Set free

Chapter 8 Amelia's POV

The smell of smoke hit my nose before I fully became conscious, the soft inhale of breath and the sound of the tobacco burning as someone in the room inhaled another drag. I kept my breathing shallow, my body still as my body became more awake. I was used to not letting my attacker know I was aware of their presence until it was necessary to do so. The element of surprise was always your best friend in dangerous situations.

I let my hearing do the work for me. Whoever it was stood still, it sounded like their only movement was to keep taking a drag. I let my lashes flutter slightly just to test how dark the room was. To any on watcher, they were just flickering in my sleep.

It was still pitch black; I couldn't have been asleep long. Funny how soundly I could drift off to sleep here. I was in the lion's den, yet slumber came easily. I was confused as to why I was here. What did he want from me ?

So far nothing !

No abuse, no videos of me crying and pleading for daddy to save me. No demands. I call him and demand money or something. It was what I expected to be used as leverage against daddy. The only other thing that could yet happen is they will eventually kill me as punishment for something daddy did.

The person still had yet to move. What were they doing ?

Blinking my eyes open again , I saw the cherry at the end of his cigarette light up as he took another drag. His body was a shadow. I was unable to see his face, so I doubted whoever it was could see mine. So I opened my eyes fully, but kept my body still.

Something felt different. Not like when the other two had been in the room, his shadow was taller than them both. The atmosphere was different, thicker, hotter, and it felt harder to breathe. My heart jumped in my chest. Had he finally come ?

" The angel of the underworld " his voice deep and smokey, barley above a whisper, not too quiet, like he was trying to stay quiet so as not to wake me, but not shouting into the darkness. His voice made my stomach flutter, butterflies erupted and went wild. I let out a shaky breath trying to calm them and that earned a deep sister chuckle.

" I am aware you are awake angel" he taunted.

Nerves erupted all over my body. I felt hot and cold at the same time and now my breathing has definitely picked up. Fear and something I would not like to address anytime soon took over my body.

" W . . w . . wh . . wha . .what is ..is ... is it that you want ? " I managed to stutter out.

He chuckled at my pathetic attempt to talk. How is it I could keep it together when he sent his men in here, but now I was a mess ?

" Now isn't that a loaded question" he answered me before taking another drag, the cherry slightly lighting up his face. He then started walking. He walked around the bed and towards the windows. I had to follow the cherry of the cigarette to fully see where he was heading.

The curtains got ripped open and the moon's light spilled into the room, an unwelcome invasion, because now I could see him. And he could see me, he opened the window and flicked his cigarette out of it. He turned and leaned against the widow's ledge and looked at me. Scrambling up the bed, I sat up and placed my back on the headboard, and pulled the quilt further up, gripping onto it like it was my lifeline.

" What do I want ? " He repeated as he started at me. It felt like his eyes were lasers because wherever they looked it burned and zapped at my skin.

" Many things angel, I want many things " he stated, his voice back low. One hand came up, and he rubbed his chin.

" What do you want with me ? " I asked instead, proud I got that question out without being a stuttering mess. He answered the last one vaguely, not really answering it at all. Would he do the same with this one ?

" I haven't made up my mind yet ", still vague. He wasn't going to tell me anything.

The room fell silent, he watched me and I watched him in some sort of stand-off. It was me who looked away first, the weight of his stare too heavy.

" Get out of bed " he ordered, and it shocked me. We had been sitting quiet for over two minutes. Well, him standing with me sitting clutching the bedsheet until my knuckles were white. My heart hammered now, the fear that had been simmering and replaced by nerves and self-consciousness with his constant staring. Was now back with vengeance. I was not stupid, though survival 101 do as they say, until you see an opportunity to run, come across docile and compliant. On shaky legs, I stood up from the bed and kept it between us as I stood on the opposite side from him.

But he had other ideas. He moved away from the window and walked around the room and towards me slowly and steadily, like a predator stalking his prey. I kept myself still, my back straight, my training coming into practice to never slouch. But my hands and legs shook, giving me away. He went until he stood directly behind me out of my line of sight. I felt his presence at my back. My mouth opened as shaky breathes left my body and no doubt my eyes were round with fear as I did my best to stay still.

His body suddenly pressed into my back and one of his hands went to my hip and gripped it tightly through the baggy top I had put on for bed. Electric waves shot through my body where his hand gripped me. I let out a whimper as his nose went into my hair and inhaled.

" You smell different" he growled. It sounded like he didn't like that. Like it was a complaint.

" What shampoo, conditioner and body lotion do you use at home ? " He asked, my brain short-circuited and cut out. Why would he ask that question ?

His hand, tightly gripping my hip in warning, broke me out of my inner thoughts. " Tell me, perfume anything you use at home, tell me " he ordered.

I rattled off my usual products to him. He hummed behind me. The hand on my hip released its pressure but not to let go. He stepped further into me and the hand that had been on my hip went to my stomach and pushed me back into him until I could feel him against my behind. I let out a gasp, he was hard, and it pressed against my bottom. His other hand came up my body and went around my throat as his lips went to my ear, his face pressed onto my head. His heavy breathing blew against my cheek as he spoke quietly into my ear.

" Angel " he whispered, and involuntarily a moan slipped from my lips. And that seemed to spur him on. He ground himself into me , his trouser-covered legs brushed against my bare ones. His hand on my throat tightened, and his lips brushed against my ear before his lips parted, and his teeth bit my ear lobe. I whimpered in his arms, juices flowed from my v****a and dampened my panties. My legs shook for a whole other reason now.

His teeth sunk in and pain flared, then he let go, and his tongue flicked out and soothed my abused earlobe.

" What do I want with you ? " He practically purred as his hand tightened and relaxed against my throat.

" Isn't that a loaded question? "he repeated. I was practically vibrating in his arms now. His hand on my stomach started to drift lower, and I squeezed my eyes shut at what he would find. I knew where it was heading. I could ask him to stop. Would he ? Did I want him to ? Before I could fully think of what I wanted, it was too late. His fingertips glided along my drenched panties so drenched it was embarrassing.

" F*ck " he hissed, placing pressure on me down there. He rubbed back and forth over my wet panties a few times and something happened. He barely touched me, but lights exploded behind my eyes and my stomach cramped. I wasn't naive. I knew what it was. I had never experienced one, but I had read about them. Heard the other girls talking about them. My whole body shook as a moan left my lips, he hissed in my ear again. He ground into me again before I fell. I fell forward on the bed. My legs were shaking too much to hold me up and he abruptly left me. He let me go and pushed me forward off of him like I had burned him.

" F*ck I heard the rumors, but I didn't think you were that innocent " he ranted angrily behind me. I rolled to look at him, shame crawling up my body. He glared down at me. " Have you never even touched yourself ? " He asked, and I shook my head, tears burning my eyes. " I . . . I wasn't allowed" great I was a stuttering mess again.

" I would have f*cked you angel, it wouldn't have been gentle, and you were not even attempting to stop me. Would you have let me ? " He snapped at me. I stayed silent.

" I kidn*pped you. My plan was to f*cking kill you to get back at that pr*ck, and you have been that brainwashed to please you would have just let the man that has you imprisoned f*ck you. You even f*cking came, how f*cked up does he have you ? " He was ranting now, it didn't look to be at me. More to himself but still his words cut like a knife.