Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“We are going to leave your daughter tied up to the bed like this until we hear from you. We’ll take turns using her mouth tonight, then we’ll move to her pussy in the morning and finally to her ass by the afternoon. If you’re lucky, she might be recognizable by the time we get done with her,” Wes says into the camera before Trey turns it off.
Fear spirals out of control inside of me and I actually think they might leave me here like this, but as soon as Declan is done tucking himself back into his pants, he leans down and starts to untie my wrist. Wes appears on the other side freeing my other wrist. Neither one of them looks at me or says a single word. Both of them are still stone-faced and emotionless which scares the shit out of me. How do they do this? Act unphased by the things that they do to me? I rub my wrists, the restraints having dug into my skin a little.
I glance over at Trey who is also ignoring me, busying himself getting the SD card out of the camera. “I’m sending this now,” he murmurs before leaving the room.
Wes and Declan pull me to my feet at Trey’s exit. My knees are weak, and I almost fall when they tug me forward. They drag me out of the room and back to the cell. I shiver with each step, my mind and body confused. My body wants to give in to the pleasure, but my mind knows how wrong it is, how fucked up it is. These men are the enemy, my captors. I shouldn’t want them, shouldn’t crave their touch.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I whisper when we pass the door. They come to an abrupt stop and release me.
“Two minutes,” Wes tells me sternly, and I hurry into the bathroom. I do my business quickly and then wash my hands and my face. I rinse out my mouth and drink straight from the faucet before taking a long look in the mirror. I’m completely naked, my blonde hair is uncombed and looks like a bird is residing in it, my normally pink lips are swollen, and my cheeks are flushed.
I look like a mess…and oddly I like the way I look right now… like a sexy siren.
Shaking my head at the ridiculous thought, I step out of the bathroom realizing that I must have been in there much longer than two minutes. Wes is standing in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest, but he doesn’t say anything. I look down the hall noticing Declan’s now absent. I wonder where he went? Not that I should care. I should be glad he’s gone.
“Come on, it’s time to go back to your cell.” Wes nods toward the end of the hallway and I walk in front of him until I reach the cell door. I pause briefly, my body unwilling to go back into the cell.
“Do I have to spend the night in here?” I shift on my feet uncomfortably.
“Would you rather spend the night tied up to the bed in the other room?”
“No…I…” I would rather spend it in your bed. I think to myself, unable to let the words actually cross my lips.
“That’s what I thought,” Wes chides and nudges me into the cell before shutting the door behind me. The lock turns and a sudden feeling of loneliness washes over me. I know that today is going to be far worse than yesterday. How, I don’t know, but I just feel it, the ache in my chest growing a little more with each day that I’m here.
I pick up the shirt from the floor and pull it back on. Then I unfold one of the blankets and wrap myself up in it Curling up on the padded floor, I use the other blankets as a pillow. As I lay down, I pull my legs to my chest, the movement reminding me of the dull ache that still resides between my legs. For a second, I actually consider reaching a hand down between my thighs to get myself off. What the fuck? It’s a strange thing to be feeling.
I’ve never been so confused in my life. Why am I not terrified of them? I mean, I’m scared but not as much as I should be, which is fucked up. I should be begging for them to let me go, trying my hardest to escape, fighting them, crying, and yet I’m not. I don’t understand why their touch comforts and turns me on instead of disgusting me. I have to be losing my mind. The thought makes me laugh out loud. I guess if I’m losing my mind, a padded cell is the right place to be.