Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
What do I do now?
* * *
The glow of a small lamp is the only light in the large room and it’s been hours since my captor left. To the right of the door is a sliding doorway that I’m assuming leads to a bathroom. I can see the reflection of a towel hanging up in a mirror. A small desk, lamp, and chair are in the corner and a small two-seater lounge is at the foot of the bed. The room is cold and unwelcoming. The walls are painted a dark, charcoal grey, and I have this weird sensation that the room is moving. I know it can’t be, it must be the drugs they gave me to knock me out. It feels as though it’s nearly morning, although I have completely lost track of time. I hear a commotion outside and then the key turning in the door.
Oh no. He’s back. My heart rate picks up and I stop breathing as I watch the door slowly open. He comes into sight and flicks the light on, smiling darkly as his eyes scan my body.
“Honey, I’m home.” He smirks.
Fucking asshole.
I turn my head away from him and stare at the wall. I can’t even look at this monster. Suddenly, a group of drunk men stumble into the room behind him and I screw up my face in fear. The smell of alcohol is pungent and I know they are here to take turns.
“We came for our dessert.” One of the men smiles as he unzips his jeans.
They all start to wolf whistle as one gropes my breast and another puts his hand between my legs.
“No,” I whisper. “Please, no.”
“Hands off.” The tall man growls. “Get out.”
“Fuck off, man. You’ve had your fun. It’s our turn.” He unzips his pants and holds his dick above my face.
The tall man pushes him away from me. “I said… get the fuck out. I’m not sharing. I told you already.”
Another man takes my breast in his mouth and the tall guy pushes him to the floor violently and kicks him while he’s down. Another one launches himself over my body and the tall guy punches him hard in the face. They all start to argue.
“We brought her here for all of us,” one man yells.
“The rules have changed. Get out!” He growls angrily as he pushes one man toward the door.
Another man takes one last attempt to touch me and the tall guy goes ballistic and punches him hard three times in the face. After a lot of pushing, shoving, and arguing, the men finally leave. He locks the door behind him and then turns back toward me.
I let myself breathe and then I see arousal flash across his face and my relief is short lived.
Now he’s going to have his fun.
I feel sick.
I can’t do this.
He walks over to the side of the bed and stares down at me. I look at him through blurred vision.
“Drug me,” I whisper as I turn my head away from him. “Knock me out.”
“You don’t want to enjoy me?” he asks flatly.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare at the wall, the tears running down my face. I can’t believe he just asked me that.
I turn back to look at him and my cold eyes hold his. “If you think being raped while tied to a bed is every woman’s fantasy, you’re as dumb as you fucking look.” I sneer.
His face remains emotionless. He bends and begins to untie one of my feet. He loosens it and I just want to kick him in the head.
Stop it. Wait until you are completely free, I remind myself. He moves to my other foot and unties it and I bring my legs together instantly. Ouch, I’m sore from being stretched out for so long. I wait patiently while he undoes one wrist and then he moves to the other and frees me completely.
I sit up and instantly grab the blanket to cover my body. “Where are my clothes?” I whisper with shame.
He shrugs, turns to face away from me, and takes his shirt off over his head. “I don’t know. I don’t care. Get out.”
He’s finished with me.
Hatred drips through my every pore. Unable to help myself, I push him hard in the back. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I snap.
He turns on me like the devil himself and I instinctively flinch away from him.
“Be very careful, Miss…” He pauses for effect. “Roshelle.”
“Is this how you get your pathetic kicks? Kidnapping and raping girls?” I murmur.
His lip curls in disgust. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I glare at him.
“You don’t have what I want.” He smirks sarcastically as his eyes drop down my naked body and I try to cover myself with my hands. “I like my women to be…” He pauses again. “Women.”