Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
He’s silent.
“Very well. I’ll give you a chance, but know this, if you double cross me – there is nowhere in this world you can hide that I won’t find you, and I will find you.”
His words are icy, threatening and terrifying.
I know he means them.
But I also know that I’m not going to betray him.
This is my chance to start again, to find my freedom, and to make something incredible with this show.
This is my way out.
10
One Month Later
We survived the hurricane.
I’m not entirely sure how, but we did.
Then, Marek kept his word, and we went home.
He allowed me to contact Bonnie, and I’ve scheduled a meeting with her and the club this afternoon. Marek is less than pleased with it, but this is the only chance we have of getting this show back on the road and bringing it to life. Marek is rich, and he’s powerful, he doesn’t need the show to survive, but part of me thinks he does it because it brings something different into his world.
Ever since we’ve been back, I have been working my backside off to show him how incredible this can be. He released all of the girls he had in cages, and we recruited new ones, ones that aren’t relying on drugs. We gave them all little caravans to share, and I began their training. They’re all willing to learn and thrilled with the idea of travelling around and preforming. So far, it is going swimmingly.
As for Marek and I, we’re basically the same.
He hasn’t fucked me since the night on the ship, but he also doesn’t treat me like a prisoner any longer. I know this is hard for him, it goes against everything he has ever known, it takes away his power and control, but at the same time I know he can see how incredible this show could be and when it takes off, he’ll understand it was worth it all. At least, I hope that’s what happens.
It will depend on this article Bonnie releases – if she releases it.
“Dammit,” I grunt, as Marek pushes my leg up into the air, stretching it as far as it can go.
We’re practicing before our meeting with the club, and he’s trying to get me to flex more so I can be tied in ribbons and soaring through the damned top of the tent. He wants my legs to stretch further, and so he’s been doing this with me every day, pushing a little harder, adjusting my body to the unfamiliar lengths he wants it to go to.
“You need to work harder,” Marek growls, resting my leg on his shoulder as he leans forward, forcing it back a little.
“At least if you’re going to bend me in these positions,” I grind out, “you could be fucking me.”
He pauses, staring down at me as if I’ve spoken some forbidden words.
God, he’s moody.
Figuring he’ll forget about what I just spat out, I’m taken entirely by surprise when he suddenly lets me go, hauls me up and over his shoulder, and walks out of the tent, causing everyone to stop and stare. Cheeks flushing, I splutter and gasp as he takes me to his RV. Is he going to fuck me? I mean, I wasn’t being serious but I won’t say no.
It feels like lately, he’s not interested in me at all.
“What are you doing?” I protest as he places me down on my feet and then goes rummaging through a closet, looking for something.
He turns toward me, ropes in hand, and then orders me to follow him. I have absolutely no idea what it is he’s doing, but when we get back to the tent, he barks at everyone to leave. Still standing there, shaking my head in confusion, I watch as he lowers the anchor from the ceiling and straps me to it. I’m used to the body brace by now, but I still don’t know what it is he’s expecting me to do.
He doesn’t lift me into the air, instead, he takes the ropes he got from his RV and starts tying them to the brace. Confused, I watch as he brings one side of the rope down and ties it to my ankle, then he moves and does the same on the other side. Then, with one swift pull of the remaining rope, my legs fly apart. He raises me up, just a little, and brings my legs out into the split position until I’m hanging there, my body supported but my legs are his to control.
“What the hell are you doing?” I gasp, as my legs lift slightly higher than my hips.
“Stretching you.”
“No shit,” I gasp, as my ligaments stretch and ache. “It hurts.”
“It won’t for long.”
“I fail to see how because this...”
I’m forced to stop when he secures the rope to a pole nearby and then he’s in front of me, fingers hooking into my leotard and pulling it to the side, exposing my pussy. I gasp, squirming in my restraints, but there isn’t a single thing I can do to stop him. Not that I want to, but this isn’t where I saw this going.