3. Sophia
THREE
Sophia
F rom the moment I wake up, I already wish I could go back to sleep. I’ve not even opened my eyes yet and my head is throbbing, so I can only imagine how much worse it will get when the sunlight hits.
I open them tentatively, as if trying to brace myself for the onslaught. The sun isn’t too bright, as it’s only filtering into the room around the grey curtains.
Grey curtains? I don’t have grey curtains , I think to myself, as my eyes snap open, taking in the completely unfamiliar room.
When I try to sit up, that’s when the gravity of the situation hits me, because I can’t move at all. My hands and feet are tied to the corners of the bed, pulling me into a star shape. There’s a grey duvet covering me, and I can feel incredibly soft sheets against my naked body.
Despite the pounding in my head, and the black patches in my memory, I try to force myself to remember what the hell happened last night, as I pull against the ropes tying me down.
Whilst fighting against the ropes does nothing except cause pain around my wrists and ankles from the burn, I start to get flashes of the evening before it went to shit.
I remember getting dressed up, going to the club, finding the guy I was going to target…
Benji.
He flashes in my mind like the devil he is, dangerous and more handsome than I’d like to admit. Although I can’t remember what happened, he was the last person I was with, and is most likely the one who kidnapped me.
The ropes haven’t moved even a little, no matter how much I try, so I revert to my only other option—I scream.
I yell and shout at the top of my lungs, begging for someone to help me. It’s not as loud as I’d like, given my mouth feels like cotton wool, but I do my fucking best.
I scream until my voice is hoarse, and I’m in desperate need of water. When my voice cracks, and I can’t shout anymore, fear and panic hits me all at once.
I’m not sure I’m getting out of this room alive.
As soon as that thought hits, I begin to sob uncontrollably.
I’m so lost in my tears, I don’t even hear the door open until it slams closed again. I glance up to see Benji walking towards me, looking the same as last night, if not a little more relaxed.
He’s swapped his suit for grey sweats and a tight black T-shirt that shows off more of his muscles than before. He looks like danger and sin personified, and it terrifies me even more.
Benji holds out a bottle of water as he approaches the bed, but I turn my head to the side, clamping my mouth shut as my death glare tells him everything he needs to know.
I let him drug me once. It won’t happen again. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…fuck, no.
Benji chuckles as he rolls his eyes, almost like I’m entertaining him. “This one isn’t drugged, Kitten. It’s just water.”
I turn to face him, so he can see his words mean nothing. As if to prove a point, he unfastens the cap on the bottle and brings it to his lips, keeping eye contact with me as he takes a large gulp of the water. He then holds it back out to me again.
I want to decline out of principle, to tell him to go to fucking hell, but without water, I’m not sure I can say anything. I really need a fucking drink.
I lift my head up as much as I can, given how tied down I am, and Benji leans close enough to place the opening of the bottle against my lips. He tips it slowly, pouring it into my mouth at just the right speed for me to savour the cool liquid as it coats my throat.
When my mouth no longer feels like cotton wool, I pull back slightly, letting him know I’m finished, so he can move the bottle away. He secures the lid and places it on the bedside table.
Now that my throat isn’t as sore, I find my voice again. “What the fuck did you do to me?” I wanted to sound tough and angry, but it came out as terrified and lost.
His face twists into a scowl. “Not as much as I’d planned to.”
“What?” I ask in confusion.
Benji takes a seat on the bed next to my hip, sitting much closer than I’m comfortable with, but given I’m tied down, I can’t really move away. He’s staring at me with a look in his dark eyes, like I’m the confusing one.
“The plan was to drug you, fuck you, film me taking your virginity so I could send it to your dad, before dumping your naked body back in the car park for anyone to find.
“Well, actually, that was the revised plan. Originally, I was just going to kill you, but it changed when I learnt about your dad trying to preserve your virginity.”
Holy shit, this just got so much worse than I thought. I don’t know which of those scenarios scares me more. All I know is that I need to get out of here before he gets the chance to act on his plans. I’m just not sure how yet.
Tears stream down my face as I struggle to catch my breath, panic hitting me even worse than before. I can’t think straight when all my thoughts are of the horrible things he might do to me.
My vision blurs and my chest burns as I struggle to pull in enough oxygen.
“Relax. Breathe,” Benji says in a calm, soothing voice. “That’s it, focus on your breathing. I didn’t go through with the plan, so you don’t have to be so scared.”
