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I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She has become my greatest challenge, like taming a wild filly, I wanted her and was ready to break her spirit. Heat rushed through me, my stomach tightened, and my cock began to ache, strengthening my resolve. Grace was going to be mine.
Chapter 7 - Grace
I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, peered out of the window, and watched every movement in the huge estate like a hawk on the lookout for some form of life, or like a prisoner looking for an escape route, which was the case with me.
It was dark outside, the surrounding lampposts ticked faintly as the bulbs in them lit up.
With a sigh, I dropped the velvet curtains and turned away from the windows. I chewed my lips even harder as I was again confronted with the ugly reality that I was locked in a room that smelled strongly of black roses—musty curtains, dark sheets on the bed, plain dark walls, and only one light bulb that was more like the flicker of a candle flame.
It looked more like some ritual cave than a bedroom.
My heart raced as I stood, one hand on my hip and my shoe tapping nervously against the plush carpet. I had to get out of there, but the very thought of escaping the heavily guarded mansion seemed impossible. Hours had already passed and every attempt to pick the door lock ended in frustration.
I paced up and down the room in despair. I had nothing to lose, but everything to gain. I thought of my mother and hot tears stung my eyes. They rolled down my cheeks, I sniffled and wiped them away. I had to prove that I was brave and strong; I wasn’t ready to believe that I might never see her again.
I hurried to the chest of drawers in the corner of the room. I needed something, anything, that could help me to break the door lock. I opened the first drawer, and a large moth flew out.
“Jesus!”
I staggered and stumbled backward and fell hard on my butt. I couldn’t hold it back any longer; I let the salty waterworks run free. I pulled my knees to my chest and my shoulders
shook. Something sharp jabbed into my butt and I furiously dug a hand into my pocket to get it out.
It was a pin. A long, wiry, black hairpin.
My tears stopped flowing and I shot to my feet. That was it. That was the answer.
I wiped my eyes and headed for the door. “That stupid moth,” I muttered quietly, crouching down slightly.
My hairpin was the only tool, and I knew it was a long shot, but I had to try. My breathing quickened and I began to meticulously push the hairpin into the lock while my fingers trembled with fear.
Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, it was a process, every movement delicate. I held my breath as I turned the pin; the soft click of the tumblers falling into place echoed in the silence. Suddenly the lock gave way and the door creaked open. For a second, I just blinked, unable to believe that I had made it. I had unlocked the door. I almost jumped for joy. But I didn't have time, I had to hurry.
I stepped into the lighted hallway; my senses were on high alert. I had no idea what lay ahead of me, but I was determined to find my way out of this house. The hallway was adorned with modern décor and a few antique paintings, a stark contrast to the drab room I had just escaped.
My footsteps were quiet as I moved carefully down the corridor. Every sound was amplified by the tension tugging at my nerves. I quickened my steps to the corners; the large glass windows were key-locked, as were the doors. I panted because I had to be careful not to be discovered by the guards outside.
Again, I frantically rushed to another window. Locked.
The hallway seemed to stretch into infinity and branched out in several directions. How big was this damn house anyway? I felt like a mouse in a maze, and every turn seemed like a dead end.
Shit!
The sound of distant voices reached my ears, causing me to press myself against the wall to remain unseen. My breathing quickened with each step, but I refused to let the fear overwhelm me.
I saw another window in the far corner and lifted it upwards, holding my breath. It budged. My eyes widened and my heart raced with excitement and a rush of adrenaline. I pressed my face against the cool glass and peered outside, looking for signs of guards, but there was no one to be seen.
I quickly curled my fingers underneath and lifted the glass until the gap was wide enough to accommodate my small size. Then I glanced over my shoulder before stretching out one leg and then the other. I pushed the rest of my body outside and fell with a soft thud onto the trimmed lawn, stepping out into the cool night air.
I stood up and dusted off the back of my jeans. I had done it! I was free! But I had to hurry to leave the estate, I was a fugitive now. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know the way back home, as soon as I left the estate, I would find help.
With a satisfied smirk on my lips, I slowly closed the window and turned around, feeling my stomach sink like an anchor to the bottom of the ocean.
There he stood, with his steely blue eyes, twitching jaw muscles, and lean, muscular arms folded across his chest, my kidnapper towering over me, -Igor.
How the hell did he know?
“I underestimated you, Grace,” he growled, taking a step closer. “It’s amazing how you managed to escape and make it this far.”
