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“You need to be careful. I wonder what your precious Noah would think if he was to see you hanging to your death. That pretty neck of years at an odd angle.” He squeezed tightly, cutting off her air, and she tried not to panic, but it was no good, not for her. No air, fear, and wanting to escape, and she was fighting to breathe.
Denison just laughed.
The moment he let her go, she started to gasp for breath, enjoying the delicious oxygen.
“From the moment I saw you in those rooms, I knew I wanted you. I couldn’t believe Mitch had picked you up.” Denison stroked a finger down her cheek. “You’re so strong. So sure of yourself.”
“You picked me out?” she asked.
If she got him talking, it might give Noah time to come and get her.
“Yes. It’s how he knew to take you. I was the one that wanted you. I told him I’d be able to break you given the time.”
“Where was I?” she asked.
What were you supposed to do with kidnappers? Appeal to their human side? To let them know you were human and had a lot of feelings?
Could she do that?
She licked her dry lips, so thirsty all of a sudden. She didn’t know if she had the strength to fight Denison off.
“You were coming out of the library. Your head in a book and completely oblivious to the world. The next time I saw you, you were in the bakery, and you didn’t take time to order. You knew what you wanted, asked for it, and left. No one got in your way, and the moment I saw you, I knew that given the right training, you would be perfect.”
“You want to train me?” She felt sick to her stomach.
The way he stroked her cheek at the same way as holding her neck, the threat there, it scared her. This man wasn’t right in the head, nowhere near close.
You can do this.
Give Noah time.
Even as she shook, she placed a hand on his chest. “How would you like to train me? To be perfect for you?”
She hoped he didn’t see the tears in her eyes or the pain in her voice. The only person she wanted right this second was Noah.
Please, Noah, please, save me.
“You think I don’t see what you’re doing.” Denison caught her hand, giving it a twist. “I’m a fucking cop. I know all the tricks women use. Thinking they’re victims. You know how many women claim to have men rape them? Fucking whores, the lot of them. They need to know their place.”
“Where is their place?”
“At men’s feet. At their mercy.” He gave her wrist another tug, putting her to her knees before him. “All women should know to worship a man. To be there ready for him when he comes home.”
She tried to pull away from him, especially as he started to loosen his pants. Screaming for help, she let all pretense slip away and allowed the panic and fear to flood her entire body.
It was the biggest mistake of her life.
One little twist and Denison broke her arm, and the pain was so real as he grabbed her body. She curled up in a ball, and much to her surprise, he lifted her up, carrying her into a room.
He dropped her to the floor, closed the door, and the echo of the lock reverberated around her brain.
Come on, Skye. You can do this. You can fight this.
As he tore at her clothes, she felt herself start to splinter apart. The pain filled every single part of her, flooding her with fear.
Denison tore at her panties, and then, he held her head in place. She snarled at him, showing him her teeth, doing anything she could think of to keep him away. He laughed.
“You’re so cute. Okay, I see where this is going. The threat of biting off my dick.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Let’s see.” He stepped away, and she was just thankful to be left alone. Collapsing to the floor, she held her arm, trying not to have a panic attack, not to do anything other than stay calm.