The hilarity of the situation is not lost on me. I’m tied to his bed, discussing my immanent rape or death, and he’s telling me to breathe and stay calm as he’s not done it yet.
Strangely, I pull in air every time he tells me to breathe, and it helps immensely. My heart rate slows down and my vision isn’t as blurry, so I focus on keeping my breathing steady.
“Why?” I’m not entirely sure what I’m asking him, but I have to say something.
“After talking to you and getting to know you, my plans changed. There’s something about you, Kitten,” he says, his eyes boring into mine with such intensity, it makes my stomach flutter.
“What are your plans now?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “That depends on you.”
What kind of fucking answer is that? I scowl at him as the silence stretches out between us, making it clear I’m waiting for him to elaborate.
“Can you be honest with me?” His eyes are assessing me, looking for any signs that I might be lying to him.
“Given the circumstances, I’m not sure what the point would be for me to lie?”
His eyes flash with something like excitement, accentuating his dangerous aura. “Good answer, Kitten.”
I roll my eyes at his patronising tone, despite the flutters in my stomach at his praise. He definitely doesn’t need to know I have a bit of an unexplored praise kink.
“Ask your fucking question,” I snap, trying to hide the confusing feelings beneath the surface.
He shuffles closer to me, the bed to the side of me dipping until he settles with his hip against mine. “When I first came over to speak to you in the club, what did you think?”
I open my mouth to let the smart-arse remark fly out, but quickly shut it when I remember I’m supposed to be telling the truth. It’s my only hope of getting out of here alive and in one piece.
So despite my desperate urge to answer with something snarky or sarcastic, I rein it in and reply honestly.
“I thought you looked dangerous, and all kinds of wrong for me.”
That smug smile of his grows. “You weren’t wrong, Kitten. Were you attracted to me?”
I bite my lip again, though I’m not able to hold back all of my snark this time. “You know you’re hot, so stop fishing for compliments.”
Benji throws his head back and laughs. It softens his face, making him look younger and more handsome. “That’s true.”
I scoff as his head grows bigger. “I saw the way you were looking at me, too.”
I’m not sure why the hell I said that. I hate him knowing I think he’s attractive, and I guess this was my way of evening the playing field.
Benji’s eyes darken, heat flaring in them as he drags his gaze over my body, lighting a fire over my skin as though it’s following the same path he takes,warming me up as he goes. I feel more exposed, like he’s really seeing me, and my breath catches in my throat from the intensity.
Benji leans in even closer, until he’s in my face, his gaze fixed with mine. “I was definitely looking. I thought you were gorgeous in those skirts you wore around university, but then I saw you all dressed up, wearing that tight dress and high heels, looking sexy and sultry—that’s easily my favourite version of you.”
My head is swimming from his words. I don’t know whether to be flattered by his compliment, turned on by the way he’s looking at me, or confused as hell that he knows what I wear at university.
“How do you know what I wear to class?”
His smile tilts into something that’s a little mischievous…and deadly. “Kitten, I’ve been following you for weeks.” He says it so unashamedly, like it’s not a big deal.
“What the fuck?! You’ve been stalking me?!” I shout, my nostrils flaring as my face twists with rage.
He shrugs unapologetically, like we’re discussing something as simple as the weather. “I’ve seen how much you like to be in control,” he says suggestively.
When it hits me what he’s referring to, I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassment flooding my body, making my cheeks heat. “You fucking watched me?”
I open my eyes in time to see him nodding, smirking at me. “I did more than watch. I stroked my cock to thoughts of you regularly.”
I can’t help myself, I drop my gaze to his trousers, noting the way they’re tented. I bite my lip from saying anything more, as I struggle to look away from his obviously hard length.
“What I want to know is…do you like putting men on their knees, or do you do it to protect your virtue?” he asks, assessing me again for the truth.
I pause for a moment, considering the answer. “I like men on their knees.”
He shakes his head, looking annoyed. “I told you not to lie to me, Kitten.”
“I-I’m not,” I stutter, not sounding at all convincing.
“I think you’re submissive. You’re just waiting for the right man to show you what you like.”
His words hit a little closer to home than I’d like, so I respond defensively. “I’m capable of seeing to myself.”
He laughs as he leans down so that his body is hovering over mine. His warmth hits me, making me feel closed in, but not necessarily in a bad way.
“I promise, whatever you can do with that tiny vibe of yours, it’s nothing compared to the pleasure I could give you,” he whispers, his voice deep and gravelly.
