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The door creaks open, and he steps into the room. His cologne reaches me first, a mix of spicy notes and a lingering sandalwood base. The scent is powerful, and it reminds me of high school boys who used body spray to mask their body odor. I can feel him standing beside me, so close that I feel the heat from his body.
“Good morning, Alana,” he says jovially, “Did you sleep well?”
I don’t answer him. There’s no point in carrying on a conversation with my captor. He doesn’t care about me. He’s using me for his own sick and twisted desires. I felt his heavy hand on my head, and I recoil instinctively at the unexpected contact.
“Please, don’t be afraid of me, Alana,” he says in a soothing voice, as if he’s trying to coax a kitten from a tree.
I scoff at his words, and he leans in close. His voice is only a few inches from my ear. “I promise, Alana. You’re safe here. You’ll see. I have big plans for us tonight. I’m going to get you cleaned up soon.”
As he speaks, I feel his warm breath against my shoulder and I shiver, a mix of fear and disgust running through me. What kind of sick plans could he possibly have for me? I don’t want to find out. I struggle against my restraints, hoping to break free, but it’s no use. He’s tied them too tightly.
He chuckles softly, as if he can sense my fear. “Don’t worry, Alana. I won’t hurt you. I just want to show you how much I care for you. I’ve been watching you for a very long time. I know everything about you. Your likes, your dislikes, your hopes, and your fears. And I want to make all your dreams come true.”
His words make me nauseous. How could he possibly think he’d learned anything about me? He’s nothing more than a deranged psychopath who has abducted me.
“Please, let me go,” I plead with him, my voice shaking.
He chuckles again, his hand trailing down my face. “I can’t do that, Alana. Not until I’ve convinced you we belong together.”
I close my eyes and clench my jaw, hot tears coursing down my cheeks as I turn away from him.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t worry, Alana,” he whispers, “I’ll make it so good for you, you’ll never want to leave. I’m going to lift the bag so you can drink some water. The last thing we need is you getting dehydrated and sick.”
His hands move the bag to expose my mouth. I blink hard, trying to move enough so it shifts and I can see his face. He’s quicker than I am and makes sure the bag continues to block my view. I feel a water bottle press against my lips, and I can’t help but gulp greedily from the bottle. I’m so thirsty.
“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“Good. I’m sorry I haven’t brought you any food yet. Tonight, I’ll make sure you have a full meal, I promise. I can’t let your strength wane too much.”
But then something strange happens. I feel an odd sense of warmth pass through me as I swallow the last few drops of water. It’s like a drug taking effect in my body, and my limbs instantly become heavy and my eyes droop.
A minute later, I realize he must have drugged the water. I slowly fade away into unconsciousness, feeling powerless against his control over me.
The last thing I hear before the blackness overtakes me is his voice whispering, “I’ll have a surprise for you when you wake up.”
46
Chapter Forty Six
HIM
Alana fights the sedative I gave her, and my excitement for our date tonight shoots to new heights. Right now, she’s scared. She doesn’t understand why I took her, why I got her away from that cretin Andreas. But soon, she will. I just have to make sure tonight goes exactly to plan.
Once she’s good and asleep, I slide my arms under Alana’s legs and shoulders and lift her from the ground. Her weight is nothing compared to the strength I’ve built in the gym, and I love how tiny she feels in my arms. I walk her out of her temporary room and into the bathroom.
I gently lie her down next to the tub and run water for her bath. It’s going to be difficult to wash her properly and keep her from slipping under the water. The last thing I want to do is accidentally drown her. Once the tub is full enough, I add some essential oils and undress her.
First, I undo the restraints on her wrists and ankles, taking special care to not cause more injury to the area. She had fought hard against the ropes, and her thrashing tore the skin open and rubbed it raw.
Now that the ropes are gone, her hands and legs can be manipulated more easily. I lift her arms above her head and remove her shirt, exposing the black lace bra she’s wearing and her flat, soft stomach. This is going to be tougher than I thought. I’ve been telling myself I’d be a perfect gentleman because I want our first time to be consensual, and I want her awake.
But as I reach around to remove her bra, I realize my self-control is already teetering on the edge. I lean back and gaze down at Alana’s naked breasts. They’re full, and her nipples have pebbled in the cool air. I fight the urge to take each one into my mouth, reminding myself I’m allowed to look but not touch.
What the hell?
I reach forward and cup her breasts in my hands, letting the weight of them settle into my hands. I sit there for a full minute, holding her ample cleavage in my hands, flicking my fingers over her nipples and watching her body knowingly respond to my touch.
