Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
ANNIKA
There are waves of calm, and waves of pure panic and terror. I’m not sure if this is common for those kidnapped. I’ve never met anyone who had been kidnapped before. And I never personally imagined myself being kidnapped.
It also doesn’t help matters that my kidnapper is practically seven feet of pure muscle and anger. And insanely good looking. I’m talking hotter than a desert in a heatwave. One look at him and I’m trembling with fear yet my vagina is dripping with excitement. Drooling for attention, yet she has no clue what is happening.
I hate to admit this, but you know how they say guys think with their other head ? Well, the same happens for women. We have a set of lips for talking and being logical and we have a set of lips for being illogical and acting crazy.
No matter how hard I squeeze my legs together and shake my head, I can’t help but think about what it felt like with his hand around my throat. Squeezing hard but not too hard. Hurting me slightly but definitely not choking to kill me.
All I can figure right now is that the intense adrenaline has my mind and body acting crazy. I keep drinking water, going pee, and waiting for him to come back.
When I close my eyes I picture the others… masks and robes, standing over me. Making comments about me. Wanting to fuck me.
I think about Molly. I wonder if she realizes by now I’m in some hot water. Then again, knowing Molly, she probably went home with one or ten guys and partied all night into the morning. It’ll take her at least another day or two to realize I’m missing.
Thanks for that, best friend!
Not to mention this entire thing is Molly’s fault.
“No, it’s not,” I whisper out loud, just to hear my voice. Just to hear some kind of noise.
This room is cozy but the reality behind it is far from cozy. The bed is nice and comfortable. The walls are painted a warm gray color. Inviting and relaxing with random pieces of artwork on the walls. Abstract stuff. The kind of painting you can look at for hours and never see the same thing twice.
There are no windows in this room. It’s creepy. Scary. The exact kind of room you’d think someone kidnapped would be held captive in.
The door finally opens and he walks in. I don’t know why but I jump off the bed and to my feet. As though I’m greeting him.
Ew, Annika, what the fuck?
He freezes and shuts the door. Then locks it.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“What?” I ask.
“You’re blushing a little, doll. Were you fingering yourself?”
I scoff, blushing even harder.
“It’s fine by me,” he says. “Ask for permission next time or else you’ll get a belt to your ass.”
I gasp. “Excuse me? What I do when I’m alone is not any of your—”
He flies across the bedroom and has his hand over my mouth before I can finish my statement. His fingers digging so hard against my cheeks, my teeth cut the insides of my mouth.
I whimper. But I don’t fight back. I could fight back.
But. I. Don’t.
“Let me explain something to you, doll,” he growls at me. “I own your sweet, soft cunt. Got it? And what I say… goes.”
I taste blood in my mouth. My eyes water.
“Next time you want to touch yourself, you ask for permission. Do you understand me?”
I nod. My knees tremble, threatening to give out. I’ve never been treated like this before. Anything sexual in my life has always been as plain as vanilla ice cream. And there is nothing wrong with vanilla ice cream at all.
But this guy… he’s like… he’s a freshly baked slice of apple pie with vanilla ice cream scooped on top with freshly grated cinnamon on top.
Doused in whiskey and ready to kill me too.
Apple pie with cyanide in it. And yet I can’t help but secretly want to eat it.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I say. He releases his hold on my mouth. I touch my jaw. “I wasn’t touching myself. My pants aren’t even undone or anything.”
“She’s got a mouth on her,” he grumbles to himself.
He grabs my wrists and lifts my hands toward his face. Next thing I know he’s smelling my fingers. Disgust attempts to flood my body but it’s overrun by something totally opposite.
I start to envision if I had been touching myself. If my fingertips were a little damp. If they had the smell of need coated on them with invisible intent. Then what? What would this gigantic, mean guy do?
“Your fingers are clean but eyes aren’t,” he whispers. “I think it’s time we’ve had a conversation, Annika. Then we can talk about your masturbation needs. Deal?”
My toes curl. I swallow hard.
“Okay,” I whisper.
What’s it called when someone kidnaps you and they’re just so insanely evil and sexy that you find yourself accepting the kidnapping and are secretly turned on by it?
* * *
“I know who you are,” he says as he sits on the corner of the bed.
His black T-shirt has pulled up enough to expose the empty belt loops on his black jeans and just a sliver of tan skin.
I’m hugging my knees, sitting at the top of the bed.
“I didn’t even have to snoop through your phone, Annika. You’re a bit of a popular girl, aren’t you?”
“Me? Popular?” I scoff. “You have the wrong girl then. I’ve never been popular. Ever. Maybe you meant to kidnap my best friend, Molly.”
“Best friend, huh? Want to know how many times your phone has gone off since I took it from you?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Just proves how unpopular I am. To be honest, Molly will figure it out soon. And she’s a total spaz. If I could send her a text…”
To my complete surprise, he reaches into his pocket, takes out my phone, and tosses it toward me. I’m expecting this to be some kind of evil game. Like the phone is dead or it’s a different phone. That kind of thing.
