Beyond The Basement Walls
Language: en
It was the third month of my kidnapping when I finally broke out. I didn't go to the police. I didn't go home. I went to the hospital. The ER doctor stared at me, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked like a knot. "Where is your family? I need a signature for the emergency surgery. Now." I lay on the gurney, my eyes tracing the sterile, humming fluorescent lights on the ceiling. "My parents are dead," I said, my voice barely a rasp. "I don't have anyone." That night, Victoria arrived. My wife—on paper, at least. The ice-queen CEO with a net worth in the billions. She swept into the trauma…