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I turn my head to see the stars. Constant in their bright brilliance, they twinkle overhead. It’s exactly what I wanted.Heis what I wanted. He slaps my ass again, and again, and again until my skin is raw and red, but then he reaches under my thigh and his fingers brush against my clit and I’m lost. Wholly devoured by sensation as I clench around Daniel and take him with me. His heat fills me from the inside out as I collapse, boneless, onto the hood of his car.
Daniel doesn’t bask in the glow of our orgasm for long.
I knew that it couldn’t last forever, but some sad, sadistic part of me that’s usually filled with self-loathing almost wished that he would have finished me off during his orgasm or directly after. If that was only the warmup act and there would be more like it, I might be able to take it. I can only imagine what it would look like living out this plan oftortureby his hand for the foreseeable future.
Yet, if he means something else, I don’t know if I can endure it.
It’s beyond fucked up that I enjoyed that as much as I did.
Now that it’s over, Daniel eases out of me slowly. He collects the mess that I made on his cock and gathers it on his fingers before wiping them clean in my hair. The final touches to my humiliation. I can’t even be bothered to care that he did it.
My eyes roll slowly to the cliff. It would be kinder to just do it myself. Just take a running leap off of the cliff and dive to a blissfully quick death… but I never could. I don’t like falling any more than I like heights, and I don’t think I could ever do it myself. Falling from a much smaller height just the one time was more than enough to turn me off of the whole thing for the rest of my days.
Which seem to be very limited.
What is the alternative? To start fighting now? Will he end my life quickly, or will he take me somewhere else and torture me for days? Now that everything has been said and done, I'm reaching a point of clarity that I'm not entirely sure I like. Accepting my death does not imply that I will allow him to torture me.
Daniel takes a step back from me, and I can hear him putting himself back into his pants and the sounds of his zipper sliding back into place. No, I can’t let him torture me. Not him. It’s now or never. I use my bent leg as leverage and lift my hands back over my head and shove off of his hood all at once.
The twigs and bramble on the ground make it even harder to run in the heels that he left on my feet. My bound hands offer no help whatsoever as I try to take off running. I don’t have high hopes that I will make it very far—and I make it even less distance than I thought before Daniel’s strong hand snatches me by my hair.
“Ah!” I cry out and reach my joined hands up and over to hold the tender part of my head. While he was having his way with me, I couldn’t feel any of the things that he had been doing to me. Not really. I was in a blissful state of pleasure where the pain just fueled my desire. But now? Now I can feelallof it. The ache between my legs, the pinched skin and tender scalp. I can’t even fight him when his other hand bands around my belly and hauls me back to him.
“Stop it!” I scream, thrashing as wildly as I can. “Let me go! Daniel, please don’t do this! Let me go!”
Daniel lets go of my hair and takes advantage of my splayed legs to slap me once more on the pussy, silencing me. “No, I don’t think I will.” He opens the door of his car and throws me inside. My naked form clatters gracelessly into the back seat, and he follows moments later.
He pins me with a knee to my thigh as he reaches into the glove compartment box and fishes out a pair of handcuffs. He cuffs my wrists and undoes the sash I had been tied with. He uses that to tie my ankles instead, and then secures my wrists to the grab handle on the opposite side of the car, presumably so I can’t attack him while he’s driving.
“No point in trying to fight now. What we had was fine, but now it’s time to see what I’m really going to do with you,” he says as he slams the door and slides into the driver’s seat. He adjusts the rearview mirror so that he can see me. He pauses to adjust himself. I can only imagine how much the bastard is enjoying the view he has.
“How did you find me? Who sent you?”
His brow lifts, all pretenses of being a kind, good man are long gone now. “You expect me to answer your question when you didn’t bother to answer mine? I don’t think so.” He scoffs and the car rumbles to life under me. “I did expect you to make things a little more difficult for me.”
He shakes his head in faux disappointment. “You can’t have been that desperate to get laid, can you? One dinner date and you were ready to throw yourself at me? You were supposed to be more clever than that.”
He’s right as far as that goes. That much is certain. I shouldn’t have ever been stupid enough to trust him. Idoknow better. My gut told me that something was wrong, and I chose not to listen to it. I ignored it because I deluded myself into thinking that I was only being paranoid. Look where it’s gotten me now: stuffed into the back seat of a car on full display.
I’ve always prided myself on my ability to read people. I’ve always been two steps ahead of everybody else around me. I ran the cons. I seduced and distracted. I was the master of my own games and played others for fools all for the sake of my own survival.
I allowed myself to be seduced by Daniel because he pretended to be the exact sort of man that I thought I wanted. I suppose that makes him evenmoremy type than I originally thought. I’m tasting my own medicine, and it is bitter.
“So, what now?” I grunt and try to arrange myself in a way that eases the strain on my shoulders.
Daniel watches me carefully. “Don’t move around too much back there, or I’m going to have to pull over and have another round or two.”
His eyes aren’t on my face when he’s speaking.
“You know, you disappointed me too,” I say and wait for him to lock eyes with me once more. “I thought you were a man who liked to be in charge, and yet all you are is some errand boy doing another man’s dirty business.”
I shouldn't have given him anything else, but he never struck me as the type of man who took orders from those around him. He doesn't appear to be a rookie. He does not carry himself in that manner. I've known the dark underbelly of this world my entire life, and I'm rarely wrong about such things. It's how I know who to pursue and who to avoid at all costs.
The only thing that I’m absolutely certain of is that this has something to do with Nikolai’s revenge. I knew that he would never let me go, no matter what.
The car speeds down the same twists and turns as before as the sense of dread starts to grow in my stomach. I escaped my first death by pure luck alone. I’m not going to be so lucky this time. There’s nobody that’s going to come and save me. I’m totally and utterly alone.
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