12
Lia
“Logan… Logan, you’re not really… you’re not really going to do that… are you? Logan!”
His hand grips my wrists. Since yesterday night, I’ve gotten used to that, to the way he yanks me around, dragging me to wherever he wants me to go. I’ve gotten used to his anger. But I’m not used to this.
Anger is too soft a word to describe the fury that is radiating from every one of his pores. By the time we’ve reached the back of the warehouse, I’ve lost my footing, and he’s dragging me on the ground, the skin on my thighs burning from the way I’m skidding on the rough surface.
“Please, Logan! Whatever I did, I’m sorry! But I didn’t do anything! Please let me stay with Aurora!”
He only stops when we’ve reached a small room at the other end of the warehouse. He shoves me inside, and my heart sinks when I lift my eyes and take in the iron hooks on the ceiling.
“Logan, please…” I stammer, tears bubbling up in my eyes. “Please don’t take her away from me. Please. Let me stay with her. I won’t speak anymore. I won’t do anything. I won’t even breathe. You won’t hear me. Please.”
He lunges at me, the suddenness of it preventing me from crying out. His hand squeezes around my neck as he slams me against the back wall, and my breathing grows ragged.
“Logan,” I wheeze.
“You won’t speak? You won’t breathe? So why the fuck am I hearing you now?!”
“Please, Logan. Please.” My eyes are glittering with tears as I search his features, trying to find any sign of the boy I once knew. In vain.
“Please. I just need to be with my daughter. Why did you force me out like that?”
The remaining car ride had passed in silence. His face had remained neutral. But the second we parked in front of the warehouse, he went ballistic. Dragging me out of the car, locking it behind us so that Everest remained trapped inside with Aurora.
“Your daughter’s in the car with Everest,” he spits out. “She’s safe. She won’t be hurt. I promised you that. But you will get hurt. I also promise you that. So be fucking careful what you ask for, Lia. Because I don’t think you want the kid around for that. Okay?”
There’s no reason to trust him, and yet I do. I know that everything he’s saying is true. About Aurora, and about me.
“Why now?” I choke out. “What have I done now? Why are you so angry at me now? Why—”
I mouth the rest of my question, his hand squeezing so hard around my neck I can barely talk. Is this the way I go? Strangled to death by the boy who used to care?
But then he releases me entirely. I fall to the ground, gagging and gasping for air. When I glance up at him, I’m surprised to see that ghostly look on his face again.
“Tell me what happened, Lia,” he says, his voice so harsh that it makes me shiver.
“What… what do you mean?”
“Why did you react like that before? When I fingered you?”
I stare at him in utter confusion. Why the hell is he bringing this up now? Why is he bringing it up at all?
“Uhm, no reason. I don’t know. Nothing happened.”
At once, his fingers dig into my hair, wrapping themselves around my curls, and then he yanks me up so hard it feels like he’s ripped my hair from my skull.
“Ow! Fuck, Logan!”
He flips me around, shoving me against the wall, then he pushes up my hemline, his fingers finding the sore flesh he tortured before.
I whimper when I feel his fingers zero in on that spot, even though he doesn’t pinch—for now. But I’m pretty sure he’s going to tear that flesh right off if he squeezes it again.
“Your pussy was so fucking wet, Lia,” he growls in my ear. “Why didn’t you want my fingers? Tell me.”
I swallow hard, feeling very flustered as he keeps his hand on my right ass cheek, while with the other, he drags a finger up and down the sore place on my neck that he’s just squeezed.
This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, my mind screams. This is the moment when you trade your body for safety. Make sure you get that safety. Don’t give your body for nothing.
But a moment later, Logan’s fingers leave my neck to tweak at my nipples through my dress.
And my mind just… shuts down.
I don’t know why I bring my hands down over my breasts to prevent him from playing with them. Maybe because it feels good, and it shouldn’t feel good. I told myself I would let him use me. But I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. Why is my body reacting the way it is?
Logan doesn’t let me shield my breasts for long. He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.
“If you need me to stop,” he breathes in my ear, “Say red.”
I stare at him in confusion. “Wh-what?”
“Is it red, Lia?”
“I don’t…”
“Want me to stop? I won’t force you. But if I were you, I’d say red, Lia, because I’m about to destroy you. So is it red?”
“I, uhm… I don’t… fuck!”
Holding my wrists over my head with one hand, he goes back to tormenting my tits with the other one.
