Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
In fact, he doesn’t appear to be bothered by it at all. It’s like he doesn’t even feel pain.
"Keep fighting, my little dove. It makes my cock hard as steel, because we both know that soon you will submit to me.” He smirks at me.
I tilt back to keep as much distance between us as I can. Even if I want to give up, to sit here and wait for death to find me, my brain's first instinct is to do something, to formulate a plan. I’m not a quitter. Never have been.
Then fight back. If you’re going to die, at least do it with some dignity.
He continues to drag me across the carpet, and the skin on my knees burns while I gather the strength to stand. I swallow a hiss of pain and know the only way I can fight back is if I get to my feet. My legs ache with the effort as I shove off the floor. I’m wobbly, and any semblance of balance is gone, but I don’t let it stop me.
“Please don’t…” I plead, even though begging has never worked in the past.
“Why? It’s more fun to watch you struggle.” He laughs.
For every stepforward he takes, I try to pull us backwards, at least slowing our progress. I grit my teeth against a wave of nausea clawing up my throat, the jarring movements making it worse.
I can’t give up, not yet.
Then suddenly, his hold on my arms disappears.
What the hell? With both hands he takes me by the shoulders and presses his thumbs deep into my collarbone. Searing pain radiates through my chest, and limbs, immobilizing me.
He tilts his head to the side, a sinister smile tugging at his lips. "I was trying to be nice, but you don’t like nice, do you?”
“Stop, you’re hurting me,” I cry out as he digs his thumbs in a little harder.
“Hurting you? All I wanted to do was give you a shower, but since you don’t want a shower I guess we can get right to it.”
He releases me with a shove, and my legs give out on me, and I fall to the floor, landing on my knees. Pain ripples up my thighs from the impact, and I clench my jaw to stop from whimpering.
Like a lion, he pounces on me. "Is that what you want, Ely? Would you rather have my cock than a shower?”
No. Stall. Find a way.
I duck my head, and tuck my chin to my chest, stopping the resistance. "Yes, no, please… I’m sorry. A shower sounds…” I gulp hard and try not to puke again. "It sounds nice."
Knowing that’s what he wants to hear and that I play into his fantasy so well makes me want to cry. I barely manage to blink back tears. If I start crying again, he’ll claim victory. Tears only mean he’s getting what he wants, that he’s breaking me down.
"That was my thought as well, but I don’t know that you deserve a shower. Not after the little fit you threw.” His fingers clasp my chin, and even if my instinct is to pull away, I don’t.
I let him touch me, because if I have any chance at surviving I need him to believe me. Believe I want this. I want him.
“Please…” I cringe, my insides tightening to the point of pain. “I’m sorry. It’s just…a lot has happened. I… I missed you.”
It’s a lie. A terrible lie I hate uttering, but if I can make him believe me then my chances of escape grow.
“Is that right, Little Dove? You missed me?”
I lift my head and look him in the eyes, “Yes. I missed you.”
Something soft flickers in his eyes, and then it’s gone. “Fine. Let me wash you, and then you can show me just how much you’ve missed me.”
I flinch at his response, but he doesn't appear to notice as we stumble into the bathroom together, him partially carrying me.
The bathroom is grungy to say the least, with only one out of the four lightbulbs above the mirror working. A shower stall in the corner barely fits us both and he steps inside first, fully clothed. I breathe through my nose and try to remain calm.
Reaching for me, he rips the scraps of shirt and my underwear off my hips. I squeeze my eyes closed, sinking deep into the confines of my mind to ignore what is happening in the present, like I used to all the other times he got his hands on me.
"I always forget how beautiful you are," he whispers against my neck and his erection digs into my ass. Please…if there is a God out there…spare me from this evil man.
He turns the handle for the water, and it stutters out in an uneven spray directly on my face. I sputter and gasp for air while he lets the water choke me.