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“Where am I?” her voice barely a whisper may have something to do with the way she’s trying to get away from me.
Good luck with that, sweetheart.
I stop beside her and stare down at her without saying a word.
“P-please?” I raise an eyebrow and swallow. My eyes never leave hers. She's the first to blink and shift her eyes to her legs. I follow, my eyes now trained on her toned long legs. I lick my lips as my hand moves to her ankle, slowly caressing her warm skin. Her leg shifts but doesn’t have far to move while I apply pressure.
“Please let me go,” she begs. I lift my hand, using my thumb to brush away a tear. She turns her head slightly avoiding my touch.
She swallows and her chest moves with heavy breaths. I can feel her temperature rise as her skin covers in goosebumps, maybe it’s my touch or maybe it’s the fact she’s scared of what I may do to her.
“Per favore-Please.”Her voice breaks slightly as she pleads with me.
“Implora bambina-Beg baby,”I murmur before I walk away leaving her to break down as I give my back to her.
I watchas his retreating back is the last thing I see before the door is closed and I hear locks being clicked into place. Tears fall down covering my cheeks as my heart pounds in my chest. What does he want with me? Why won’t he tell me why I’m here? Why won’t he tell me anything? I hate how my body responds to him and how he took that from me. The way he worked his fingers inside me has me clenching my thighs together to stop my pussy pulsing. I need to focus. I have to get out of here. No one’s ever touched me, let alone touched me there.
I yank on the chain, trying to free myself, the heavy metal cutting into my skin as I do.
“Ow,” I cry out as one of my nails snaps off and flies across the bed. I try to breathe as normally as I can while I take in the room I’m being held in.
When I first woke, my mind was still foggy from whatever drugs he had given me, the panic I felt prevented me from thinking logically. But now I can assess this situation with a calmer mind.
There isn’t much, a chair in one corner, a window, a closet I hid behind and a bucket. I look at my legs, I notice bruises already forming. My wrists aren’t much better, the heaviness of the chain is making my wrists ache. I place it on my lap, saving myself the added pain.
My feet are bare so I know he definitely took me from my bed. There's a cage to the side, I hadn’t noticed it before, was that always there? It’s big enough for a person or large animal to sit in. Does he plan on putting me in that? My heart races, panic setting in. I take a deep breath and try to stay calm. But he kidnapped me, is holding me hostage, and plans to do whatever he wishes with my body; even though the orgasm he gave me may have been the best I’ve ever had. Okay, it’s the only one I’ve had that didn’t come from my own hand, but the man sure knows how to use his fingers. It's hard to remain calm with everything that's happening. I hear noises coming from behind the door.
“Let me go,” I scream and let out a sound that doesn’t even sound human as he walks in with a tray in his hand and sits it down on the side table.
“Savannah.” His voice is a warning: I gulp when he towers over me. “Disobeying me already, I thought you’d behave?” His voice is deep and so damn scary. I sniff, and finally find my voice.
“Screw you, asshole.” I know antagonizing the man isn’t a smart move, but I’m not going down without a fight.
Tsking me, he grips my ankle, and I let out a scream as he drags me down the bed. I drop with a thud to the floor, my side screaming out in pain as his fingers twist in my hair, dragging me to the middle of the room. The chain forces me to stop.
“I said you had to be on your knees, were you Savannah?” he growls.
“N-no,” I murmur.
“I should punish you?” he says, gripping my chin firmly between his fingers, his cold stare burning through me. His fingers bite into my skin as he towers over me.
“Do you want to be punished, kitten?” He smirks.
“N-no,” I say, swallowing deeply.
“I think you do, Savannah. Is that why you weren’t waiting for me like I told you?”
I shake my head.
“Remember, princess, you do as I say.” He hisses, clenching his teeth.
“Fuck you,” I scream.
His hand snakes around my neck, his fingers twisting into my skin, the pressure on my neck tightens as his fingers wrap around dragging my face toward his.
“I think I'm going to enjoy this, kitten.” He chuckles, the sinister sound vibrating to my core.
He pulls my body up using my neck as a lever.
