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Shah all but dragged me into the room and my heart sank even more when the guards stayed in the hall. Then the guards reached in and pulled the doors closed, leaving just Shah and I inside, the plush carpet and curtains leaving us in muted silence.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I whirled around and pulled on the door, but it didn’t budge. Shah was suddenly behind me, his hand wrapped around my stomach and he pulled me against him, breathing into my hair, smelling it.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” I hissed and tried to pull away.
He chuckled, but only gripped me tighter. “So feisty. I like that in a woman.” He pulled us further into the room and he finally released his grip, causing me to stumble forward and brace myself against the desk. I swallowed hard, looking towards the windows.
He walked over to a bar cart and poured me a drink, watching me eye the windows. “They don’t open.” He grinned a reptilian smile, pleased with the look in my eyes.
He set a drink down on the desk, and he stepped back and leaned against the bookshelf, and motioned to the drink. I felt a small wave of relief at the distance between us.
“I’m not thirsty.” I ground out.
His eyes narrowed. “Drink.”
My chest heaved, and I sprinted towards the doors. I yanked the handles, and they didn’t budge, so I banged on the door and started screaming for help.
Shah casually stayed where he was. “No one’s coming to help you, sweetheart.” His voice got low and aggressive. He looked at me like a predator sizing up prey once again. “I said drink,” He snapped, saying it with such force that I knew there would be consequences if I did not.
But something inmesnapped, and I became enraged. “I said I’m not fucking thirsty.” I pointed at the door. “Let me out.” I screamed it at him, but I could tell it only thrilled him more.
Fuming, I launched myself at one of the ornate vases sitting on a decorative column, and I pushed it onto the floor. It crashed to the ground, shattering into dozens of little shards.
“I said, let me the fuck out.” I shouted at him as I moved to the next one.
“You’re going to regret that.” He growled. In a flash, he’d crossed the room and grabbed me, dragging me to the desk. He shoved me against the desk and pulled off my mask. I suddenly felt so vulnerable and exposed. “That’s what I thought, my little plaything from the desert.” He took off his own mask and chuckled. “That vase was very expensive. I’ll expect you to pay for what you damaged.” His fingers trailed over my bare shoulders.
I spit on him, and I suddenly became afraid as I sensed the animalistic shift in his temperament.
In a flash, he backhanded me across the face, and I stumbled back. Before I could right myself, he’d grabbed me by the hair and snarled in my face. “I didn’t get to play with my toy in the desert. I do have a delightful video, but I think I’d like to try you out for myself.”
I screamed and struggled against him, but I couldn’t budge.
He shoved the glass towards me again. “Drink.” He growled with venom in his voice.
Trembling, I picked up the glass, but I didn’t drink it, but I thought maybe playing along would buy me some time. Time for what I wasn’t sure, hopefully for Mason to show up. I eyed the alcohol in the glass and debated pouring it out, but decided that might not be in my best interest. I could sense an even bigger explosion coming under his already boiling exterior, and I didn’t want to egg him on.
He grabbed his own drink and threw back the rest of it, and then before I knew what was happening, his hand was forcing my glass up to my lips and his other hand was wound through my hair ripping my head back. I couldn’t help the cry that escaped my lips at the surprise and the sting of pain as he gripped my skull by the hair.
“Drink, you fucking bitch.” He growled at me, and pressed the glass to my lips, tipping the entirety of it into my mouth, and I choked as he poured the alcohol down my throat. It caught me by such surprise that to my horror I involuntarily swallowed the volume of it, and sputtered out the rest, coughing.
It was all flooding down on me at once, the feeling of liquid in my lungs, the burn of it, the sound of his voice, it triggered something in me. Suddenly, I was right back in that cell, about to drown again.
I lurched against him, but couldn’t budge under his grip. His body pinned me against the desk, one hand still controlling me by the hair, and the other now gripped my wrist so tight the circulation was being cut off.
“I think I’ll start now. I like a little fight before it kicks in.” His breath was hot against my cheek as he laughed.
I was panicking; I was thrashing against him, and I couldn’t fully process what he meant. Before what kicks in? Suddenly, I gasped at the realization that he’d drugged me. I tried to fight against him, and because I hadn’t eaten much, I think the drugs had started to hit me, or maybe it was the panic and I was just losing a grip on reality. I wasn’t sure which. My head got fuzzy and my legs felt wobbly beneath me.
He whirled me around and shoved my face onto the desk, holding me down by the neck and I felt the fullness of him press against me as his hands raked up my dress and he shoved the fabric up over my hips.
His breathing was thick and heavy as I screamed and struggled against him, feeling myself getting weaker and weaker by the moment.
“Such a little slut, I see.” He was pleased by my red lingerie. Then I heard the sharp ring of his zipper. “There, there, you won’t even remember this tomorrow.”
I felt a hot tear slip down my cheek as I surrendered to what was about to happen.
Suddenly, two gunshots sounded. It was loud and yet it sounded so far away in my mind.
