This room seems to be angry-slave-proof just like me.
Wasim keep talking, “Oh yes, I implore you, start running away from me, it's my favorite game but let me warn you, when I catch you slave and I’m definitely going to catch you, there's no turning back.” His hair is no longer perfectly set as it once was, it's flowing over his forehead. His eyes are not in control like before, they seem out of focus and insane. The man is showing himself, just as I suspected he was, a dark lunatic.
Knowing it’s time to act, I take my shoes off my feet, letting him know that I'm getting ready to climb into his bed.
“I see you're a smart one, I just imagined chasing you and my dick almost exploded, so get on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
I walk slowly towards the mattress; he follows me with his predatory gaze, his breathing is thick and agitated, a small whistle comes out of his throat.
I climb with one foot and he smiles, then I climb the other. I push my body over the bed jumping away from him; my target is to get to the bathroom, but my plan gets destroyed. He holds me by the ankles, trips me and I fall to the ground not before banging my forehead against the bed frame in the process.
He moves quickly, and before I can react his body is on top of mine. He laughs right next to my ear; his saliva begins to drip on my face. I feel a warm sensation sliding down through my forehead and to the carpet.
Fucking great, I'm bleeding.
“You're a fighter. I like that; too bad it won’t do you any good.” His hot breath hits my neck; he licks it with his rough tongue.
A moan escapes his throat and I just wanna puke.
Wasim grabs me by the hair, pulls me up from the ground and throws me on the bed, without giving me time to think. As I land on it facedown, I can hear him undoing the buttons on his damn pants.
Oh god! Breathe, you knew this was a possibility all along Sarah.
Just turn off your mind.
He’s holding my hands over my back and tying them with my leash, pulling me back and making the choker obstruct the flow of oxygen again.
I can't do anything but let it happen and pray it doesn't kill me when he finishes.
“You're mine now, you fucking pet.” He pulls up my dress and rips off my underwear. “I said spread your legs!”
I do as he says.
I secure my mind.
Think about nice things.
“Obedient, I knew you wanted me, I saw it in your eyes,” he leans over me and as soon as I feel his cock pushing my entrance, instincts kick in.
I move frantically as a reflex.
You can’t fight reflexes.
“Stop it!” He grabs my head pushing me over the mattress, I can’t breathe.
“Arghh!” I hear a man furiously screaming behind us.
Wasim flies to the opposite side of the room. I turn around quickly and find Dante’s wild eyes. He throws himself over Wasim.
They start fighting with each other, throwing themselves on different surfaces, bottles and dishes fall to the floor and explode into a thousand pieces. Dante is shouting angry words in Arabic that I don't understand. Wasim takes control of the fight, throwing Dante to the ground and holding him tight by the neck. Dante tries to remove his hand, pressing his fingers on his neck, but Wasim is out of control.
"That’s your queue, Kiddo!"I hear Rage's voice inside my head, waking me up.
I force the leash and break it. The diamonds fly through the air as I run towards a broken bottle. Holding it by the spout, I feel the cold glass and the penetrating rough alcohol smell.
I sneak up on the busy Wasim, who’s got Dante in a chokehold, if I don’t do something quickly he’s going suffocate him and I’m pretty sure he’s not going to stop there. Silent as a snake, I slit Wasim’s carotid artery with the broken bottle and he immediately lets Dante off the chokehold and while trying to put pressure on his neck he tries to say something to him. But the cut is deep, and his voice drowns, spilling blood all over the carpet.
He holds his throat, trying to stop the bleeding, but no one can escape death when she has you in her sights.
