Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Ma’am? Ma’am?! Are you there? Where are you? Are you okay?”
The phone is slapped from my grip and I hear it clatter to the floor a second before the man behind me wraps his other arm around my chest and pants by my ear, “Do something with that.”
“Sure thing, boss man,” one of the other men says.
Every last bit of hope that Levi and I could survive this dies when I hear the unmistakable sound of my phone crunching beneath a stomping boot.
“No!” I wail against the hand still pressed firmly over my mouth and fight to escape the arms around me with all the strength I have left.
The man’s arms tighten around me, squeezing me against his body.
Twisting, squirming, I try everything I can think of to get free, but his grip on me only tightens until he’s crushing my ribs.
My captor presses his mouth against my ear and breathes, “Fuck, it’s been so long… Keep fighting me, Allie. The way your sweet ass is rubbing against my cock is turning me on.”
I immediately freeze in horror.
Oh god…
My mind completely blanks out for a moment.
My brain shutting down in an act of self-preservation, unable to handle the full gravity of my current situation.
Because there are worse things than death…
“Are you done now? We were just getting started.” My captor chuckles and then I feel his nose dragging down my neck.
I’m so afraid to move right now, so afraid of doing something that will provoke him, even my lungs stop filling with air.
Reaching the hollow of my throat, he breathes in deep and then groans. “Fuck, Allie. You still smell the same after all these years…”
A whimper builds inside me as his nose nudges against me again and he drags his face back up to breathe in my hair.
His chest rises, pressing against my back.
“Goddamn… I forgot just how intoxicating you are…”
His hand over my mouth slips a little and I seize on the opportunity. Biting down, I sink my teeth into his finger.
“Fuck!” he roars and jerks away from me.
Shoving him away, I push past him and run for the front of the house.
The blond guy from Walmart steps into my path with a smirk and a look of bemusement on his face. He makes a grab for me.
I stumble, nearly falling on my ass avoiding him, and then duck under his arms.
“Don’t you fucking touch her, Poster Boy!” the guy I just bit bellows and the blond guy immediately backs off, throwing his hands up in the air.
My feet slide against the garbage on the floor as I straighten and I lose a little momentum, but I’m determined to get to Levi.
If I can get back up to the room, I can use his iPad to call the police again.
Air wheezing in and out of my lungs, spots dance in front of my eyes as I push my body past its limit.
The third guy with black hair and green eyes stands in front of where the front door used to be, arms crossed over his chest, but he’s not even a concern right now.
No, the concern is the thundering sound of footsteps gaining on me.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I grab onto the banister and use it to swing myself up.
I make it up the first couple of steps fine, but for some reason I trip on the third and go down. My knee connects hard on the step below me and pain vibrates throughout my entire leg.
I’m so close… so fucking close…
With no time to wallow in the pain or catch my breath, I look to the top of the stairs, focusing on my goal, and try to get to my feet.
The shadows move at the top of the landing as my body strains to do what I’m demanding of it and a little face peeks out at me.
Levi’s out of the closet…
My blood runs cold and I shake my head, my eyes pleading with him, begging him to go back to the room.
Arms so weak they might as well be made of rubber, I finally manage to push myself up and get to my feet.
But a scream rips out of my throat as two hands wrap around my waist.
I’m promptly grabbed, lifted, and slung over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“I’m really fucking sick of you running away from me, Allie! Really fucking sick of it!” the guy I bit yells.
I was so close… so fucking close to reaching Levi…
Scared, frustrated, and half-crazed from all the shit I’ve been through, I scream again and start pounding on his back. “Let me go! Please! Let me go!”
“Stop that,” he grunts and gives my ass a hard smack before he swings around and starts stomping away from the stairs.
My fists pause as my brain registers the pain in my ass then I scream again in helpless fury and start punching him again.