violent jerk, more blood spilled from my gaping abdomen, running down my thighs and pooling into a dark red puddle on the floor.
Kellan took a step back to keep the creeping blood away from his shoes.
"Drop the act," he said. "I know exactly what you're trying to pull."
He looked down at me with contempt.
"I've read the script the village chief sent me. The bags of pig's blood and the fake wound on your abdomen are very convincing props."
He let out a scoff.
"Did you really think playing the victim would make up for what you did to Rosalie?"
The intense rush of drugs made my head pound.
My upper body jerked forward as I instinctively reached out.
My frail fingers dragged through the mud, brushing against the hem of Kellan's suit pants.
The moment we touched, a weak, raspy voice scraped out of my throat.
"Kel... it hurts..."
Kellan's expression darkened, and he swiftly kicked my hand away.
The back of my hand slammed hard against a nearby stone feeding trough, scraping the skin completely raw.

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