Tears sloshed inside me like a storm upon a sea, smashing against my ribcage.
Don't give in.
Time sped up as unsteadiness latched onto my brain, throwing me to the side. My skin crawled. My blood boiled with misplaced disgusting lust.
Being in this place, this awful foreign place, imprisoned me worse than Hawksridge.
I’m all alone.
Even my body was a traitor as it hummed and melted, ignoring my demands to remain frigid and fighting.
“Get on the bed, whore.” Tossing me onto the mattress, Daniel cackled. The alcohol he’d consumed glazed his eyes, turning his touch sloppy and cruel.
I bounced on the soft bedspread, shaking my head to rid the imbalance. The tent parried and pirouetted, refusing to remain in one place.
Daniel threw himself on top of me. The air erupted from my body with his heaviness.
Instantly, fire exploded through my system. “Getoffme!”
“Oh, yes. Scream all you want. No one will care.” His hands fumbled with the waistband of my jeans, tearing at the zipper.
“No!”My voice broke as the scream tore my throat.
“Fuck, that makes me hard.” Daniel licked my cheek, spreading disgusting saliva. “I’ll make sure you prefer me to my father, you can count on it.” His hand soared over my ribcage, latching onto my breast.
I squirmed and kicked and screamed andthrashed.
“Goddammit, you’re wild.”
I kept fighting. My petrified fear buried beneath lawyers of rapidly failing courage. “Stop.Stop!”
Daniel only laughed. “Tire yourself out. There’s a good fucking bitch.” He shoved my shoulders against the mattress, pinning me down. His legs spread over mine. “Been waiting for this day for months, little Weaver.”
His fingers tweaked my nipple and heinous pleasure shot through my system.
Lust.
Desire.
Pleasure.
No.
I could handle fighting. I could handle battling for my life. But I couldn’t handle wrestling with my body. That was supposed to be onmyside. Mine. Not his.
Mine.
A surge of power swatted the drug’s effects away; I soared into life. My knee shot upright, colliding with soft balls and hard cock.
Daniel crumpled in slow motion, a guttural groan tearing from his mouth. His skin shot white as pain-perspiration decorated his forehead. Gasping for breath, he fell to the side, releasing me to hold his precious equipment.
Writhing away, I flew to my knees and rolled off the bed. “I hate you!Hate you!”
Somehow, Daniel fought through the agony, hurling himself after me to grapple around my legs.
We tumbled to the tent floor, pricked by twigs and debris beneath the canvas lining.
Daniel turned red. “You fucking bitch!”
