“We brought her here for all of us,” one man yells.
“The rules have changed. Get out!” He growls angrily as he pushes one man toward the door.
Another man takes one last attempt to touch me and the tall guy goes ballistic and punches him hard three times in the face. After a lot of pushing, shoving, and arguing, the men finally leave. He locks the door behind him and then turns back toward me.
I let myself breathe and then I see arousal flash across his face and my relief is short lived.
Now he’s going to have his fun.
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I feel sick.
I can’t do this.
He walks over to the side of the bed and stares down at me. I look at him through blurred vision.
“Drug me,” I whisper as I turn my head away from him. “Knock me out.”
“You don’t want to enjoy me?” he asks flatly.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare at the wall, the tears running down my face. I can’t believe he just asked me that.
I turn back to look at him and my cold eyes hold his. “If you think being raped while tied to a bed is every woman’s fantasy, you’re as dumb as you fucking look.” I sneer.
His face remains emotionless. He bends and begins to untie one of my feet. He loosens it and I just want to kick him in the head.
Stop it. Wait until you are completely free, I remind myself. He moves to my other foot and unties it and I bring my legs together instantly. Ouch, I’m sore from being stretched out for so long. I wait patiently while he undoes one wrist and then he moves to the other and frees me completely.
I sit up and instantly grab the blanket to cover my body. “Where are my clothes?” I whisper with shame.
He shrugs, turns to face away from me, and takes his shirt off over his head. “I don’t know. I don’t care. Get out.”
He’s finished with me.
Hatred drips through my every pore. Unable to help myself, I push him hard in the back. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I snap.
He turns on me like the devil himself and I instinctively flinch away from him.
“Be very careful, Miss…” He pauses for effect. “Roshelle.”
“Is this how you get your pathetic kicks? Kidnapping and raping girls?” I murmur.
His lip curls in disgust. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I glare at him.
“You don’t have what I want.” He smirks sarcastically as his eyes drop down my naked body and I try to cover myself with my hands. “I like my women to be…” He pauses again. “Women.”
My heart drops.
Of all the things he could have said.
His words cut me like a knife and my thoughts go to Todd, my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend, now. I obviously wasn’t woman enough for him, either. I drop my head as sadness steals the air from my lungs. Just shut up and get out of here. He drops his pants and his large erection hangs heavily between his legs. He walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower.
I stand still as I try to regain some sort of composure. The tears are running down my face. I have never been so humiliated in all of my life.
A rapist doesn’t want me.
He hops into the shower and under the water, facing away from me, I see he’s huge and muscular and his whole back is covered in tattoos. If he wanted to kill me with his bare hands… he could.