I shudder as he rubs over my nipples, blushing furiously when he chuckles at finding them already stiff.
I want to die in embarrassment, and yet I can’t seem to utter the word to make it stop.
It’s torture being unable to bring my hands down to cover myself, aware that I’m not wearing a bra and that my dress is currently bunched up around my waist…
and yet, I just can’t bring myself to say the word.
“I can tell you’re soaked,” he rasps in my ear, his stiff cock pressed against my leg. “Why didn’t you want my fingers, Lia?”
“Why does it matter what I wanted?” I snap, hiding my confusion under anger.
“It does matter.” He slides his hand under my dress, finding my tits again and flicking my nipples until my pussy throbs with need. “It matters very much, Lia, because while I may murder women without a second of hesitation, one thing I don’t do is violate them.”
“Right,” I hiss, closing my eyes to try to concentrate on anything other than the tingling pressure in my lower body. “I guess you’re not violating me right now, huh?”
“You like it,” he breathes. “I know you like what I’m doing, or you’d say the word.
” He twists each of my nipples in turn, his gentle touch turned punishing, before he edges his fingers very slowly to my pussy.
He takes his time though, stroking up and down my stomach, and by the time he’s neared my folds, I’m so desperate I actually… arch toward his fingers.
He laughs again, his hot breath tickling my nape, and I can’t keep down a sob of humiliation.
“What is it? Has my little brat turned into a crybaby again?”
“I hate you so much.”
“Tsk, tsk.” His fingers remain just inches from my folds, rubbing tantalizingly along the space between them and my upper thighs. “Does that mean you don’t want me to touch you?”
I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood. “I don’t… I don’t know,” I admit finally.
“Hmm.” His hand pauses, and before I can think about what I’m doing, I’m arching into it again.
Another chuckle that makes me want to disappear underground, and then he flips me around. “I think you do know, Lia. I just think you’re too much of a proud little brat to say. Luckily, one of us has changed since high school. I’m done waiting.”
I gasp as he brings me over to the center of the room, right under the metal hooks Carmelo mentioned. My eyes widen, and when I see him grab a pile of chains from the corner, I shiver.
“Logan… wait… please…”
My body is humming with need, but my mind is growing frantic, because I don’t want him to chain me up and leave me here with dog food.
I remember every one of Carmelo’s threats, and by the time he’s finished fixing the chains to my wrists, pulling my arms taut over my head, so taut that my feet barely graze the ground, my body has caught up to my mind.
“Please… don’t leave me here… please…”
He looks at me with a cruel smirk. “I’m not planning to go anywhere for a while, Lia.”
Then he grabs my dress by the collar and… rips it.
In one single movement, he’s torn it clean to the hemline, and the pieces of cloth fall to the ground, leaving me entirely naked apart from the panties that feel practically pasted to my folds from my embarrassing wetness.
A moment later, he rips those off too. I’m stark-naked, my arms pulled up over my head, my tits out and vulnerable. All I can do is squeeze my legs together, trying both to protect my folds from Logan, and to prevent him from seeing how fucked-up my reaction to him is.
Why doesn’t this feel like it did when Carmelo was the one doing it to me? I remember how dry I was, how much it hurt. It was only pain, sickening and violating.
That’s how it should be with Logan too, and yet… my body feels like a bundle of raw nerve endings, and I’m aching for him to touch me.
For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just turns around me slowly, like he’s examining every single part of me. I practically jump out of my skin when he wraps a hand around one of my ankles, and… pries it away from my other leg.
“Logan,” I hiss out.
“Shhh, little brat,” he soothes, running his hand up and down my spine, which only causes more wetness to pool between my legs. “Be a good girl for me, Lia. For once in your fucking life, be a good girl for me.”
Biting down on some strange mix between a string of curse words and a desperate plea for him to keep going, I swallow nervously as he forces my legs apart, before grabbing another chain, and wrapping it around my ankle.
He loops the other side to the hook, and before I know it, my right leg is pushed up high, revealing absolutely everything.
“Oh, my god, Logan…”
I don’t think I’ve ever been more mortified. I twist my face into my arm, and it’s like I can actually feel the heat rising on my cheeks.
But he grabs my chin and forces me to look back at him. “You’re not crying.” He actually looks disappointed.
“Fuck you!” I choke out.
“Too bad.” He runs his hands up and down my face and neck, before going back to tweak my nipples. “How can I make you cry?”
“Fuck. You!”