****TRIGGER WARNING**** This chapter and several of the following ones allude to r*pe, abuse, false imprisonment, kidnapping, etc.
The door opened a few minutes later, and in he walked. I couldn't believe that the snake that I had hated my entire life was finally there in front of me, in the flesh. He stuck out his hand to shake mine.
I had to fight the bile that threatened to rise in my throat at the feel of his hand in mine. He was about four inches taller than my six foot frame, and more muscular. He was wearing the same nondescript gray hoodie and jeans as the other two, but his hood was hanging down his back so I could easily see his shaggy blonde hair. I could also see the beginnings of tattoos at his wrists, which told me that his arms were most likely covered.
