"I'm a slave.'' I had repeated those words in my head before I let them out of my mouth. "I am his slave.'' My professor had made me his slave. He did it intentionally, he enjoyed it. It was disgusting. It broke my heart to feel the way I do for him. My feelings for him are like a disease. All I want is to forget those three weeks I'd spent with him.
"Elena!'' My brother's voice was filled with panic, he kicked the door open. Suddenly, I felt a wave of excitment ride through me. Desire coursed through me, then, there was something in my mind. Someone. "If you can hear me, then I'm close. I'll make you pay for the death of my people, Elena Humphrey. I'll kill you.'' That was him, that was the professor's voice. How was he doing this.
"Elena, can you hear me.'' I jolt out of my trance, on
