Chapter 4 #2
“I don’t care for Charlie. I just want you to know how bad I feel about the comment I made. That was all. I never wanted to disappoint you. Please believe me.”
His eyes soften for just a moment as he cups my face. “I do believe you. You have a sweetness to you that I enjoy. But you will never think of another man other than me from now on, is that understood?”
“Not even my own father?”
“Don’t get sassy with me.”
“I won’t. I promise.” It would be impossible anyway. Dimitri has overtaken my entire mind already.
“Good. But you still need to learn your lesson.” He unties my wrists but before I can do anything, he flips me onto my stomach and shoves my dress up and my underwear down.
And that’s when he spanks me again.
“Do you want to be a good girl for me?”
“I do,” I cry out, clutching the blanket to help stifle my sob. Dimitri is worming his way into my mind and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to push him out. I’m not sure I want to. His strength and power draws me into him. I want to please him so badly it almost hurts.
So am I incapable of it?
He spanks me in quick succession before he stops. My backside is stinging. It’s never going to get to heal at this rate. “Then be a good girl for me. Don’t embarrass me like that again in front of other people. If you’re not happy with me, then tell me. Not other people.”
“But you don’t want to hear that I’m unhappy.”
He settles his hand on my ass but doesn’t hit it. A throb of arousal hits me and it takes everything inside of me to not press my legs together to make it go away. “Are you unhappy? I’m teaching you discipline, Sofiya.”
“But if you want me to love you, then you could show me kindness. You don’t need to break me down to achieve that.”
“You would open your heart to me? Of your own free will?”
“I was taught to be a wife my entire life. I knew this was my fate. I’ll open my heart to you if you’ll open yours to me.” I don’t dare look at him. What does his face say? If it’s covered in disappointment, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
He gives my backside one more gentle slap before removing his hand. A whimper escapes my mouth.
“You’re forgiven for your comment,” he says. His fingers tap my inner thighs. “Are you wet again?”
I shift my hips forward, pressing them against the bed. The desire wracking through my body is all consuming and confusing. Why does my body respond this way when he spanks me?
“Part your legs,” he commands, gently opening my legs for me. I press my face against the mattress, squeezing my eyes shut.
That’s when Dimitri brings his hand between my legs. Once more, his fingers hover over my nub but he doesn’t press down. My body is aching for his touch. I could beg him and he would do it. It’s obvious to me that Dimitri desires me too. So why can’t I say the words?
I think I’m still afraid of what will happen when I fully give myself into him.
“I could make you feel good, Sofiya,” he murmurs. “I could show you pleasure beyond compare. I’ll punish you whenever you act out. But I’ll reward you when you’re good. But I need to hear you say it. I need you to tell me to pleasure you with my fingers. I won’t otherwise.”
It’s another test. He wants to see how far I’m willing to go to get this. To have him.
He wants me begging for him all the time but I’m not there yet.
“No,” I whisper. “I won’t say it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not ready yet.” I’m not ready to give my entire being over to Dimitri. It’s too scary.
He removes his hand from between my legs and it takes everything inside of me to not beg him to touch me again. Dimitri puts my panties back in place and pulls my dress down.
“There,” he says. “Get some sleep. You still have a few more hours before it’s daytime.”
“Where are you going?” I ask when he heads for the doorway.
“I’m going to sleep in the other room.”
I push myself up on shaky arms. “Why?”
He only gives me a knowing look before walking away. Am I supposed to understand what that means? Is this another sort of game of Dimitri’s? Make me miss him so I’ll want him more?
If so, it’s working.
As I get under the covers and curl into a ball, I can’t help but feel more alone than I’ve ever been in my entire life. And it makes me miss Dimitri.
I wake to the sensation of someone in the room with me. When I open my eyes, I see that it’s still dark out. I’ve only been asleep for a couple of hours so my head and eyes are groggy. It takes me a moment to realize what I’m seeing.
A man is standing in my room.
But it’s not Dimitri.
Before I can scream, the man runs over to me and slaps his hand across my mouth. “Don’t scream or this will be worse for you.”
I nod because what else is there for me to do?
With the man so close to me, I can see his features. A deep, red scar covers half his face. It makes his already scary features even more scary.
He pulls out duct tape from his pocket and places a piece over my mouth. “If you scream, I’ll gut you like a pig. Is that clear?”
I nod. What is happening? How did this man get in here? Where’s Dimitri?
Is Dimitri dead?
I’m not sure how I even feel about that.
The man pulls rope out of a bag at his feet and ties my hands up before he throws me over his shoulder. I look around the villa as we walk through it, searching for Dimitri, but I can’t see him.
“Dimitri!” I try to shout through the duct tape but my voice only comes out muffled.
