Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
The man called Ruin was no Jabba the Hutt. He was a monster formed with handsome features and a cruel smile. He was the contradiction that left me feeling insane. His grooming game was working. The pressure cooker of wanting to save my life was slowly breaking me.
“What do you think, pet?” There was an edge to his tone that let me know this wasn’t the first time he’d asked.
I hadn’t heard the question, lost in my thoughts as I was most days. I opted to shrug.
His movement was swift. His punishment absolute. He fisted a hand around my right breast and squeezed. The pain was excruciating. I knew better than to cry out. My only reaction was a change in my expression. That couldn’t be avoided.
“I could give you to my men. I don’t know why I keep you around,” he said near my ear, but the men with guns that stood in his presence heard well enough. They laughed. “I suppose I get a kick out of the headlines. They are still looking for you after all this time.”
Hope flickered in my heart as the double doors to the madman’s throne room opened and his right-hand man entered. The laughter died as the burn of tears threatened to spill down my cheeks.
“Boss,” the man said.
If I hadn’t been chained, I would have rolled to the right during the momentary distraction. I would have barreled into the guard who stood sentry over Ruin and taken his gun. I was a damn good shot and would have taken out at least six of the men in the room before they had a clue what was going on. But I was chained, leaving me zero options.
“You have a request,” the man finished.
He released his hold on my breast. I didn’t have to turn back to know Ruin was pulling out his phone and reading the request. Violently, he yanked my chain, forcing me back. My head landed in his lap.
“This makes me hard,” he said. My eyes were tearing up now from lack of oxygen as the collar tightened around my neck, forcing me to find my breath. I wouldn’t have long. “Suck my cock, pet. Just like I taught you.”
Gagging would be all I knew until his completion. If I ever lost my will to live, I would bite off the head of his dick. But there was still a tiny spark of hope that squashed that idea. My mind went somewhere else as he used my mouth while displaying my body in front of his admirers.
Ruin was perverse and didn’t care who saw the things he did. I was helpless to fight him or the desire he forced on me. I hated him more for forcing an orgasm I didn’t want as he touched me until I had no control over the outcome.
Later, as I lay at the foot of his bed, still chained like an animal, he continued his ruthless pursuit of my mind. “If you weren’t a virgin I could get top dollar for, I’d fuck you just to be your first.”
Ruin’s perversions didn’t run to just women or girls. He didn’t care what was between your legs when it came to his sadistic needs.
I didn’t respond. It wasn’t in my interest to. If I said the wrong thing, it would be a long night. Though he hadn’t fucked me, he’d done just about everything else. And his desires ran dark.
“Someone wants you.” His chuckle was disturbing. “He didn’t quite say it. But the request was too fucking close to your description to be anything but a setup. If he wants to play, he won’t like the game.”
And there it was again. Hope. Had my brother found me? Just as quickly, that thought tanked. I’d seen Ruin shoot a man for bringing him white toast instead of wheat. I may not have love for the brother I’d only met recently, but I didn’t want him dead.
There was a flurry of activity the next day. A woman blindly loyal to Ruin, for whatever reason, came in carrying garments I assumed were for me. As much as I wanted to protest, I’d learned hard lessons early on about the punishments I would receive for noncompliance. All would end with me walking around naked wherever he wanted me to be.
No matter how much it physically and mentally hurt me to do what he wanted, I had to bide my time until I had a clear opportunity for a successful escape. It wasn’t now. When the door had opened to let the woman in, there had been an armed guard just outside. There were likely more. I would survive whatever was happening. I would.
I let her dress me in an Alice in Wonderland getup surely made for a stripper. The simple blue dress was cinched at my waist. The ruffled hem barely covered my ass. And the white bib of the apron lay just slightly above my nipples. I was given long white socks and too-small Mary-Jane black flats. When she proceeded to plait my hair in two braids on either side of my head, I guessed what I was being set up for. Ruin wanted to capitalize on what some had called my baby face. I’d been told most of my adult life I looked younger than I was. The style of my hair would likely make me look even younger.