Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Try me,” I challenged her.
She licked her lips.
“I remember.”
My eyes slammed shut, and I shuttered at the remembrance of just what exactly she could ‘remember.’
“What do you ‘remember’?” I whispered gruffly.
Her eyes lifted from the contemplation of my chest, and she gasped for air.
“What you did for me. The night you found me. What you did. I remember. Everything,” she choked out.
My eyes closed, remembering the horror of seeing Raven that way, but also remembering how she felt in my arms as I carried her out of that nightmare.
Her eyes filled with tears as she relived the memories of that time.
“He tortured me. It wasn’t the same way as he tortured July, but he did it all the same,” she confirmed my worst fears.
“I sure as hell won’t ever forget that night,” I said gruffly.
She shook her head, refusing to give me any more information than what she already had.
I moved forward until there was only a breath separating her from me.
She leaned forward and rested her head against my chest, my heart thumping with the emotion of that night and this one.
Chapter 7
Why are there so many warning labels on things? What happened to survival of the fittest?
-Wolf’s secret thoughts
Raven
1 year ago
I peeled open my eyes.
In a different place, again.
Wonderful.
“Let me out, your stupid asshole!” I screamed, my voice raw and unsteady.
That was usual for me.
It wasn’t very often that I knew where I was anymore.
Jensen liked to drug me and move me where he wanted me.
He also liked to incapacitate me and do things to my body when he couldn’t get it from anyone else.
I, of course, deserved it.
I’d given him access to my body before, so why wouldn’t he be able to keep accessing it, right?
Then I viciously shut that thought down.
Jesus Christ! This was not okay. Him touching me while I was drugged out of my mind was not okay!
I didn’t want this!
I was on my knees, naked, my hands tied above my head, holding my body up even though everything inside of me wanted to collapse in exhaustion on the floor. And he had a vibrator strapped to me.
My stomach churned at what was happening to me.
“Fuck!” I heard Jensen cry from the side of the room. “We gotta go. We’re fucking surrounded by cops.”
“Those aren’t cops,” Barrett, the other captor in this whole fucked up mess, explained. “Are you done with your play toy? Can we go?”
“Yeah, we can go,” Jensen said. Then he dropped down to his haunches across from me, his eyes level with mine. “You saw what happened to July.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement. A threat.
I nodded in confirmation.
It was likely something I’d never forget.
I’d seen the whole thing, and it tore at my heart, even all this time later.
But, time was relative when you were kidnapped.
When you had nothing else to do but sit there and think, the passage of time became so inconsequential that it was nearly humorous.
Nearly.
Jensen got up and started across the room and tears started to leak out of my eyes.
The tears weren’t for Jensen.
They were for me.
For the fact that, yet again, he was going to leave me hanging.
Only this time he was leaving me hanging with an end in sight. That end being the possibility of discovery, of rescue. The possibility of others seeing me in this position, seeing what Jensen was doing to me, seeing my shame.
A possibility that became a reality not five minutes later when the darkest, most beautiful man I had ever seen entered.
His eyes zeroed in on me.
In an instant, he had me catalogued.
Hands above my head. Naked as the day I was born. Vibrator shoved up my vagina being held in place with a black belt.
My eyes closed in mortification as the man came straight to me while ordering everyone else out of the room.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded my head, my heart practically galloping in my chest.
Could he hear the vibrator?
I knew he could.
It was near impossible for him not to hear it.
He dropped to his knees so his eyes were level with mine.
“Can I remove it?” the man with the black eyes and the intimidating set of shoulders asked me.
My eyes lifted to his, and the blush of my humiliation burned on my cheeks.
I nodded my head.
“Please,” I croaked, my voice cracking.
He next went to work removing the belt and pulling out the vibrator. Then went on to the bindings on my hands and quickly untied me. He pulled off the shirt he was wearing and wrapped it around my naked body, lifting me into his arms and swiftly carrying me out of hell.
And then he held me while I cried.
The tap tap tap of someone knocking had me jolting in bed, and I looked around in confusion at my surroundings.
That’s when I realized that I wasn’t by myself in my bed. I was on top of someone.