“Quiet,” the man snaps. He brings me outside and sets me on my feet. “Walk.”
Without hesitating, I take off running. Since I’m on a rocky mountainside in Greece, the terrain is uneven but that doesn’t stop me. I’m not going to get kidnapped. I’m not going to be murdered.
Not after everything I’ve had to endure with Dimitri.
The man chases after me.
“Help me!” I try to scream but once again, the duct tape prevents that. My foot hits a step in the road and I stumble down a couple of stairs before the man reaches me and yanks me to my feet. My body is stinging from the pain.
The man lifts me into his arms, bridal style, and carries me down the steps the rest of the way until we reach the docks. A boat is waiting. He practically throws me onto it. I lose my balance and fall onto my side since my bound hands prevent me from protecting my fall.
I groan from the pain.
It’s then that I realize there are multiple men on the boat. Two other men. The scarred face man joins them and they start the boat.
Where are they taking me? Will Dimitri ever be able to find me? Will he think I left him?
With my hands tied behind my back, I have no way of freeing myself. All I can do is sit up and look around. At least if I remember where I am, I can try to find a way back.
Back to Dimitri.
He’s my only hope now. The irony of it all makes me cry.
The scarred man kneels down beside me. “Why are you crying? We haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
His words only make me cry harder.
He rips the duct tape off my mouth, making me wince.
“You’re just a little bitch, aren’t you?
” Judging from his accent, he’s from around here.
Or at least, somewhere in Europe. I’m not an expert on different European accents.
But his English is perfect, which isn’t surprising since a lot of Europeans are fluent in English.
These details about him don’t change the fact that I’m getting kidnapped.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask.
He chuckles but there’s no humor to it. “Can’t tell you that.”
“Where’s my husband? What did you do to him?”
“Can’t tell you that either.”
“Then what can you tell me?”
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” He slaps another piece of duct tape back over my mouth.
“It’s cute that you’re so concerned for your husband.
Do you know the kind of work he’s involved in?
Human trafficking. He fucked me over and now I’m getting revenge.
Your husband is a dirty fucking bastard. ”
I knew Dimitri wasn’t a good man but human trafficking? Does Dimitri really play a part in that?
Does… does he have a part to play in my kidnapping right now? Did he only marry me to sell me off?
No. That doesn’t make any sense. Not with how obsessed he is with me. Dimitri isn’t behind this.
These men are.
The boat reaches Athens and the scarred man carries me so I can’t try running again. After shoving me into a car, I’m brought to some run down house in a run down neighborhood. The house has seen better days. The paint is peeling. It looks tired and worn down.
I’m forced out of the car and into the house. It’s falling apart inside. There’s a hole in the roof. The smell of mold is strong in the air. I stumble from a broken floorboard.
The men bring me into a bedroom with a dirty mattress on the floor and nothing else in it. Is this where I’m going to be raped and killed?
Or sold off to the highest bidder?
“Sit,” the man orders. “Don’t try to run. You won’t get far.” He shuts the door behind him.
I breathe out a sigh. At least I’m alone for the moment. That will help me think. Find a way to escape. Looking around the room, all I see is a window but it has bars on it. No way out. I try desperately to get the binds off me but I can’t. I’m stuck like this.
Time passes by inside the room. Hours or just minutes, I’m not sure. But with nothing to do, I just sit there and try to plan for an escape, though I’m not na?ve. I know I won’t be able to escape. Not with three men out there. Not when I don’t even know where I am.
I don’t have any money with me to rent a boat back to the island to get to Dimitri.
He wanted to break me down so all I could think of was him. Well, now all I can do is think of him. Wonder if he’s dead. Wonder if he’ll find me. Wonder if he’ll blame me for this.
At least I can see out the window and guess the time of day from that. Hours pass by because soon, the sun starts to set.
The scarred man comes back inside and unties my hands and pulls off the duct tape from my mouth. “Here.” He throws a sandwich at me. “Eat up. Can’t have you dying.”
“What’s happening? What’s going on?”
“You’ll fetch good money on the black market. A beautiful woman like you will go for a lot.”
So, they are going to sell me.
I stare down at the gross looking sandwich. “I don’t want to eat that.”
“Tough luck. It’s all you’re getting.” He leaves the room again.
With my stomach rumbling, I force myself to eat the sandwich, even as it makes me want to vomit. I need strength if I’m going to survive this.
But what I really need is my husband.
More hours pass by until it’s pitch black outside. That’s when the man returns and pulls me to my feet.
“It’s time,” he says.
Time for me to be sold.
He practically drags me from the room because my legs stop working. As if I can somehow stop this from happening when I know I can’t.
A car is waiting outside to take me to whoever is going to buy me.
And takes me one step farther from Dimitri.