Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
With tears stinging my eyes, I uncross my arms and reach behind myself, unsnapping my bra. I can’t even look at him as the straps slide down my arms. Sliding one arm out then the other, I do my best to reveal as little as possible, but it’s pretty much hopeless.
The bra drops to the floor and I keep one arm pinned tight against my breasts as I use the other to push down my panties. My panties give way too easily, and once they drop, my hand immediately goes to my mons, covering it.
“Get in the shower,” he orders and my eyes flick up. There’s an open, hungry look on his face that fills me with cold terror.
“Now,” he barks when I don’t immediately move, and the harshness of his voice spurs me into action.
Turning away from him, I give him my naked back as I walk up to the closest shower. There’s a handle I have to twist to the left to turn the water on. The first spray of water is icy cold and I gasp as it hits me.
“Use the soap in the dish,” he orders behind me, and I cast a glance over my shoulder to see that he’s moved closer.
Fuck.
Compliance. Pretend to be compliant and maybe he’ll drop his guard long enough to give me an opening, I remind myself.
If I can steal his gun I can fucking shoot him with it.
Looking forward again, I reach out, my hand shaking as I grab the little bottle of soap that’s been left on the soap dish by the water handle.
One handed, I pop the lid and then just squirt the bottle onto the top of my head. I lather up my hair, scratch my nails through my scalp, and resist the urge to look back again.
Pretending there’s no one behind me, I rinse my hair out and then squirt some more soap into my hand. Just as I start to rub the soap onto my arms, I hear a little grunt behind me.
Glancing back without thinking, I see him rub his hand over his groin.
Fuck, he’s getting off on this.
Looking forward again, air puffs out of my mouth in little pants as I focus all of my energy on completely not losing my shit. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to fucking attack him, and the only thing keeping me from not doing it is the desire not to have a bullet in my head.
I work the soap up and down my arms then quickly over my chest. I stare at the tile wall as I wash myself as quickly as I can. I just want to get this over with now. The more I try to hide myself, the longer I’ll have to be naked in front of him.
The air behind me moves and my hackles rise. I cast another little glance over my shoulder and see that the goon is even closer. His eyes are locked on my backside as he rubs his hand over himself.
“Hey, is she done yet?” a new voice calls out, echoing in the room. “The doc is ready for her.”
“Fuck. Hurry it up,” my guard orders and moves back.
I begin to tremble, unable to stop it. That was close, too fucking close for comfort.
I turn the water off and then wrap my arms around myself as I turn back around to face him.
He bends down and picks a towel off the bench. Then he grins as he holds the towel out.
I have no choice but to walk up to him if I want it.
Teeth chattering from the cold, my eyes remain locked on his face as I approach him. I get only as close as necessary before I reach out to take the towel from him.
He immediately yanks the towel back, out of my reach.
His eyes gleam with cruel amusement as I have to move closer. I reach for the towel again, half expecting him to yank it back, but his eyes drop, locking on my wet breasts.
I yank the towel from his hand and immediately jump back.
“Dry off,” he says gruffly.
“Hey! What’s the hold up?” the other voice calls out.
“She’s almost done,” my guard yells back then he glares at me. “Hurry it the fuck up.”
I run the towel over my arms, ignoring my hair, and then wrap it around me for protection.
Grabbing me hard by the arm, he drags me around the corner and out into the hallway where another goon dressed all in black is waiting.
The new guy looks me in the face and then seems to do a double take. “Is that the redhead from the other night?”
“Yeah,” my guard answers and begins to drag me past him.
“Wow. She’s pretty fucking hot without all that snot and shit.”
My guard just grunts and continues to drag me down the hallway. We pass the stairway to the basement, more doors, then take a left. I try hard to remember how I was led in last night, but I was so confused and disoriented, I just can’t remember which way the exit is.