Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Still half asleep, I start scouring my room for anything, for any snack that I possibly could have forgotten about. Inwardly, I scream eureka when I find a half-eaten wrapped-up cheese sandwich. I try to remember when I picked it up and how old it is. But the thought evaporates when I unwrap it, and the scent of rotten food greets me.
Immediately, my stomach turns from hungry to sick. Gagging, I slap my hand in front of my mouth and run into the bathroom. I make it to the toilet just in time to start hurling and throw up every tiny thing I got to eat yesterday, which isn’t much. Still, I keep heaving until my throat hurts and my back muscles are sore. It feels like I’m throwing up for a good ten minutes, and all that’s coming out now is stomach acid.
Slumping next to the toilet, I catch my breath. When I feel like I can finally get up, I push to my feet but have to hold the sink a while just to be able to make it into my room. I down a bottle of water I had sitting next to my bed, then grab the blanket and pillow from the ground and climb onto my new mattress, curling up in the fetal position. I hope that this will pass quickly, and I can get something real to eat today.
Maybe I should have bargained for food instead of for safety from Matteo. Food… that will definitely be the next thing I ask for. If there even is a next time?
Then Quinton’s words from last night ring in my ear… “I can’t wait to claim this pussy, to mark it with my cum, and see its virgin blood on my cock.” He is already planning on doing this again, making deals with me for whatever fantasy he wants to play out. Next time, I’ll be better prepared. I’ll use his needs to my advantage, to fill my own.
Closing my eyes, I try my best to calm my stomach and go to sleep, at least for a little bit longer. But the constant nausea mixed with the aching pain of hunger makes it hard to find any rest.
For the next few hours, I fight a losing battle between sleep, hunger, and pain. A part of me knows I would feel better if I got something to eat and drink, but I can’t muster up the strength to get up and go to the cafeteria.
Suddenly, I start feeling really cold, even with a thick blanket wrapped around me, and I start shivering so hard my teeth clink together. The next thing I know, the cold is gone, replaced with a heat so strong flames are dancing over my skin. I kick the blanket off, and even with only wearing a thin shirt and leggings, I feel so hot. When I run my hands down my clothes, I notice they are soaked in sweat.
Fuck, I must have a fever. I try to get up, but my legs give out as soon as my feet touch the floor, and I crumple to the ground like I’m boneless. As I lie in a heap on the floor, the only solace I can find is that the cold concrete actually feels nice on my burning skin.
Not in a million years would I have thought I would ever wish for Quinton to waltz into my room unannounced, but I do now. I think he would take me to the doctor. After all, he can’t torment me if I’m dead, and right now, I sure as hell feel like I’m dying.
17
QUINTON
It’s been almost forty-eight hours since I left Aspen’s cocooned body in her room. Even though I’ve showered twice since then, I swear I can still smell her on me. Her sweet floral scent makes my cock hard.
I should have known she was a virgin. I shouldn’t have been as shocked as I was. The knowledge of knowing that I’m going to be her first is enticing. I really wanted to go and fuck her last night, but I also want to savor the control I have over her. I want to draw it out and build up to the main event.
Plus, I love having her on her knees, looking up at me with those innocent doe eyes of hers. An innocence I’m going to snuff out. My cock is getting hard thinking about it, and a plan forms in my mind. I’m going to visit her in her room tonight and make her another offer. She is desperate, and I’m going to use that to my full advantage.
“Do you ever sleep?” Ren asks, his voice raspy. He is sprawled out on the other couch with his eyes half-closed.
“Sometimes.” I shrug.
“Well, some of us do it every night. So, that’s what I’m doing now,” he groans, pushing himself up on his feet.