Slammed by the Criminal

((Cheyrie - Prologue One)) How did this even happen? Better yet, how the hell do I get out of here before he comes back? She thinks frantically to herself then her gaze flies to the window near the bed. She might be able to make it though she'll need to use most of her strength to pull herself up to the window, and as sore as her muscles are she's not sure she can do it. But she needs to get out of this room before her r****t returns to attack her again when she still doesn't even know what's she has done for him to do it in the first place. She looks to the closed door of the room then back up at the window and suddenly another frightening thought comes to her mind; Why am I not moving? I should be trying to escape, but my body doesn't want to listen to my mind. She has been trapped in this room for at least four days now with the sadistic freak, and she knows freedom is close by yet her gaze slides to the door again, and she feels an unexplainable ache in her heart. It's not making any sense to her that her mind screams at her to escape, but her sore body aches at the thought of running from him. Yes, he has been brutal with her especially the very first time he r***d her, but he's also shown her acts of kindness like when he cleaned her up after each of his assaults, the way he made sure she has gotten something to eat, and drink, and the surprisingly protective way he holds her when they fall asleep. Get it together, Cheyrie. You're losing it, that's all. Once you're free you can make sure he pays for what he has been putting you through. Her mind chastises her rationally, and she still remains sitting on the bed staring at the door waiting. She keeps watching as the door comes open, and her tormentor comes through the door carrying a tray in his hands being careful not to spill anything from it even as her gaze follows his every move. Once he sets the tray onto the table she stays in her place on the bed as he steps over and closes the door again, and as soon as he turns around she scrapes her top teeth over her bottom lip, then she shocks and confuses herself as she admits honestly. 'I was thinking of trying to climb out the window to escape, but I didn't do it.' His gaze slides away from her to the window then comes back to her again, and he says. 'You wouldn't have made it, and even if you had...I would have just caught up to you and brought you right back here.' She shivers at his words but this isn't a shiver of fear, it's a shiver of hot anticipation which is messing with her mind more than anything. Feeling strangely brave, she gets out of the bed sizing him up challengingly then she gives him a heated, challenging look and she asks. 'Want to make a wager on that?' The room isn't that big at all and his imposing form takes up even more space at least in her opinion, and at her challenge, his head tilts to the side and his lips tilt up crookedly then he closes the space between them in two long steps his intimidating gaze boring into hers, and he asks. 'If I were to accept your challenge, what do I get when I win?' She sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth as she runs the backs of her nails over the rough fabric of his light grey shirt until she reaches where he has the shirt open baring his chest partly to her view, and she flattens her palm against his hot, taut skin continuing to stare into his eyes as she tilts her face up close to his and she releases her bottom lip then breathes. 'Me.' =========================================================================== ((Dreayra - Prologue Two)) She knows she should be thinking of escaping, and maybe her mind is slipping away from her as she lets the rhythm of the Rock Music playing through the small speakers connected to the laptop computer in the room flows through her body making it impossible for her not to dance to it in the small room. She can feel his eyes following every movement of her body, and for reasons beyond her comprehension it turns her on. She thought she had gotten through her rebellious stage in life, or maybe she is just now coming into it which is why she hasn't tried to attempt to find her escape to freedom from this lunatic. She doesn't have the answers right at this moment the only thing she knows is that ever since the first s****l assault on her by him, her body has become less hers. And the r***s that followed she could feel her mind beginning to slip away along with her control over her own body. She doesn't understand why she feels all this confusion inside other than the possibility that she is feeling a connection to him. It can also be due to how he'd cared for her after each r**e when he'd help her wash up, he makes sure she has food, and something to drink, and he makes her feel secure and protected when they fall asleep. She doesn't know where to start to figure any of it out, right at this point all she knows is trying to run now makes her feel empty. The unexpected press of his lips at the back of her neck sends a jolt of hot electricity through her sore body, but she doesn't try moving away from him even with his large hands against her hips and his hard body pressed against her soft backside. She even wraps one of her arms around to his nape as his lips and tongue burn a trail of heat along the side of her neck and she leans closer back against him then slowly slides her body against his as she turns to face him and to look into his intense eyes. 'Did you want something?' She asks in a huskily teasing voice. She becomes even more bewildered with herself when she doesn't put up even a small struggle as he lowers them down onto the bed with her underneath his hot, taut body over her pliant, soft body and her palms against his taut muscular back over his greyish-blue shirt, and he says. 'I have what I want.' She lifts her hips a little to grind against his as she slides the heels of her bare feet up and down the rough fabric of his pants, and she whispers. 'Show me.' His eyes flare hotly and become even more intense as he looks down at her, and he asks. 'Are you ready to admit that you're mine?' 'You'll have to prove it for me to admit it.' She smiles seductively in reply, and her head tilts back and a purring moan comes from her lips when he lowers his face to her throat and licks her skin slowly making her shiver in excitement for what is to come.