His dark eyes dance with delight. “My tongue did.”
My eyes widen in horror.
He bends and kisses me and I buck off the bed to try and get him off me.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers. “A sweet smelling pu*s*sy tied open for my gaze is something that I can’t resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.” He lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as his hand slides back up my body.
“Let’s get one thing straight.” He sneers.
I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him and he grabs my face and drags my eyes to meet his.
“I’m the boss here.”
I glare at him.
“You do what I want, when I want.”
“Like fu*ck I do,” I whisper angrily.
He smiles an evil smile.
I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.
“Go to Hell,” I whisper.
“I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”
His eyes hold mine before he stands and pulls a t-shirt over his head and zips up his jeans. He walks toward the door.
“Where…. where are you going?” I stammer.
“Out,” he grunts.
I look around the cold room. “You can’t leave me here like this. Please. Please let me go. Untie me.” I shake my head in a panic. “I won’t say anything to anyone. I swear, I won’t.”
His eyes hold mine for a moment before he turns toward the door again.
“I’m cold. Please. Let me get some clothes on,” I plead.
Without a care or one smidgen of remorse, he disappears out the door. It clicks as he turns the lock from the outside.
Silence.
The sound of my breath quivers through the air. I pant as I try to control my erratic heartbeat. Petrified tears of despair roll down my cheeks.
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 bre@st and another puts his hand between my legs.
“No,” I whisper. “Please, no.”
“Hands off.” The tall man growls. “Get out.”
“Fu*ck off, man. You’ve had your fun. It’s our turn.” He unzips his pants and holds his *** 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 bre@st 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.”
My heart drops.
Of all the things he could have said.
His words cut me like a knife and my thoughts go to Todd, my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, now. I obviously wasn’t woman enough for him, either. I drop my head as sadness steals the air from my lungs. Just shut up and get out of here. He drops his pants and his large erection hangs heavily between his legs. He walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower.
I stand still as I try to regain some sort of composure. The tears are running down my face. I have never been so humiliated in all of my life.