I don’t panic because I’ve been around men like this before. They think they’re God’s gift to women. If he wasn’t such a bastard, I would say he’s attractive, but it’s because of his looks that he believes he can get whatever he wants.
And the fact I’ve shown no interest in any of them is the reason they want me—they see me as a challenge, one they want to conquer. But they’ve underestimated the wrath which runs through me.
“If you scream,” he warns. “I’ll gag you. But I don’t want to do that because I prefer that beautiful mouth to be gagging on something else.”
He commences stroking over the front of his white trousers. Bile rises, but I remain calm.
“I’m going to loosen your restraints, but if you try anything, I will knock you out. Got it?”
I nod.
“Good girl. I don’t need you awa
