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Slowly, he withdrew himself, his cum leaking in the process.
I bit my bottom lip.
It was one of the most intense sexual experiences in my life. And his promise of ruining me remained in my mind, lingering, replaying like a broken record. All I could think about was how desperately I needed that.
And how much a part of me hoped he’d never get caught and we could stay here forever.
I’m coming for you, Bambi.
I’ve waited enough.
It looks to me like you want me to catch you.
Do you want me to catch you?
XV
STORM
I stared at the reflection in the mirror.
My entire neck, chest and stomach were covered in hickies. I didn’t know when half of them had gotten there. They weren’t painful to the touch, but they would remain on my body for quite a while. The deep shade of purple made my cheeks heat up.
I glanced down.
I had to disinfect the bite on my inner thigh. It formed a bruise around, but the bleeding had stopped last night. Now, it was aching, and as soon as I touched it, I winced. It was definitely a wound that needed to be taken care of properly, but I lacked the means.
I brought my gaze back up, staring at the unknown woman in front of me.
My hair was very dry, the ends split and no amount of brushing made it look even remotely decent. I was used to having a hair routine, with multiple masks that made my hair shiny and smooth. But that was the only thing that was out of place.
My usually dry skin didn’t feel tight. In fact, it was as smooth as it would’ve been had I used all my skin care products. I hadn’t used a single thing on my face since I came here, and it was a surprise how good it looked.
I didn’t have bags under my eyes. And that was a surprise, too. I didn’t get a lot of sleep, but I still managed to look well-rested. What the fuck was happening to me?
That was when all the shame hit me, and my eyes swelled with tears.
I slept with a serial killer.
No — I allowed a serial killer to fuck me.
The worst part was that I didn’t regret it in the slightest. For the first time in years, I truly felt alive. He made all the darkest desires come to life, everything I’d been embarrassed of embracing — he brought it to the surface. Although it was only the smallest part of my twisted mind, it still managed to make me feel more alive than ever.
And that was exactly why I felt shame consume me.
Morally, this was wrong. And I was pretty sure this was somehow illegal, too. He kidnapped me, and no matter how good he made me feel, if I got the chance, I would try to escape again, or die trying. I couldn’t stay here.
Being in such close proximity to him made my brain fill with thoughts that no one should be having about someone who did the things he’d done. And the fact that I willingly allowed him to do whatever he wished with me made me ashamed.
However, right now, escaping was impossible.
And I’d made my peace with it.
I was getting worried about my family, about Sierra, too. Ever since I woke up, with an empty spot in the bed beside me, I cried. Was my family okay? Were they worried about me? Were they looking for me? I might not have had the closest relationship with them, but I cherished them dearly.
Sierra, too.
She became a sister by choice, and ever since then, we’ve been each other’s rocks.
