Chapter 6
Chapter Six
ANNIKA
The shock outweighs the panic, which is good, I guess. I sit on the concrete floor and hug my knees. This is my fucking luck.
I wonder where Molly is right now. She probably has her ankles tucked back behind her ears. She probably has the bartender and the threesome guy fucking her. Probably at the same time. One guy for each hole down there.
Trading holes back and forth, not giving a fuck about anything. Molly screaming and clawing at the bed, making insanely loud porn star moans and groans. Cum filling her ass and her pussy at the same time.
I shake my head and swallow hard. This isn’t Molly’s fault. I wanted to go out and celebrate my freedom.
“How fucking ironic!” I yell, my voice bouncing off the walls.
I look around the room. Concrete. Cool. A buzzing light above my head. I have no idea where I am or what this place is. I have no idea what time it is. What day it is. What year it is. Okay, fine, I know it can’t be days later. Or years, obviously.
My head throbs. I can’t believe he hurt me. Knocked me out.
He…
He.
I’ve heard all the stories. The secret part of SA . Constantly told it was all just rumors and bullshit fairy tale stories about ghosts and demons and all that. That there was no secret group of people who wore robes and masks and did awful things to people. That there were no higher ups in that secret group who secretly controlled the entire world. That the buildings were just old. They weren’t used all that much. And the ones used were for certain people only.
Certain people…
Again, more rumors. Those certain people were rumored to be kids of super rich people. Sent to a secret campus to learn, or not learn, since they also throw insane parties.
The rumors of the parties. Those who attended. Those who claimed to have attended.
My head is spinning. My stomach growls. My mouth is dry. I’ve been attacked, knocked out, kidnapped, and…
The door opens.
I look at him . He’s big. Tall. Broad shoulders. A well-built chest hidden under his black T-shirt. His arms fill the short sleeves easily, with earned muscle and those thick veins running along his biceps down to his forearms, where they connect with other veins that go to his hands.
Am I really starting to eye fuck the man who attacked and kidnapped me?
It feels cliché, yet at the same time, there’s a bit of logic hitting me. Think about it.
If I’m going to die right now, or in a little while, and the guy who is going to kill me is insanely sexy… I mean… why not?
Why not get one last decent fuck? Better yet, what if I fuck him into submission and he agrees to let me go?
My brain and my vagina start to write stories that belong in the pages of a smutty book, all the while this muscular, mean-looking man moves closer toward me.
He’s wearing black jeans. I’m about eye level with a very visible and obvious bulge in his jeans. He’s not hard. He’s just big .
“See something you like?”
His voice is deep and mean. Different from when he attacked me, which tells me he used something to change his voice.
That’s been another rumor too. That these powerful men in masks and robes used something to change their voices.
“You said you would let me out of here,” I say to my capturer.
“Incorrect, doll. I said I would move you from this room. Don’t fucking put words in my mouth.”
Chills move down my spine.
“You know I didn’t see anything. I don’t know what was going on. And I don’t really care. I was with someone at the nightclub. My best friend. She’s got to be freaking out by now.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No. Just warning you. People are going to be looking for me. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”
His right hand instantly wraps itself around my throat. I gasp for a breath but there’s zero air. It’s a clear opening for my anxiety to kick in. A perfect time for a panic attack.
He squeezes harder. There is no anxiety. There is no panic.
“Don’t fucking play that game with me,” he growls at me. “You think you’re going to scare me? You have no fucking idea who I am.”
“I… don’t…”
I utter those two words in a raspy voice.
“I’ll honor what I said to you, doll,” he says. “I’ll get you out of here. Only thing? You’re not walking out of here.”
The way he says that sends me into a panic. I claw at his wrists and try to scream, but can’t. I watch his other hand move, reaching behind him. I fully expect him to produce a gun or a knife and end my life right then and there.
No gun. No knife.
Instead, it’s a needle. I fucking hate needles. Now I’m thrashing even more. But he’s too strong.
One good squeeze at my throat has my body focusing on the lack of air and the crushing pain in my neck.
“Don’t worry, doll, you’re not going to die from this,” he says a moment before the needle is jabbed into my right shoulder.
He pulls the needle from me as he releases his hold on my throat. I open my mouth but I have no ability to speak. I look around and the walls turn into water. I start to fall. There is no ground. I’m floating. I’m flying.
I’m eaten up by darkness.
* * *
“Fuck me, look at her.”
“Move out of the way, I want to see her tits.”
“Touch her and you fucking die, asshole.”
“Oh, did you claim her already?”
“Just stay the fuck away from her.”
“She looks familiar. I wonder if I fucked her.”
“Let me fuck her and I’ll describe it. Then you’ll know.”
“Back. The. Fuck. Up.”
My eyelids flutter and I groan.
“She groans really hot. Come on, man, let me see her tits.”
“Get him the fuck out of here. I’m being dead serious. I have to figure this fucking mess out.”
“Look, easiest thing is to kill her. Slit the bitch’s throat and let her bleed out.”
“No, man, fuck that. Slip her some more GHB. Overdose her. Less attention.”
“I appreciate the advice. Now fuck off.”
My heart is racing. I haven’t processed what’s happened to me yet.
The needle… the darkness…
My eyes slowly start to open. There are three figures hovering over me. All in black hoods and masks. I want to scream but I don’t have that function yet.
Darkness takes me again. The voices fade. So do I.
The next time my eyes open, it’s for good and I’m awake. I can move. I can breathe. I make a noise with my mouth that’s a mix of a loud yawn and a groan.
I sit up. Too fast. The room spins and I turn my head, feeling the urge to vomit taking me. That’s when he lunges at me, hands pushing my shoulders, driving me back down to the bed. He holds me there.
Chills flood my body and my toes curl.
“Stay,” he growls. “You’ve been drugged, doll.”
“Fucking asshole,” I manage to whisper.
“Yeah, right. I could have let them have their way with you. Fuck, maybe I did. How would that make you feel?”
My body tenses and I want to vomit again. Nothing… feels different …
God, I can’t believe I just had to think that way.
He smiles at me. “Fucking chill, doll. Nobody touched you. Other than me. I had to carry you to this room.”
“You attacked me. You drugged me. You kidnapped me. You are so screwed when I get out of here.”
“That’s not the smartest thing to say to someone holding you captive, Annika.”
Him saying my name sends more chills throughout my body. I really need the chills to keep going and collide and stop tingling between my legs.
This is not some dark fantasy where I can say some magic word and everything fades away. This is real life.
“As I said, chill,” he says. “You’ll be fine. If you were going to overdose and die you would have by now. So just rest. Sleep.”
“Yeah, I’m ready for sleep,” I whisper. “No panic here at all.”
“Need another injection, doll?”
“No!” I scream. “I don’t take drugs!”
“You do now,” he says.
He moves his hands from my shoulders. A part of my fucked up head doesn’t want him to stop touching me. My head is heavy and buzzing. I don’t want to sleep but my body keeps demanding it.
“Don’t worry, doll, I’m not leaving you alone for the night. If I wanted you dead, you would be by now.”
“So, what, tomorrow I just wake up and life goes on?”
“Let me say that again, Annika,” he says. “If I wanted you tonight , you would be mine by now. Tomorrow? That’s a whole new day to face. This could be the last night of your life. And you get to spend it with me.”
There’s not a single ounce of him joking around. He means it.
He’s kept me alive tonight… just to kill me tomorrow…