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He doesn’t say anything, but now I know why my kidnapper isn’t much of a talker. Daniel isn’t a talker.
My lower lip trembles at the thought.
How has everything gone so wrong?
He reaches in, capturing my ankle with his hand, and I panic. Images of what I saw happen in the camp cabin flood me, and horrors of what I didn’t see haunt me even more. What did Michael do to Laura and Billy?
No! No!
I can’t let this happen. It’s wrong; he’s all wrong.
My foot connects with his shoulder, causing him to stagger back, and a look of bewilderment crosses his face.
He didn’t expect me to fight.
Shit,now he’s mad, like mad, mad, but even now, with his face twisted with rage as he comes toward me, something inside me tells me he won’t kill me.
I’d say my heart, but how stupid would that be?
Daniel reaches inside the cab, but he doesn’t go for me this time. He reaches for his belt on the dash.
Fuck, not again.My inner thighs still hurt, the pain now more of a constant heat. It doesn’t help that my jeans have been rubbing the sensitive skin. The heat was quick to travel up each of my thighs, settling and meeting in the middle.
Every time it starts to lessen, my pants rub, and I’m reminded of what he did . . . of what I let him do. Of what I wanted him to do.
Even now, as his hand wraps around my leg much tighter than before, my mind screams how wrong this is while my body wants to do so much more.
I let out a quick, short, surprised scream as he pulls me across the bench seat and wraps the belt around my ankles, securing it with the metal buckle before I even sit up.
Daniel gives my bound feet a quick shake. Confused, I blink up at him only to find him glaring. Brow furrowed, he meets my gaze as he raises a pointed finger. “No,” he reprimands. His voice is low and growly. Rough, like he’s used it too much. It’s different without the mask and voice modulator, but it still rolls through me, igniting every nerve.
I shiver as he pulls me out of the truck and throws me over his shoulder. Shame washes over me because I know the cold night air piercing through my sweater has nothing to do with my body’s reaction.
But even with the guilt and shame I feel, I know as we head toward the building behind the house that I won’t try to stop whatever is coming.
I won’t be able to, and deep down, in a place that I will never share with anyone aloud, I know I don’t want to.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Daniel
I barely spare a glance over the property to check for any threats. The sound of water gently lapping at the shore is lower than I know it should be.
For the first time since I was a small child, I’m unable to focus on more than one thing at a time and keep track of everything around me.
I’m at the mercy of my brother, the only person I have ever trusted to have my back.
The weight wiggling on my shoulder is the only thing I can think of. The way she smells, and the sound she makes as her fists hit my back, like she’s putting all her effort into it. I try not to laugh, as I barely feel her attack. A quick tap to her ass soon calms her.
Walking toward the outbuilding, I catch sight of movement from the corner of my eye. The curtain falls into place at the living room window before I can see a face.
Someone is awake. I don’t need to look over again to know it was our mother. I have long since suspected that she knew who I was and what I encourage my brothers to be, too. Helen’s insistence to come to the cabin for a family Halloween bonding session only confirmed my suspicion.
Michael can deal with her, at least for tonight.
My stride doesn’t falter as I kick the outhouse door open, my hands too busy holding her squirming hips. Charlotte continues to fight me, even if only halfheartedly.
The one-room building is dark as we enter, but I know this room like the back of my hand. I use it every Halloween.
