Home? What do they mean by home? Where are they going to take me?
I start to thrash against my captor, but he is stronger. My thrashing only annoys him as I feel his breath on my neck.
“We can do this the hard way or the easy way,” he says. Panic courses through me as I drop my weight and go limp to try and slip out of his grip. “Hard way it is then,” he says as he grips my ankle.
I kick my legs, my foot connects with his face, and he grunts as he rips me toward him and grips my arms. The man pulls me to my feet and wraps his arm around me, holding me in place against his chest. I hit and scratch at whatever I can. He rips my head to the side, and I scream as I feel him bite into my neck. My scream dies in my throat as black dots dance before my vision, and everything around us becomes dull. I try to force my eyes open as I feel them start to droop. What did he just do to me? My last thoughts fade as darkness envelops me.
E
velyn
Groaning, I sit up. My hand instantly goes to my head as I feel a migraine coming on. Man, I had the strangest dream. I rub my eyes and look around my room. Only… it isn’t my room. The startling reality of my dream comes back to me, and I realize it wasn’t a dream.
“‘Bout time you woke up. You have been asleep for hours,” says a voice behind me.
I spin around on the bed and come face to face with inhuman black eyes, watching me. Panic grips me as I throw myself off the bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. The man walks around the bed towards me, and the door opens, making my eyes dart to it. In walks the other man from the alleyway.
“Stay away from me,” I tell them, trying to find an escape with my hands out.
My neck is searing with pain when I turn my head to look for a window. My hand goes to my neck, and I feel blood staining my fingers. The man with hypnotic green eyes leans against the doorframe, watching, and I suddenly feel trapped and claustrophobic. I back up, only to come in contact with a dresser; the objects on the top rattle and something falls off.
“I am Thaddeus, that is Ryland, and we mean you no harm,” says the man leaning on the door.
“You bit me,” I say, looking at the man with black eyes. His chest is bare, and I can’t stop my eyes from wandering down his chest to his abs and v-line as it escapes into the waistband of his pants. The man clears his throat and I shake my head, snapping myself out of the weird daze that comes over me.
“You done checking me out?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
I feel my face heat as a blush spreads across my cheeks. “I wasn’t,” I stutter, and he moves toward me.
That very moment, panic seizes me. I have no idea where I am, what to do, or where to run, so I take the most logical route at hand – I run toward the door in the room’s corner. As soon as I reach it, I throw it open and run through it. When I realize it is a closet and not a bathroom with a window to use as an escape, I curse under my breath.
I hear a knock on the door and soon after, comes the man’s amused voice on the other side of the door.
“Knock, knock,” he says, and I feel panic grip me.
Looking around the walk-in, I find nothing useful to aid in my escape. I notice a metal bar with clothes hung on it and yank it, ripping it from its braces. The clothes slide off and land softly on the floor. Backing up, I face the door.
He knocks again, and my heart skips a beat as I watch the door handle twist. I swing the bar when it opens, aiming for his head, but hit his shoulder. He grips the bar, yanking me towards him, and I bring my knee up, hitting him between the legs.
He groans, clutching his now aching balls. I grab the pole and dart past him, only for him to catch my ankle. I fall face-first onto the carpet with a soft thud, knocking the air from my lungs. The other man is watching from the door, amused, which angers me as I roll on my back.
The man’s grip on my ankle tightens as he drags me toward him, and I raise my other foot, kicking him in the chest. He reaches out, snaring my other foot in his vice-like grip, holding it to the floor before shoving my legs apart and pressing his body between my thighs.
“Keep fighting. I love it when they struggle,” he says, and I feel his erection press into me. Lifting my head, I headbutt him, instantly regretting it as my head throbs, realizing I hurt myself more than him. His lip is bleeding while I feel like I just head-butted a brick wall.
“She is a feisty little one,” he mutters, wiping his lip, while I continue to struggle against him.
I see Orion walk in, pushing past the man standing at the door watching the scene in front of him unfold.
“What are you doing? Get off her,” he says, shoving his shoulder.
“Well, fucking help, then. Where have you been anyway?” the man asks Orion.
The man hops off me and I scramble to sit up when Orion grabs my face. I feel fog slip over me, but I try to shake it off.
“Don’t be scared. We won’t hurt you,” he says, as I feel a wave of ease rush over me; all fear leaves me as I look at his dazzling eyes, hypnotized by his words. He lets go of my face, and I lean back, his face searching mine.