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her cell and proceeded to empty her stomach of the small portion of food she’d forced herself to consume that morning. The same thing happened when she’d eaten three days before. Her body was rejecting nourishment now and she was slowly starving to death.
As she sobbed quietly in the corner, her entire body shaking with chills, Trace whispered into her mind, It’s ok, girl. My friends are on their way. We’re getting out of here soon.
Trace had discovered there was a reason the woman was named Gypsy. She had certain gifts herself that she’d never been allowed to share with anyone, not even Sari. Gypsy’s mother met her father at the young age of 17 and they fell instantly in love. They were married just two years later and that’s when he shared his secret. He had gypsy blood in his veins. He thought of it as magic. Magic that was passed to his daughter when she was born. After her father was murdered by modern day witch hunters when Gypsy was four, her mother grabbed her and fled. Eight years later, her mother met and came to care deeply for Sari’s father. They were married within six months and Gypsy was legally adopted by her stepfather. For the first time in several years, both Gypsy and her mother felt safe. Then, several years later, Philip Perez killed Gypsy’s family, all except Sari whom he held as a mistress now, and ruined her life.
Although Gypsy hadn’t shared with Trace exactly what her gifts were, she’d slipped up and used telepathy with him on his first torture session. That was now Trace and Gypsy’s preferred means of communication as long as they were strong enough to hold the link. There were cameras in The Dungeon and Trace did not want his father’s men catching them talking.
Did you hear me, Gypsy? Trace asked. We’re getting out of here. My friends are near.
It hurts, Gypsy responded weakly. Everything hurts. I just want the pain to go away. Why are they doing this? Why?
Trace had shared parts of his past with Gypsy. There was nothing to do but talk on the days they were left alone over the past few months. They talked to try and focus on something besides the pain and heartache they were enduring. They talked to remind themselves they were still alive and could. He hadn’t told her everything about his past. She didn’t know the details regarding his escape with his mother and Starr. She also didn’t know how deeply involved he’d been with his father’s cartel before his escape. Some information he trusted no one with. Not even RARE. However, he did tell her what it was like growing up as the son of a notorious drug lord. He’d told her about barely making it through some days. How when he was just eight years old, Trace’s father ordered his men to beat the hell out of Trace; to do whatever it took to make him a man. Trace suffered weekly beatings until finally he was strong enough to fight back. Gypsy knew Trace was a shifter. He couldn’t hide it from her after she was moved into the cell next to his. Trace had to fight his cat not to take over during the torture sessions, and when he was put back in his cell he couldn’t fully keep his cat in. Sometimes his eyes went panther or his claws would come out, but Trace would fight it. The chains surrounding him were bound too tight to allow Trace to shift. He would only injure himself and possibly not be able to shift back. Trace also told Gypsy about Jade. She knew Trace was fighting to get back to his mate and she vowed to help him get to her. Gypsy constantly encouraged Trace to fight, to survive. Now she needed someone to encourage her.
They’ll be here soon, Gypsy. Trace promised her. Then we will take you home. There’s a doctor there, Doc Josie. She’s with the White River wolf pack. She will take care of you. You push through that pain, Gypsy. You show me how you fight. You show me that gypsy
As she sobbed quietly in the corner, her entire body shaking with chills, Trace whispered into her mind, It’s ok, girl. My friends are on their way. We’re getting out of here soon.
Trace had discovered there was a reason the woman was named Gypsy. She had certain gifts herself that she’d never been allowed to share with anyone, not even Sari. Gypsy’s mother met her father at the young age of 17 and they fell instantly in love. They were married just two years later and that’s when he shared his secret. He had gypsy blood in his veins. He thought of it as magic. Magic that was passed to his daughter when she was born. After her father was murdered by modern day witch hunters when Gypsy was four, her mother grabbed her and fled. Eight years later, her mother met and came to care deeply for Sari’s father. They were married within six months and Gypsy was legally adopted by her stepfather. For the first time in several years, both Gypsy and her mother felt safe. Then, several years later, Philip Perez killed Gypsy’s family, all except Sari whom he held as a mistress now, and ruined her life.
Although Gypsy hadn’t shared with Trace exactly what her gifts were, she’d slipped up and used telepathy with him on his first torture session. That was now Trace and Gypsy’s preferred means of communication as long as they were strong enough to hold the link. There were cameras in The Dungeon and Trace did not want his father’s men catching them talking.
Did you hear me, Gypsy? Trace asked. We’re getting out of here. My friends are near.
It hurts, Gypsy responded weakly. Everything hurts. I just want the pain to go away. Why are they doing this? Why?
Trace had shared parts of his past with Gypsy. There was nothing to do but talk on the days they were left alone over the past few months. They talked to try and focus on something besides the pain and heartache they were enduring. They talked to remind themselves they were still alive and could. He hadn’t told her everything about his past. She didn’t know the details regarding his escape with his mother and Starr. She also didn’t know how deeply involved he’d been with his father’s cartel before his escape. Some information he trusted no one with. Not even RARE. However, he did tell her what it was like growing up as the son of a notorious drug lord. He’d told her about barely making it through some days. How when he was just eight years old, Trace’s father ordered his men to beat the hell out of Trace; to do whatever it took to make him a man. Trace suffered weekly beatings until finally he was strong enough to fight back. Gypsy knew Trace was a shifter. He couldn’t hide it from her after she was moved into the cell next to his. Trace had to fight his cat not to take over during the torture sessions, and when he was put back in his cell he couldn’t fully keep his cat in. Sometimes his eyes went panther or his claws would come out, but Trace would fight it. The chains surrounding him were bound too tight to allow Trace to shift. He would only injure himself and possibly not be able to shift back. Trace also told Gypsy about Jade. She knew Trace was fighting to get back to his mate and she vowed to help him get to her. Gypsy constantly encouraged Trace to fight, to survive. Now she needed someone to encourage her.
They’ll be here soon, Gypsy. Trace promised her. Then we will take you home. There’s a doctor there, Doc Josie. She’s with the White River wolf pack. She will take care of you. You push through that pain, Gypsy. You show me how you fight. You show me that gypsy
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