Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“NO,” I scream as he reaches down and braces his arm around my waist, effortlessly lifting me off the ground into his arms. He immediately buries his face into my neck, deeply inhaling as I frantically try to pull free, only his grip tightens, not allowing me out of his arms. So I rear back with all that I’ve got, and slam my head against his face, cracking his already broken nose.
Elias roars and throws me down on the bed, my chest slamming against the hard mattress as my head rockets off the wooden headboard. “You little fucking whore. You’re going to pay for that,” he spits, stepping into the edge of the bed and leaning over me before grabbing the back of my head and pressing my face into the mattress, trying to suffocate me.
I squirm beneath him, trying to turn my face to take a breath, but it’s useless.
“And to think your little boyfriend is out there risking his life, but little does he know, while he’s taking out my men one by one, I’m in here destroying the one thing he’s ever loved.” Elias laughs to himself as he reaches between us, violently grabbing the waistband of my pants and trying to yank them down. “When I’m through with you, there won’t be a damn thing left to love. You’ll be tossed aside like yesterday’s garbage.”
Fuck. Knight really is here.
My chest heaves with desperation, and after getting my pants down over my knees, Elias pushes his hand between my thighs, but with my ankles bound, his access is limited. It doesn’t stop him from trying, though, but despite his abuse, a newfound fire begins burning through my veins.
Knight is here. All I have to do is survive long enough, and I’ll be free. He’ll save me. I know he will. He won’t let me suffer like this, even if he has to destroy himself to make it happen.
My eyes fill with tears, and as Elias’s fingers push inside me, I frantically try bucking him off, desperate to be anywhere but here. “That’s right. Keep fighting me,” he grunts, pushing his fingers in deeper, the overwhelming smell of stale sweat seeping through the filthy mattress. “See how much I like it?”
No. No, no, no, no.
His nails are sharp and scratch me from within, and as he laughs, he finally pulls back, roughly, yanking his fingers out of me. He eases up on the back of my head, and I take the moment to turn my face and take a deep breath, the oxygen burning through my lungs.
His hand completely disappears from between my thighs, and before I know it, a blade rests in the palm of his hand. He grabs my ankles and violently tears through the tape, the blade slicing straight through my skin.
“This dirty little cunt? All mine.”
I cry out, the agony coursing through my veins, but there’s no time to dwell on it as he tosses the blade away and reaches for my pants around my knees before starting to drag them down to my ankles. But I can’t let him do it. I can’t let him get between my legs. I can’t let him pin me beneath his weight again.
I have to fight. I have to get out of here no matter what. This could be my only shot at freedom.
Desperation eats at me, and I kick frantically, my feet slamming against his chest and winding him as I try to turn away. But he’s not here to play. He grabs my knees, pressing down against me to try and pin me again, but my need to survive keeps me fighting. I buck, kick, and fight just as Knight had begged me to do.
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”
Getting frustrated, Elias starts to swing, his fists coming down against my body, but the adrenaline keeps me going, and I barely notice the pain as I’m able to scramble back across the bed, my bound hands making it a million times harder.
He reaches for me again, and just as he grips my bloodied ankle and drags me across the bed, I frantically reach up and wrap my bound hands around the old oil lamp on the bedside table. My skin burns against the glass, but it doesn’t last long as I launch it with everything I have. The burning lamp smashes against Elias’s face, instantly burning his skin as oil splatters through the dirty cabin.
He roars in agony, the burning oil eating at his skin as the room plunges into a terrifying darkness, but it quickly brightens again as the flames catch on his clothes, the bed, and the shitty curtains.
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Elias wails in agony, rolling around on the ground, trying to put out the flames, but as the bed goes up in flames, catching quickly, I barely have a chance to roll off it. The heat in the room is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.