Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
No.
God.
Please.
Someone. Help.
Help me.
“Please, don’t touch me,” I say, my voice shaking.
“I wouldn’t usually, but my desire with the new you, is strong. There is an urge in me. I need to know what you’d feel like, my captive. I need to know, and I need to know now.”
No.
“Please,” I screech, thrashing as his hand climbs higher and he strokes my inner thigh.
I twist and turn and thrash as much as I possibly can.
This only seems to make him want it more.
A low moan leaves his throat, and he groans as he leans down, sniffing my hair.
I lurch my head forward, smashing into him. He hisses and reels backwards, and I cry out as stars dance in my vision. This earns me a hard punch to the cheek, one that nearly knocks me out. I cry out, trying to jerk my arms up, but I can’t. I’m stuck. I try to thrash my body off the sofa, anything to get away from him, but he’s having none of it.
“Sit still, or I will make you sit still,” he warns, pressing his forearm against my chest and holding me down with his body weight.
“Don’t. Please. I’ll do anything. Be anything. But please don’t do that.”
He grins at me, and I can see the harsh red mark on his forehead where I hit him. “But Raven, I own you. Which means, I can do whatever I like. That’s what I paid for.”
No.
Vomit rises in my throat, and I twist my head, trying to bite him, trying to do something.
His hand curls around my throat, pressing me into the sofa. My heart starts racing immediately as my oxygen is cut short. I see stars as my vision begins to fade, and everything in the room starts to spin. My body goes into overdrive, and panic sets in. I squirm and thrash, but with each passing second, I’m getting closer to being taken into darkness.
He leans over me, his hand travelling off to discover my body.
And I can’t stop him.
I’m helpless.
Please.
Someone.
Help me.
Slater.
Please.
~*~*~*~
NOW – SLATER
“We have to go in, now!” I roar, lunging out of the truck and going around to the back seat to get my rifle.
“Slater, calm down,” Malakai orders, his voice hard, but worried.
“Calm down?” I bark. “He has his fuckin’ hands on her. He’s goin’ to take the final piece of her, and I will not fuckin’ let that happen. I will not let him hurt her like that.”
“Fuckin’ know that, brother, but if you screw this up, and he knows we’re around...she’s dead.”
“What do you want me to do?” I pant, gripping the rifle. “Sit back and watch her get raped?”
The word makes my throat get tighter. We’ve been watching her, through a window that has no curtains. We’re far enough away he won’t know we’re here, but close enough that we can see with a set of binoculars. For a while, they were just talking, and everything seemed to be going well. And then everything turned. He was on her, touching her, hitting her, choking her.
That’s when I moved.
And now Malakai wants to tell me that I can’t do anything about it.
Like fuck.
I let her get away from me once, and live ten years of pain.
I will not fuckin’ do it again.
“You fuckin’ know I won’t let her be raped, Slater. But you gotta know we have to be smart.”
“One fuckin’ shot, and he’s dead,” I growl.
“Two fuckin’ shots,” Malakai barks. “Because there is a window, and you’re not that good. The chances of you hitting him through it, in one shot, are so fuckin’ slim. Which means it’s two shots. Two. Shots. If he moves and you miss, she’s dead. Do you understand me? We go down there, bust in, that’s the best option.”
“For who?” I bellow. “By the time we get down there, he has done enough damage to completely ruin her. I can see the fear in her eyes, I can see it as clearly as I can see you. She’s fuckin’ terrified. And he’s goin’ to have his hands in places his hands shouldn’t be, in a matter of minutes. We don’t have fuckin’ time to get close and bust in. I can do this. Because I am fuckin’ good enough. Two shots. Fine. I’ll have him on the ground in minutes.”
“Slater...” Malakai warns. “You are risking her life.”
“You do not get to control this one, Malakai. I trusted you this far. I let you have your way. But if you think I’m goin’ to sit back and watch my girl get hurt, you’re fuckin’ sadly mistaken.”
“Ten minutes,” he growls. “And we can get her out safely.”
“One fuckin’ minute, and his brains are scattered all over that cabin.”
“Slater...”
“I think Slater has the right idea,” Koda says, stepping out of the truck. “Let him go, Malakai. He can make the shot.”