My breathing stutters and my core tightens, heating me up as my pussy gets wetter. I try to fight against my body’s reaction, hoping he doesn’t notice.
“Considering you drugged me, and fucking kidnapped me, I can’t see that happening,” I snap, though I don’t sound anywhere near as angry as I should.
His eyes narrow as he presses his body harder against mine in the most delicious way. I almost forget I’m tied up, or being held captive… When I remember, I freeze.
Benji’s lips are close to mine as he says, “That brings me to the whole point of this conversation. I think it’d be a waste to kill you, even if it would get me the revenge I crave.”
I shake my head rapidly, biting on the inside of my cheek to stop any tears from falling as panic overwhelms me. “Please, don’t kill me,” I beg, using my eyes to plead with him.
“There’s something about you, Kitten. I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he mutters, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I’m relieved that he’s not going to kill me, but then the weight of his words hit me, and I’m terrified all over again. “You’re going to force me to stay here with you?”
He shakes his head, but there’s something about his expression that stops the relief I should be feeling. “I’m not going to force you to do anything.”
I can’t help but think his sentence sounds unfinished, like there’s a caveat he’s going to add on at the end.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I think I intrigue you as much as you do me. If I were to touch your pretty pussy right now, would you be wet for me?” His eyes bore into mine, searching once more for the truth.
I shake my head but don’t say a word, as I’m clearly not able to lie to him.
Benji keeps his dark eyes on me as he leans back, shuffling so he’s facing my body. He slowly slides his hand under the duvet and I freeze, knowing exactly what he’s about to do.
His fingers travel over my naked stomach, leaving a trail of heat behind as they slowly make their way down. My body trembles as his hand cups me, but I stay silent.
When his long, calloused finger slides through my slit, I gasp, and Benji groans. He presses against my clit, causing me to arch my back as I rock my hips towards him, biting my lip to prevent any more sounds from escaping. A low moan slips out and Benji’s eyes darken with lust.
He slides his fingers through my slit once more, lingering at my entrance for a maddening length of time before he slowly pulls his fingers away. I want to scream at how much my body mourns the loss of his touch.
Benji brings his fingers out from under the duvet, and he holds them up, showing us both how wet I am for him. His eyes look almost feral as his gaze flicks from his soaked fingers to my flaming red cheeks.
“I thought I told you not to lie to me, Kitten,” he growls, though there’s no anger in his voice, only lust.
I watch with rapt attention as he pulls his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. His eyes seem to roll as he tastes me, making sure they’re completely clean before he removes them.
I stutter, trying to find the right thing to say as humiliation floods my body, flushing my skin. “I-I… I’m?—”
Benji cuts me off, taking pity on me. “This is why I’m not ready to let you go yet. There’s so much I want to do to you, and I think you want it too. But I can’t ignore my burning need to get revenge against your father, so I’m going to make you an offer…”
My heart is racing and I hold my breath, waiting for him to continue. This feels like it’s about to be one of those life changing moments, where the wrong choice could be deadly.
“What is it?” I ask, not able to take the suspense that his silence is building.
“I can either kill you and send your body back to your father in pieces, or I can keep you. I’ll take your virginity and then marry you, so your father can’t sell you to anyone else.”
My eyes widen and my brows disappear into my hairline as his words repeat over and over in my head. Maybe if I keep repeating them, they’ll eventually make more fucking sense.
“That’s hardly a fucking choice. Die, or stay here as a prisoner, waiting to get raped and married to you,” I snap, nausea rippling through me as I say the words aloud.
Benji’s eyes darken dangerously. “It’s not rape if you beg me for it, Kitten. We both know your body wants it.”
“That’s… T-that’s not…” I stutter.
“How about I make you another deal? If I can give you a mindblowing orgasm, unlike anything you’ve had before, then you’ll stay with me,” he suggests, and my heart races.
I know what my answer should be, but instead, I say, “I’m not giving you my virginity now to prove a point.”
He smirks as he leans in closer. “I don’t need to use my cock. I can do it with my fingers and mouth.”
My interest is more than piqued, but I try not to let him see that. I force out a laugh. “No, you can’t.”
“Is that a challenge, Kitten?”
I’m torn, as I can’t deny I’m drawn to him. There’s something about him that just makes me feel more alive than ever before.
Obviously, I don’t want to die, but even without that being thrown into the ultimatum, I’m tempted by his offer.
I want to know if it’s possible for him to make me feel like that. “You have a deal,” I say.
What do I have to lose?