Chapter 37- Simone
Things had not gone as planned. I had gotten myself free of the lock and chain and by the time Miguel had gotten back and then I had tried to fight him. I’d intended on getting the keys from him and driving somewhere safe to call Lucien. To call Albie… Hell, anyone who might have been looking for me.
But Miguel had been ready and waiting for me to escape.
He’d pinned me down and used a syringe filled with God knows what.
Through the haze, I’d tried to fight him.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you belong to me,” he’d responded.
He had started pulling down my pants and I realized he was going to rape me. I didn’t want him to, but I was powerless.
“I’m never going to want you,” I tried to keep my eyes open.
“I DON’T CARE!” He had roared. “God took you from me once, but I have you back now…”
It was then I realized that Miguel had never seen me as Simone, just as his dead fiancé. If he fucked me, it wouldn’t be Simone that he was fucking but Cheyenne, his dead fiancé.
He leaned over me and starred down. I started to recall my mother’s words as I was growing up. She’d been pimped out for years by my father and had told me that a lot of the time to keep from being raped by Johns, she would be disgusting.
“If you’re ever in that situation baby, bleed on them. Vomit on them…whatever you need to do. Men don’t like disgusting girls.”
Who would have known that that would stick with me?
“My…” It seemed hard to swallow. “My period is on…”
“What?”
I was so close to losing consciousness. “My period is starting, so you’ll get blood on…”
Darkness took me then.
I didn’t remember anything except waking up slung over Miguel’s shoulder and dawn had started to touch on the sky. My feet and my mouth had been bound again. I tried to struggle but it was of no use. From the vantage point of his shoulder and the amount of light from the early parts of dawn, I saw the houses and his car parked to the side of a dirt road.
No one came out to stop him.
No one was here.
He dropped me like a sack of potatoes, and I landed on my side.
“I hate that had to come to this, Simone…you need to learn your lesson...three days should be long enough...”
Miguel’s voice was eerie and it was making my skin crawl. How had I never seen how crazy this man was. Now I was in the middle of God knows where sweating in the Texas heat. I thought about all the times I cursed Chicago for its wind and cold and ice this past year and knew I’d give my left leg to be there now.
I tried to wiggle away but I already knew I wasn’t going to get far. Screaming, I knew no one could hear me.
Lucien flashed in my mind. The way his brown eyes would watch me when he thought I didn’t know. I’d thought about Fedor and the pups; thought about how I might never touch their w
My face was beginning to become wet with tears that I couldn’t wipe.
Then without warning, I was plummeting downward, face first. I hit with a splash and knew it was water. My body started to burn all over from the painful impact.
Something might have been broken but I couldn’t tell what. The last flashes of light disappeared as from what I assumed was a well when that psychopath covered the hole back up.
The next time I saw light, my eyes had stung with pain as light filtered into my irises.
