Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
He laughed.
The motherfucker laughed.
He rose up, clearing his throat. Staring me dead in the eyes. “You’re going to pay for that, bitch.” Before I even saw it coming, he raised his hand and backhanded me across the face so hard, I instantly tasted blood.
He didn’t let up, hitting me in the face a few more times. I could barely hold my own weight. The room went out of focus as he punched me in the stomach repeatedly, until I fell over onto the ground. Hyperventilating for air that wasn’t available for the taking. He kicked me in the ribs, causing me to fall on my back. Cringing, trying to curl into the fetal position to protect myself. All I could see was red seeping into my eyes.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and grabbed me by my hair. Forcefully making me look up at him. Excruciating pain radiated through my entire body.
“This is how it’s going to go down.” He pulled out a knife from his pocket. I didn’t have time to contemplate what had just happened before he dragged me by my hair over to the couch. “I’m going to rip off your clothes,” he sneered, gliding the knife effortlessly down the front of my leotard and the elastic band of my dance tights. Ripping away my clothes, leaving me in just my sports bra and panties. Releasing my hair, he shoved me back down onto the ground as if I weighed nothing.
“And then… I’m going to pull out my cock.” He unbuckled his belt, jerking out his sorry excuse for a fucking dick. “Now, I’m going to fuck you with it. With or without your fucking consent, you no good fucking cock tease.”
He tackled me to the floor, gripping my hair from the top of my head this time, slamming it into the hardwood floor. Pain radiated throughout my body as I choked from the sudden loss of breath, the wind knocked out of me with his entire weight resting on my beaten body. My vision turned black again, forcing me to blink away the white spots.
“Don’t pass out. It won’t be as much fun if you pass out. But trust me, it won’t stop me if you do.”
I felt him scoot over my panties, exposing me. Breathing into the side of my neck. “I’ve never been with a virgin. Thanks for that.” His dick nudged into my entrance.
Before I could scream, or put up a fight, the door to my apartment slammed open. Breaking the drywall behind it.
“What the fuck?” Nikolai roared, immediately turning and blocking my view.
I shut my eyes, slipping into the darkness. A loud popping sound ricocheted off the walls, causing me to startle. A sudden warmth sprayed my face, my neck, my chest, and Nikolai’s body came crashing down on me. All two hundred pounds of him fell lax on my petite frame. If I thought I couldn’t breathe before, this was proving me wrong.
The sudden weight of his body was thrown off me as if he weighed nothing.
“Stop fucking screaming,” someone snarled close to my ear. I could barely hear them.
Was I screaming?
They wiped at my face, cleaning off the blood from my eyes so I could see.
“Stop fucking fighting me,” the mystery man sneered again.
Was I fighting?
They roughly gripped my arm, pulling me up to stand on my wobbly legs. I instantly fell over into a solid muscular chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, making sure I wouldn’t fall. His scent immediately assaulted my senses.
I would know that smell anywhere.
Forever engrained in my mind.
“If you know what’s good for you, stop fucking screaming and stop fighting me.”
What?
My eyes fluttered open, still barely able to see through the haze of blood and God knows what else. I peered up through my lashes, locking gazes with dark, cold, soulless green eyes.
For some reason, I heard myself scream bloody fucking murder that time. It all happened so fast I didn’t have time to register what occurred next. All I saw was his gun raised above his head.
“I warned you, cariño.”
With sheer blunt force, the gun came crashing down. Hitting me on the back of the neck.
And then everything went black.
I felt the soft, warm sheets beneath me before I even opened my eyes. My body felt like it was one with the mattress. A floating sensation coursed through me. My mind was as light as a feather, even though my body felt as heavy as a brick, sinking further and further into the linen sheets. My eyes fluttered open, or maybe they were still closed, the room I was apparently passed out in, was pitch black. I couldn’t see an inch in front of me.
It actually brought me comfort.
I was used to the darkness. I’d lived in it my whole life.