“And I’ve decided that your new home is with me,” Lewis announced with a victorious smirk. “I’ll claim you in this very room, and take you home as my Queen. Whatever ties Gavin has to you won’t matter anymore.”
The hand dipped further. Vicky clenched her thighs together and threw all her body weight to the side, hoping to knock the chair over. It wobbled on its legs, but did not fall.
“HELP!” There had to be someone nearby who would hear her. Vicky thrashed and strained against her bonds, and Lewis laughed at her efforts. The hand beneath her skirt lifted it up slowly.
“HELP ME!” Was there no hope? The tears she’d fought so hard to stave off began to dot the corners of Vicky’s eyes.
He’d almost pulled the skirt back entirely when the sound of splintering wood and the slamming of a door
