Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Going somewhere?” I’d know that dark and menacing voice anywhere. It rarely spoke in my presence, but the chill that stole over my body was a solid reminder. Blade.
I looked up into brown eyes narrowed to black, angry slits. His brown hair was freshly shorn, just shy of a buzz-cut, the scar across his left cheek angry and red under the yellow lights behind the motel.
“Uh, just getting some fresh air. That’s all.”
“Wrong answer.” Blade pulled his hand back into a big meaty fist and let it loose. It landed right on my left eye, sending me to the cold, damp pavement.
I heard him say, “I knew you’d be trouble,” as my head bounced for the second time. His words were low and even, no hint that he was angry enough to strike, but there I was with stars swimming behind my eyes as I tried to stand.
“I should have kept you for myself, chained you up and disciplined like the whore you are,” he hissed.
“Ow!” I said as Blade grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me across the bumpy black pavement.
“But business is business and I made a deal,” he said, scraping my skin every inch of the way as we traveled around the building and back to my room.
“Now look where we are.”
He untangled his fist from my hair and I fell to the ground, giving me a moment to catch my breath while he opened the door to my room. Then one thick hand wrapped around my throat and lifted me in the air. He tossed me on the bed and for the first time in months, a smile touched his lips. Maybe it was a smile or a grimace, I couldn’t tell, but whatever expression was on his face, he was happy to be where we were at this moment. “Just fucking look at where we are, Savannah.”
I tried to scramble to the other side of the bed, but Blade was faster than he looked. He wrapped a hand around my ankle and yanked me back to him.
“Please,” I shouted, and then he laughed, low and deep. And terrifying.
“Oh beg, please, beg. It gets me so fucking hard.” He tore at my clothes until they were in shreds around me, and I prepared myself for the invasion of his cock.
“Oh no, it won’t be quite that quick.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he picked me up by the throat again and punched me, once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. Each one landing on the same spot, the right ribs, until I was screaming and begging, shouting in pain. “Stop! Please!”
He dropped me, and I coughed hard. Every attempt to get oxygen into my lungs produced a searing pain where those punches had landed.
“You think you can leave?” Another fist landed dead center in my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. “The only way you leave is in a trash bag.”
“Blade,” I screamed hoarsely when his left hand wrapped around my throat again and squeezed tight enough that black spots formed on the outer edges of my vision.
He dropped me back onto the bed and unleashed his cock, big and angry and thick as he stroked it with an evil look in his eyes. He looked down at me and smiled before he slapped my face.
“You belong to me, bitch. You leave when I say you can leave. You fuck when I tell you to fuck.” He slapped me again, this time with the back of his hand. “You don’t bust a nut unless I tell you to. Got it bitch?”
I didn’t answer fast enough, and he slapped me again just for the hell of it.
He let go of his angry cock and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Spread your legs. Let me see that cunt.” I spread my legs and he snapped a picture. “Keep those legs spread wide and pinch your tits.”
I reluctantly raised my shaking hands to my breasts and pinched my nipples. Blade slapped me and growled, “Like this. I want those titties hard and screaming.”
He pinched my nipple so hard I cried out. I frantically pinched and rolled my nipples while he took some pictures, or even videos. I wasn’t sure.
I nodded furiously, wincing only slightly when his thick cock invaded me, scraping painfully against my bone dry walls.
“You like it bitch. Tell me you like it,” he commanded, punctuating his words with another slap. Camera pointed to his cock.
“I. Like. It.” My eyes slammed shut against the invading pain of Blade pumping hard and deep, thrusting until there was enough moisture for his enjoyment.
This is it. This is how it ends. He’s going to kill me on camera.
He thrust and grunted. Smacking each time his cock slid to the hilt just in case there was one fucking moment of enjoyment in this for me. Which, of course, there wasn’t.