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I was waiting to finally pass out after Frederick transferred me to another room without as much as giving me clothes to wear. He said he preferred having my t**s and pink p***y on display.
This room was larger, warmer, and with an ambience that screamed safety even though there was nothing safe about it. There was nothing safe as long as that evil man still lurked.
I was curled up on the king sized bed, my eyes tightly shut as I sobbed to the thoughts of my mother. I warned her, I told her that I didn't trust Butch, but as usual, she flung my opinions out the window.
A sigh escaped my lips as I held my knees tighter, pressing them against my chest. It had been two hours since that beast f****d senses out of me, two hours of thinking about his calloused hands on my body.
Something was definitely wrong with me. How could I still think about s*x at a time like this?
"Stepsister!"
The sudden echo of his voice from outside made me flinch, and I sprung up on the bed, my gaze locked onto the door.
"Are you asleep?" He asked, his voice different from two hours ago. He sounded almost playful.
"Yes I am." I answered stupidly and rolled my eyes at myself.
"Silly." I heard him chuckle before pushing the door open.
He entered, clad in a dashing tailored suit. The suit did nothing to hide his bulging muscles, and I couldn't believe it when my eyes reached his crotch, hoping to catch a glimpse of the maniac c**k that drove me insane hours ago.
I blinked the thoughts away, but he was already standing in front of me, his eyes shining with lust. He brought his hand slowly to touch my face, but I slapped his hand away, shooting him a deadly glare.
"This is kidnap, do you know that? Do you know that you can be arrested for keeping me here against my will?"
Bargaining didn't work on him, perhaps threats will.
"Oh sweetheart," he shook his head, dipping his hands into his pockets and widening the already annoying grin on his face. "Bold of you to assume that the police can get to me."
I didn't say a word, I only stared in shock, wondering if I had heard right.
"I have men in the force, any force really, and I have gotten away with quite a lot, things way worse than kidnap." He drew in a deep breath, and my face paled instantly.
What trap did I fall into?
"You still can't keep me here against my will!" I protested, throwing my hands in the air angrily. He inched closer, stealing my breath like he always did. My c******s twitched painfully, and waves of unexpected pleasure coursed through my veins.
Why did I still find this monster attractive?
"Against your will? You know this is what you want, sweetheart. I watched you for a long time, I am aware of your dirty fantasies to be used like a w***e, chained up and ordered around. I know."
I gulped audibly, sweat trickling down my face. How did he know that? Besides, they were supposed to remain fantasies.
"I don't care! You don't have the right to keep me here!" I argued further.
"I brought good news." He changed the topic like what I had just said didn't matter. "Your mother is well and safe, but you won't be seeing her, not until you've shed your ego and submitted to me. Then, I'll bring her here and we can all be one big happy family." A psychotic smile spread across his lips.
"You monster! You've lost your senses!" I yelled, my vision blurred by my own tears, but he cackled instead, filling the quiet room with the echo of his voice.
"You're right about one thing, I am a monster, the kind who lives under your bed and creeps up at night to watch you sleep, devouring you slowly. And trust me sweetheart," he leaned over, his heavy musk almost choking me. "I won't stop until I've stripped you of every innocence."
"Why?" I sniffed, my shoulders dropping in defeat.
"Because there's no place for good girls in this dark world." He leaned away, dusting his suit.
"I'm leaving for important work, meaning, you'll be alone until I get home. Now don't try anything funny, or I'll chain you to the wall. Stay in the room." That didn't sound like a threat, the look in his eyes proved that he meant every word.
He didn't say another word after that, he simply left the room, but I didn't hear it click shut from outside. Perhaps he forgot to lock it?
I wiped off my tears, finally finding the energy to get out of bed and walk over to the window despite the sore feeling between my legs.
I saw his car drive away, and as soon as the electric gates slammed shut, I made my move. I grabbed the bedsheets and wrapped it easily around my chest before heading out of the room.
My heart was almost beating out of my chest as I walked down the dimly lit hallway. It was a duplex, I could tell. I made my way downstairs, the eerie silence causing my heart to dip so many times. The sweat on my palm made it extremely difficult to hold onto the railings.
With every step I took down the stairs, my womanhood ripped from the pain of what Frederick had done to me earlier, a reminder of the feel of his d**k inside me. I tried to take my mind off it, but all I did was crave it.
It's official, I've lost my goddam mind.
"That beast! I'll never submit to him, I'll get out of here and get the police to rescue my mom." I muttered to myself as I reached the foot of the stairs.
The living room was pitch black, but I could make out where the door was, so I bolted straight towards it, almost tasting sweet victory.
However, when the lights suddenly came on, my hopes crashed, and my heart leaped into my stomach.
My feet remained rooted to the floor as I stared at the brooding man leaning against the wall in front of me. Wrapped in sin, dipped in sexiness. His cold, merciless eyes landed on me, and I swallowed hard.
Didn't he just drive out?
"I told you not to leave the room, it's like you're begging to get that p***y destroyed." He snarled, and I fell backwards on my butt.
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