Nope. It’s my phone. And it’s mostly charged.
My brain screams at me to hurry. To send a text for help.
“I know,” he says. “Who to text, right? What to say? You don’t even know where you are. Well, doll, you’re on campus. You’re in an old building. One of the back buildings. These basement rooms were used during the wars for safety. No windows and all that. After that, they were used for intense studying. Again, no windows. No distractions. Want me to tell you the exact location?”
“Why?” I blurt out. “Change of heart?”
“There you go with that mouth again. Such a fucking attitude. Who hurt you in life?”
“You did. Asshole. I don’t even know your name. So to me, you’re just Asshole .”
He turns and slides his right hand up the bed toward me. I catch myself swallowing hard, wondering what the wandering hand of his is going to want from me.
And I wonder why I feel so willing to give him whatever it is he demands.
“Perilous,” he growls. “That’s my name. Peri for short. Everything you’ve heard is true. The broods . The Legion. The Perg . Everything is true, Annika. You’ve enjoyed your cushiony stay here at SA for years now, haven’t you? A rich, old college to stumble through an education while your daddy’s connections already have a job lined up for you. You never traveled to the other side of the campus. Were warned not to. Tempted to see. Maybe attended a party or two right in the middle. Never knowing for sure what was real or not. Well, doll, it’s all true and it’s all real.”
My heart sinks as it races. Just hearing him say it all… Hearing his name.
Perilous.
Peri.
I close my eyes and feel them well with tears. It makes sense now why he’s doing this to me. Giving me my phone. Telling me his name.
He fucking with me.
He’s going to kill me right now, isn’t he?
* * *
“I’m not going to kill you right now, Annika,” Peri says.
I gasp and open my eyes.
How…?
His fingers touch my left leg. Climbing up to my knee.
“You’re actually very much in demand right now,” he says.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
Peri pushes my left leg open. I let him.
“You do understand what this is, right, doll? I am in control of you. If I want to see your succulent cunt right now, you’d take off these jeans and your panties and show me, correct?”
“And if I don’t?”
“This room works from a mindset of consent, Annika. So… consent…?”
I gently nod.
His right thumb digs at the inside of my knee. My body jumps. He slides his thumb along the inside of my leg. It’s ticklish yet treacherous. I want to scream at him, and I picture myself doing so, like some kind of maniacal person.
“Take your jeans off, doll,” Peri orders. “What kind of panties are you wearing.”
My teeth chatter.
I’m actually wearing my favorite panties at the moment. The ones I wear when I go out to have fun, just in case I end up hooking up with someone. Every woman has their sex panties . The ones you wear when you’re hoping to have sex.
These hug my hips perfectly, with a line of laced borders that are a darker shade of red than the rest of the panty. They have the right shape and form for my body. They work with my ass in a way that is heavenly. It’s the only time I think my ass looks good.
“Move,” Peri orders.
He smacks the inside of my left leg and I gasp. Chills race right between my legs. I basically jump off the bed and slowly catch my breath. I turn and face Peri.
His eyes are deadly and deadly serious.
I unbutton my jeans and push them down. My skin feels cool and prickles with goosebumps. I step out of my jeans and stand there in my panties. I’m still wearing my shirt and bra. Plenty of clothing on, maybe.
Peri stands up from the bed. He towers over me. It’s almost unfair how much bigger he is than I am.
“You are in such demand, Annika,” he says. He touches my chin. “Do you remember what I did when we first met?”
His voice is low and getting lower, deeper, growling—almost whispering.
“I fucking killed a man in front of you.”
It’s not that I forgot about that part. I mean it’s the whole reason I’m here right now. I think I just sort of blocked that part out for the moment. Now it comes rushing back. I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“I killed him, doll. I stabbed him over and over. It felt so fucking good to do. Almost as good as getting my dick sucked.”
My teeth chatter.
“So what now? Do I kill again? Or do I get my dick sucked?”
I feel my cheeks instantly become red-hot. I can only imagine the color red they must be for Peri to look at.
There’s no way he’s serious… no way he wants me to…
There’s a fire burning inside me that I never felt before. All those fun fantasies of traveling the world and getting fucked by random men? I thought that was intense and a bit naughty . But what I’m feeling now?
Kidnap me and make me suck your dick.
I can’t fight the feeling off because my anxiety and adrenaline are at an all-time high and mixed together. My pussy is soaked. My panties pull against me from the wetness. A small sense of sensibility hits me.
“I’ll suck your cock,” I say, my body trembling. “And then I can leave.”
Peri curls his lip. “Okay…”
Okay?
Okay!
I suddenly feel like I’m in control. I have my exit out of this disaster, and I get to act out on a fantasy. It’s a total win-win situation. Which means there’s only one thing to do now.
I drop to my knees.