Chapter 95

Samantha wasn't completely out cold—guess the drugs weren't strong enough. Her mind was fuzzy, her limbs heavy like they didn't belong to her, but she could still tell she'd been tied up and stuffed into a service cart. Then, she was shoved into a vehicle. Someone pried open her mouth and forced a bottle of liquid down her throat. They assumed she was unconscious. Joke's on them—Samantha spit the liquid out silently. She tried moving, but her arms and legs felt like jelly. Useless. So, she gave up for the moment. She could feel the car barreling down a mountain road, then it jerked to a stop in front of a hotel. Using the same method, they moved her into a room and left. The heavy thud of the door slamming shut rang in her ears as she forced her eyes open. Waves of dizziness hit her, but through the blur, she saw a pair of hands lifting her out of the cart. "Caitlin, my stunning goddess! Finally, you're mine." Derek's handsome face twisted into something grotesque under the warm lighti