Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
He lowers me to the ground more gently than I thought he would. The zip ties dig deeper into my ankles because of the angle, and I hiss in a breath. I hear keys jingling, and I look up to see an old set of keys in his hands. The keys look like they're made from cast iron, and I'm guessing he pulled them down from a nearby hook on the wall. I hadn't noticed earlier due to the distracting and excruciating pain in my ankles, but I can't make that mistake again. I need to stay alert if I'm going to get out of here alive. Kade carefully selects one key from the bunch although they all look alike to me. With a clink, the door unlocks and he pushes it open.
He looks down at me for a moment, but I’m too scared to look up.
I feel his eyes on me, but I keep my own trained on the ground.
I let out a yelp of surprise as he quickly picks up my small body and takes me into the room, cradling me in his arms. I resist the urge to rest my head against his hard, muscular chest.
My stomach hurts, and the exhaustion hits me harder than before.
He leaves the door open and carries me across the room onto a soft bed before setting me down gently.
He leaves me there, bound, gagged, and lying on my side. I close my eyes, listening to him moving through the room. It’s dark, but I can clearly make out a dresser in front of me. It’s an antique with glass knobs. I imagine the pulls have screws on the ends. I’ve seen them before at the hardware store. If I get a chance, I could unscrew them. I could use one to stab him in his jugular and get the fuck out of here. I just need him to untie me first.
I hear him gather items throughout the room and take them out to the hallway.
It seems like forever, listening to him rearranging the room. And then nothing.
It sounds like he’s gone. But he’s left me bound. I try to look around, but I can’t see anything besides the dresser. I wish I could move, but with my hands bound behind my back, I can’t. I try again uselessly to get out of the binds, but it only makes the pain worse.
I still as I hear his footsteps in the hallway. They grow closer and louder until he’s standing in front of me, his hips by my head. I can see the buckle of his belt, and his crisp white shirt that now has a smear of blood, no doubt from when he carried me.
He grips my forearm and with a quick slice, cuts the ties. Relief flows through me, along with new aches and the need to move. But I’m stiff, waiting for him to cut the ties on my ankles. As soon as he does, I fucking bolt.
I jump up and push against him with all my weight, and by some miracle, it forces him far enough away that I’m able to jump from the bed. I sprint as hard as I can, but I don’t make it more than a few feet before his hand grips the hem of my sweater. I let out a shriek, landing hard on my side, palms slamming against the floor as he drags me toward him. All the while I fight. I kick my legs blindly and scream for help.
My foot lands hard against his chest, but he doesn't even flinch. Instead he grips my hair at the base of my skull, and I yelp in agony as he yanks my head back. Tears leak from my eyes at the sharp pain, and my hands instinctively move to try and pry his fingers from my head. He releases my head, but the momentary relief I feel is quickly eclipsed by intense pain once more as he grabs both of my wrists. The stinging pain from the cuts intensifies.
With my wrists secured in one hand, he wraps his other arm around my waist and carries me back to the bed.
He pushes me face down on the bed, his large frame pinning me beneath him, forcing me still. He seizes the nape of my neck and squeezes until I go limp beneath him, surrendering the fight I so badly lost. Tears roll down my cheeks, every part of my body aching, and my soul crushed with hopelessness.
“This is your one warning.” His hot breath leaves chills down my spine, his lips barely touching the shell of my ear. A shiver runs through my body and the deep cadence of his voice makes my pussy clench with sinful thoughts. “There is no escape from this.”
Olivia
I can’t sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. I just can’t. I’m afraid to move, afraid to even breathe too loudly. But I have to. I have to look and see if there’s a way out.