CeCe carried Linda into the cozy bedroom lit by a soft, yellow ceiling light.
She’d done her best to fight him at every turn but lacked the strength.
“It’s okay.” He sat her on the red, silk sheets. “What do you think of the cabin? You like how I set the mood?”
“CeCe.” She gulped, covering her mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
“You’ll be fine.” He touched her cheek. “You worked yourself up in the car and you need
to relax.”
During any other time she’d find the rustic room with its circular log walls and medium
tone wood floor charming and quaint. Instead, every second she spent there made her want to vomit.
“You like it?” He lifted her chin, slapping his wet lips on hers. “It’s all for you.”
“Get away from me.” She winced. “I’m telling you, I’m gonna be sick.”
“No, no.” He got
