31. Trixie
THIRTY-ONE
TRIXIE
I fight the man dragging me out of the car. I’ve scratched him a few times, kicked him in the knees, and I’ve elbowed him in the stomach. I did everything I’ve learned in kickboxing, but when the man is three times the size of me it’s difficult to run.
I’ve been slapped more than once, I guess he doesn’t like someone fighting him back. He’s also threatened to rape me, just to shut me up.
And if that isn’t enough to scare the hell out of me, he grips my neck and squeezes so hard I can’t breathe. After that, I decide not to move a single muscle.
He throws me to the ground as if I weigh nothing. I can see a pair of black dress shoes in front of me, and then I look up. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up to stand. My hands grab his hands to stop the sting of the pull on my scalp. I’ve had a lot of experience with Robert to know what to do to counteract the pain. I can feel my pulse racing, and a pain in my lungs. It could be the scream I’m holding inside, but it’s hurting me.
“I don’t need you. You’re only here to bring him to me.” He pulls me closer and leans his face closer to mine. God, I want to be sick, the disgusting smell from his mouth is making me want to vomit.
“They always tell you, to get what you want you need to find their weakness. I found his weakness. But I also found someone else who wants you, too.”
Now my body tenses up. Is he selling me to someone else? Just to get Declan to come here to rescue me? A cold icy chill moves through my body. The sour sickening taste in my mouth makes me know that something bad is about to happen. I really don’t think Declan can save me in time.
If I thought his breath was going to make me sick, this new fear is one hundred percent going to make me sick. I won’t go down without a fight, though, that I can promise. I will die before I let anyone else fucking touch me. I’m never letting anyone touch me, even if I’m dying. I want Declan’s touch to be the last thing I remember if I die.
“Hello.” My whole body freezes.
No. Anyone but him. Anyone in the world but him.
“Thank you for letting me know how I can get Declan here.” The guy who kidnapped me pushes me back so that my back slams into his chest.
“Your payment.” Do not cry. Do not cry. I repeat it to myself and hope that someone answers my prayers.
No matter how many times I tell myself not to cry, tears come to my eyes as I feel his hand on my stomach.
“I’ve missed you.” He kisses my neck, I close my eyes, and feel the tears land on my cheek.
“I won’t punish you for letting that little boy touch you, but now you’re truly mine. By the time he comes, we’ll be too far away for him to find us.” He turns me around, and grabs my cheeks hard and pulls my face to look at him. His eyes are dark, a lot darker than I’ve ever seen them before in Robert's eyes. “Are you ready for forever with me?”