Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I don’t know how long he plans on leaving me in this cage for, but I figure he’ll get me out soon enough to dance for him again. I won’t make it easy for him, not after the way he just treated me. Frustrated, I curse myself. I let him treat me that way. I let him fuck me. I let him put his bare cock inside me and fill me with his seed. The thought of that makes me want to scream and cry because I don’t take contraception.
My instructor doesn’t want me to risk gaining weight.
I could have just made the biggest mistake of my life.
Days pass, and while I was certain he wouldn’t leave me here, he did.
At least, until everything spirals and completely blows up.
It starts with Alexis sneaking back in – taking me completely by surprise. I’m so shocked to see her, and when she tells me of her plans to take Marek down, I’m completely stunned. I didn’t actually think she would return, but somehow, she has managed to sneak back.
She’s with a friend, Bonnie, and the two of them want me to go with them, but I don’t think that’s a good idea. Their plan is to take Marek down, to destroy him by exposing him to the world. They are going to take pictures, videos, and Bonnie who was a journalist, is going to release an article to the world exposing him.
The plan is to shut down his show, and with that, he’ll be forced to leave.
He has issues with their club, and mostly, the club wants to see him destroyed.
It’s a good plan.
If they take me, though, and he figures it out before they can release that article, things might just go bad.
I tell them to leave me. Their plan won’t work if they don’t. Hesitantly, Alexis agrees and slips me her phone.
Is this my chance for freedom?
It’s hard watching her leave, but for the first time since I was captured, I have a glimmer of hope that things might just work out for the best. Even though I have hope, I also have this nagging feeling in my chest about going back. It causes my heart to dip and my stomach to sink, a twinge of depression to scratch the surface. I’m terrified to admit it, but a huge part of me doesn’t want to go home.
I keep the phone off, in case I need it, but part of me does wonder if I should contact Carter. Maybe I should tell him I’m okay? Do I want to tell him? Or do I want to just disappear and never look back? My mind is swimming with the possibilities and no matter how much I go over them, I can’t seem to settle on one, solid plan.
All I can think about is Marek.
That is, until another few days pass and my world is ripped from beneath me.
One minute, it’s deadly silent in this dark, gloomy cage and the next there are guards pouring into the tent, pulling girls from their cages and cuffing them as they drag them out, one by one. Heart racing, I curl my fingers around the bars and watch, confused. What the hell is going on? Even the guards look worried.
Did Bonnie release the story?
When they make it to my cage, I don’t fight.
Something about their expressions tells me that would be a bad idea.
I’m pulled out and my feet wobble as cuffs are slapped on my wrists before I’m dragged from the tent and thrown into a massive truck. It looks like a moving truck, and when I glance around, I see it’s filled with all the girls, most of them just staring at nothing, their eyes wide with fear, but not a single word comes from any of them. I shuffle to the back corner, and press in, watching in horror as the truck is slammed shut.
Then we’re moving.
It feels like we bump up and down in this hot truck for at least twelve hours. I drift off in that time, coming to only when the truck stops and the back door swings open. Marek stands, surrounded by men, and his face is scarily calm as he orders them to get us out and into a large shipping container at a dock, where a huge boat is lined up. Where the fuck are they taking us? Why would they want to put is in a shipping container unless they are planning on sneaking us out of the country?
Oh god.
Frantically, I fumble for the phone and pull it out of my pants, turning it on. This is my only chance to save myself. I need to make a call, turn on the location, something. The phone feels as though it takes forever to start up, and when it finally does, my fingers desperately move over the keys trying to find the location settings. A hand curls around my wrist and my head whips up to see Marek leaning over me, his eyes flashing with rage.