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“Fuck you!” I shout, hopping down the hallway, looking for the kitchen and the biggest knife I can find.
I try two doors before I find the kitchen. The sound of Viktor trying to burst through that bedroom door makes my heart race faster than a Ferrari. I can barely breathe. Adrenaline thunders through my body. Everything feels sharper and clearer even while every part of my body trembles with fear. When he gets through that door… If he takes me to Russia…
“Guiseppina. I am coming for you,” he sing-songs while he continues to slam against the door. Psychopath!
I need to get out of here. Now. Scuttling through the kitchen, I frantically search drawers and cabinets until I find the knives. Grabbing a thick black handle, I almost pass out with relief when I see the long, sharp blade. I quickly cut the zip ties off my hands and feet, then I run, knife in hand, straight for the front door of the surprisingly ordinary and spacious apartment.
I saw other buildings through the window in the kitchen. We must be in a town, which means Viktor lied about no one being able to hear me scream. There are people around. If I can just get outside into the open space—
“You fucking whore!” he roars, venom dripping from the words. His toxicity seeps through the bedroom door and surrounds me, but it only makes me move faster.
There are at least half a dozen bolts on the front door, and I struggle to get a grip on the first one, but my sweaty hands slip right off. I quickly dry them on my dress and manage to get it on the second try. My head swims, my heart pounding so hard I can barely hear Viktor’s thuds and curses. Maybe the drugs are still in my system? Maybe I’m going to pass out again?
Fuck. No.
I won’t let him win.Work faster, Joey!
The crashing sound of Viktor trying to break down the door grows more persistent, louder than the sound of my own heartbeat. Holy fuck! My fingers tremble and slip on the bolts. Then I hear wood splinter from down the hall, and my heart stops beating for a long moment. Shaking my head, I scrabble at the remaining bolts, keeping the knife between my legs, certain Viktor is seconds away from grabbing me.
Just as I turn the last one, Viktor crashes through the door. Heavy footsteps clamor down the hallway. I can’t look behind me. If I see him, I might crumble to pieces. Taking the knife from between my legs, I throw open the door and make a run for it.
My legs tremble, almost giving way as I bolt down the flight of stairs, but sheer terror lends me strength and hastens my escape. Footsteps thunder right behind me, and I scream and drop the knife, watching helplessly as it clatters to the bottom of the stairwell. I scan the floor below, but I’m unable to find it in the dim light. He’s going to get me before I can get out of here. He’s going to take me back to that room. He’s going to—
“There’s no way out of here, you fucking whore,” he yells, and his voice is so close now, footsteps even closer. I can smell his stale breath, and it makes me heave. Tears stream down my face.
No. Please no. I’m almost there.
I stumble on the last few stairs, falling against the exterior door. There are bolts on this one also. Only two, but still too many. I fumble with the first one, heart racing and blood rushing in my ears.
His breath is on my neck. Fingers in my hair. I suck in a shaky breath. Tears blur my vision. His body slams into mine, sandwiching me between him and the door and knocking all the air from my lungs. I gasp for breath.
“Caught you, little whore,” he whispers harshly, his mouth pressed at my ear. Saliva drips from his lips and onto my neck, and my flesh crawls like a million tiny ants scurry beneath my skin.
“No!” I scream, praying that someone might be passing by. Somebody, anybody, might hear me. Opening my mouth to scream again, I gag when his huge meaty hand covers it, choking on his foul stench. Out of desperation, I slam my head back and hit his chin. He mutters curses in Russian and grabs my hair, yanking my head back.
“You will pay for that, you little bitch,” he says with a sneer as he pushes my body flat to the door. Pressing his hard cock against my ass, he grinds on me and groans. Bile fills my mouth and burns my throat as I’m forced to swallow it back down.
Tears sting my eyes.
“You know I said I was going to wait until you were pure?” His sour breath washes over my face, and I screw my eyes shut. I need to think. “I have changed my mind. You let that animal, Maximo, defile you. I think I will also fuck all of your filthy, dirty holes. Then I make you pure again.”
I try to block his vitriol, his taunts. Iwillget out of here. I’m smarter than he is. The knife! It’s here somewhere.
I mumble against his hand, pushing my ass back and gyrating against his cock. Swallowing another mouthful of vomit, I summon my courage. I can do this. I must do this.
“Oh, is this what you wanted all along? You like it rough, little whore?” he says with a sneer, licking a path up my neck to my ear. My entire body shudders, and I guess he thinks I’m enjoying myself because he moans loudly.
“Mmhmm,” I murmur, continuing to grind against him.
“Well, let’s just see how rough you can handle it, because I like when you whores fight back.” Throwing me on the floor, he laughs darkly.
I look up at him, a fake smile on my face as I watch him unfasten his belt while I spread out my hands and search the darkness for my weapon.
He leers at my open thighs, focused on my panties rather than what my hands are doing. “You really are a dirty little whore, Guiseppina.”
“I never said I wasn’t,” I purr as my fingertips creep over the cold tile floor, and a genuine smile spreads over my face at the same time Viktor pulls his dick out of his pants.
He leers at me. “Oh, you want this?”
