Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I make enough food to fill a plate for both of us. No doubt he’s dying for food. My father’s hospitality was always lacking when it came to his prisoners. If given the choice, I wouldn’t eat either, considering how often my father tended to drug people that way. It’s easier than resorting to needles or shoving pills down a grown man’s throat. Letting him starve and waving food under his nose is much easier.
When he doesn’t come out at the scent of food, I dig into my own, letting the flavors chase away the rest of my fear. The doors are locked, and Ivan is in the other room. If anyone shows up, he won’t let anyone get to me. If only because he wants to get his revenge on me. It’s not ideal, but it’s something I can live with for now. At least until a better option presents itself.
I finish up my meal, wash the dishes, and take his food to the bathroom. Should I knock again or try to open it?
I grip the knob but don’t dare to intrude, so I put the plate on the floor by the door, hoping he doesn’t charge out and get a foot full of eggs. That would suck.
The food is making me heavy and sleepy. So I grab the bedspread and a pillow to take into the closet with me. No doubt he’ll drag me back out again, but maybe I can get some sleep before he does.
I curl up with the covers, pulling them up to my chin, my back to the wall in the very farthest corner. It won’t help if someone has a gun, but it might take a minute for someone to see me down here, covered up. It’s as safe as I can get right now.
Tomorrow I can try to figure out a plan. Maybe I’ll get lucky and can make a run for it before he decides to end his vigil in the bathroom. Give myself a head start before he chases me down as promised.
16
IVAN
I blink my eyes open into the blinding light. Everything is too bright, too loud. I reach to rub my eyes, and one knuckle scrapes across my eyelids, but the other…
The noise of handcuffs wakes me, sending me headlong into the nightmares I had about being locked in a hole, chained to a wall, unable to move or defend myself. On the heels of the horror comes the anger, sparking bright hot, and I have to take a minute to try to calm myself down again. The night returns, and my aching balls and the fact that I handcuffed myself to the shower rail, so I didn’t go to her come back.
I scrub my free hand up my face. “Fuck…”
My heart is hammering into my ribs. It feels like I’m still there, locked away in Arthur’s stupid cage. My dick is still hard, and I still want her, but I think I’ll be able to control myself. Maybe. I’ll stay here for now, at least until I can’t feel my pulse in my erection quite so strongly.
Faint light streams in from the frosted glass above my head. It has to be early. My watch was lost when they captured me but years of rising early tell me it can’t be later than seven a.m. My mind strays to her. Did she sleep well? Or at all? I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. After the life she’s led, nightmares must be a constant companion.
My stomach lets out a soft growl, reminding me it’s been days since I’ve had a full, non-drugged meal.
As long as she’s not standing out there naked, it might be fine to risk seeing her, at least long enough to grab something to eat. I need real food. My stomach growls loudly once more.
I catch the sound of something shuffling outside the door, and then she practically falls into the room, a fork in her hand. My eyes catch her bare legs and rake up her body to her breasts, jiggling in the T-shirt, her nipples peaked at the fabric.
My erection rages tighter and the drugged urge to sink into her makes my skin tight. “You have to get out of here.”
She stares, her gaze hopping from my tented boxer briefs to me on the floor next to the bathtub, up to my hand secured to the rail. “What the fuck are you doing? You didn’t have enough of being restrained by my father?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “You come in here just to bitch at me, or what?”
Her face flashes pink. “No, of course not.”
I let the anger roll over me, making no move to squash it down. “Then what the fuck do you want? If you have to pee, go ahead, but there’s another bathroom off the guest room if that makes you feel more comfortable.”