Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I scream in release as an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced tears through my body. I convulse beneath him, head dropping back, eyes closing, everything inside of me feeling like it’s being ripped out in the best possible way. Only when I stop shuddering does he pull his fingers from my depths and push back, looking down at me as my eyes flutter open and my head spins, a mix of pleasure and exhaustion.
“You’re nothing, you’ll always be nothing, and your body won’t change that.”
His words, scathing and broken, should hurt. They should but they don’t, because it’s true, after all.
I close my eyes as the drugs take me, and I can no longer find the energy to lift even a finger.
I’m nothing.
5
A few days have passed since Jagger and I had our encounter, and in that time, he hasn’t come anywhere near me except to drag Snake into my room late one afternoon and beat the living shit out of him. Terrified, I watched on as he punched into the man, over and over, until he lay on the ground in a bloodied heap. Then, with empty eyes, he looked up at me and said, “Are you happy now?”
That was the last time I saw him.
I’m in the kitchen late one afternoon, doing what I do every day—baking. I have more freedom now. Jagger ensured every entrance to this house is guarded twenty-four-seven by men I don’t know. He now lets me out of my room whenever I want, because he knows I can’t go anywhere. Not only does he have men at the doors, but he has men at the gates and, as he so coldly informed me, at the end of the driveway.
Jagger has made sure I can’t escape.
The television on the wall, that is small but runs all day, is playing a news story, and when my name is mentioned, I look up in shock. My face flashes on the screen and a man can be seen, talking to a group of reporters outside of the bar I met Jagger the night he took me. “The search for Willow Barnes continues as family gathers together to desperately search for what happened to their loved one. Last seen on the evening of October twelfth, Willow is said to have left the club behind me with a man who is said to be in his early thirties, tall, well built, with blue eyes and dark hair. A search has been conducted, and many people have been interviewed, but so far, we haven’t been able to find the missing woman. The police are urging anyone with information to come forward.”
I stare with tears in my eyes at Ava and Jenny, both standing in the background, arms around each other, listening as the man talks. A pain builds in my chest, a pain I can barely control. They’re fighting for me, looking, but they’re not going to find me. Not yet, anyway. Not until Jagger makes a mistake. A mixture of pure raw emotion and relief floods me, because the knowledge that they’re looking for me helps something inside of me. It gives me a strength I wasn’t sure I had.
A soft sing-song voice has my head whipping around, and I furiously swipe my eyes as Jagger enters the room with a woman, a gorgeous young blond with huge boobs and a body to die for. He’s half naked, wearing only a pair of unbuttoned jeans, jeans that dip so low I can see the dark trail of hair that begins running down. Swallowing, I meet his eyes and see him glancing at the television. It flicks off before the woman even has a chance to notice.
“Meet me in my room,” he murmurs to the woman, leaning in and nipping at her neck. “I won’t be long. I need to talk to my sister.”
A pang of anger bursts in my stomach, and I clench my jaw as he walks closer, leaning a hip on the counter.
“You’re taking a big risk bringing a woman in here. She could recognize me, you know?”
“She could, but considering she doesn’t know my real name, or even how to get here, I think it’s safe to say we’re safe.”
“Did you drug her, too?” I mutter.
“No.” His eyes meet mine. “She was too busy sucking my cock to notice.”
God damn him.
“You disgust me.”
He grins, and oh, it does things to me, things deep inside that I’m fighting with every single ounce of strength I have left.
“I’ll be busy for a few hours, the guys are downstairs. You know what happens if you try anything.”
“You’ll hunt me down and kill my family, yeah, I got it.”
He leans in close. “Precisely.”
“I hope you get fucking syphilis you piece of shit,” I growl.
Even though Jagger goes easy on me most of the time, I have no doubt in my mind that if it came down to it, he would get hold of my sister to keep me here. I don’t think he would hurt her, but I’d never let her be put in this situation. I feel so trapped some days, like I just can’t get out. If I run, my family pays. If I don’t, I suffer slowly in this hell hole. He is making it more and more clear that he’s giving me no way out.