Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I raised my arms to undo it, my fingers clawing at the straps to rip it free from my throat so I could breathe.
He quickly wrenched my hands down, pulling them behind my back and securing them with something cold and hard that bit into the delicate skin of my wrists.
Fear clawed through me as I tried to fight him, tried to pull my wrists away, but it was no use.
He'd handcuffed me!
I screamed out in frustration and fear, and I swore I could hear his low laugh, muffled by the hood.
"Calm yourself, little kitten. You'll only make it worse. You can't stop this, so you may as well enjoy it." His voice sounded so far away.
Then his hands were on me, pulling my head to the side so he could press his face to the hood.
I could just make out his muffled words from the other side of the thick fabric, but it didn’t distract me from his hands running from my back, up my arms and around to my breasts where he pinched my nipples, sending a sharp shock of pain through me and straight to my still-pulsing core.
"I know you enjoyed coming on the gun you stole from me. I can see how wet your cunt is, and you completely lost yourself to the adrenaline and fear."
He'd found the gun. Which could only mean one thing: he'd not only been to my apartment but had searched through my meager possessions to find it.
"No," I denied. Over and over, I rejected his words and the truth they held.
Seconds later, I was lifted off the floor.
His broad, warm shoulder pressed into my soft skin as my body was turned upside down.
He threw me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes or something. Blood rushed to my head, and my ribs ached with every step he took, jostling me around.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
He was carrying me out of the club—naked and handcuffed.
Everyone was going to see the evidence of what we had done… no, what he had done to me.
My ass was still hot from the belting, my thighs still wet from what he had done with the pistol. It didn't matter how hard I clenched my thighs together, they would know.
Panic clawed its way up my chest when I realized it didn't matter what they saw.
It was going to be the last they ever saw of me.
Pavel was taking me to a second location.
I had listened to enough true crime podcasts to know what that meant.
There was absolutely no way this ended well for me.
All the times I had cursed my wretched lot in life crashed over me. But no matter how bad it sometimes got, I wanted to live. I didn't want to die in some ditch, discarded like trash. That was not how I was going to die, at least not without a fight. I thrashed and kicked, but it only earned me a sharp smack on my already sore ass.
"No," I cried out, ignoring the pain and the way the hood over my head muffled everything. He probably couldn't hear me, but I didn't care. I had to try. "Please, my grandmother depends on me. I have obligations, responsibilities. You can't do this. My grandmother needs me."
Breath sawing in and out of my lungs, I tried to kick out, succeeding only in prompting his arm to tighten around my knees, pressing my legs to his body.
I tried using my shoulders and what little core strength I had—anything to make it impossible for him to keep a hold on me, but it didn't matter.
My skin was suddenly covered in warm fabric before a rush of cold air hit me.
He was taking me outside.
Muffled voices reached me through the hood over my head, but the words were indiscernible.
Then I was tossed onto a car seat, the leather soft and cool against my bare skin. It even soothed the fiery heat across my ass. The hood felt tighter; the way I landed pulled at the buckle around my throat.
It became harder to breathe. Beads of sweat ran down my face, stinging my eyes as I tried to wriggle myself to the other side of the car.
The seat below me vibrated as the engine started, and the doors all slammed shut with deafening thuds. Someone was in the back with me as the car pulled away.
There was no escape.
Despite that, I tried to talk, to plead, to beg for my life. I couldn't make out any response.
"Please, I'll do anything. Please, don't kill me."
Warm hands wrapped around my ankles, and I was pulled back across the seat.
Then, I was lifted onto a lap and forced to straddle a man's hips.
I thought it was Pavel, but there was no way to be sure.
I could barely smell some kind of cologne through the hood, but I wasn't sure if it was Pavel, or his cologne still on my skin, or even the hood itself.