My teeth sink into my bottom lip, smothering back a wince as I touch my sore, puffy folds. I feel something crusty and bring my hand up to see. I can feel the colour drain from my face as I fight down the urge that threatens to come up. Flakes of blood fall from my fingertips. My chest tightens as bile lodges itself in my esophagus.
From all the pain, I knew that I’d been raped in my sleep. But fucking me to the point I bleed? Rage takes over my body as I push myself up. Feeling a heavy weight on my ankle, I glance down. A metal cuff is around it, and a chain runs from it to the ring in the wall.
I’ll deal with that later. For now, I check out the rest of the room and see nothing that can help me. Just two doors, one is clearly the way out.
The solid steel door has a small square window. Though something must be slid in place on the other side as I can’t see out of it. A slot sits in the middle, which looks like it’s mostly for things to be passed in.
The second door is right beside me. It’s just a normal looking door, but when I stumble to my feet and try to open it, it’s locked.
I test out the length of my chain, which only reaches the locked door. I’m not even able to get to the open area on the other side of the room. Besides myself, the only other thing in this prison is my cot.
Sitting back down, something in the corner of the ceiling catches my eye. I crane my head back and see a dome camera with a blinking red light. My eyes scan the rest of the roof, and I see there’s a second one above my cot.
There won’t be any blind spots no matter where I stand in this room. The sick bastard will see everything. My stomach gurgles, reminding me I haven’t eaten in a while. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but my last meal was before my Tinder date.
I rub it gently to try and stop its protest. My head snaps up to the door as a screech of metal rings around the space.
Whatever was blocking the window slides over, and a bright light floods in. It’s only for a second before it shuts again. The door clicks as it unlocks. The hinges creak as it’s shoved open. My spine straightens as I try not to show how scared I really am.
The bastard walks in. I think it’s the same one, he’s got the same size and body type. He’s changed his suit to a pair of combat pants. A long sleeved black shirt stretches over his defined muscles. I can see a hunting knife strapped to his belt. His combat shitkickers crunch on the dirt as he enters the room, but what finishes his outfit is the mask.
I say mask, but it’s a black sack that covers his entire head. Eye holes and a crooked smile that look like it was crossed stitched on. 2 tally marks are above his right eye, just like when he was wearing the white mask at the auction house.
Why is there 2 now?
Now I see emerald eyes locked on me from the holes in the mask. “Good morning, sleeping beauty. How did you sleep?” He bends down in the doorway, picking up a paper bag before he shuts the door behind him.
I’m stuck here with him.
I glare daggers, refusing to answer him. A soft chuckle leaves his lips, muffled by the mask. “Not a morning person? That’s a shame. I love mornings, especially morning head. Both giving and receiving, I should add.”
He steps closer as if he’s approaching a venomous snake. “Though I won’t be giving any today. You’re disgusting right now. I’ll have to hose you off later. After our chat and after I receive.”
His words play in my mind, and my rage builds more. “I will not be “giving” you anything this morning or any morning,” I say with gritted teeth. He lets out a sigh as he shakes his head.
“You’re acting like you have a say in this. It’s kinda cute.”The fucker comes to stand at the end of my cot, setting the bag on it. “If you want the bottle of water and food that’s in there, you might want to play nice.”
The prick walks towardthe other door in the room, causing me to back up on the bed. My back hits the wooden wall as I try to keep my distance from him.
I track his movements as he pulls out a key and unlocks the door. He steps in and comes back out with a bucket, locking the door again.
“Do you creepy pricks not believe in toilets? First the other 1 star resort and now here. Have you ever heard of indoor plumbing? Or still living in the Stone Ages?” I snap out.
He barks out a laugh, “You’re feisty in the morning. Actually, your bathroom is in that room. Though you haven’t earned it yet. So this will have to do.” I can hear the smile he must be wearing from the joy in his voice.
“Although with the way you’re going, it’s gonna be a long time before you get the privilege of a toilet. So if I were you, I’d get comfortable with that bucket.” He drops the bucket beside the cot.
“Now I’ve been a patient good boy so far. Time for my morning glucky gluck, then you can eat while we chat.” He takes a step towards me, grabs the chain and pulls. I fall onto my back as he drags me down the cot.
A yelp leaves me as I kick and flail. “Fuck off, you fucking sick bastard.” I land a kick to his chest, and a grunt leaves him as he steps back slightly.
He clicks his teeth, taking a deep breath as if he’s a moment away from breaking my neck. “You want to play dirty? Then let’s play.” He grabs my foot again and pulls his knife faster than I can breathe.
“That’s not very nice. Behave, or I’ll take a toe.It’s not my favourite snack, but it will have to do. You look delectable, but I promised myself I wouldn’t kill you.” A giggle comes out as he runs the knife around my toe, then traces it up my calf. I freeze as I feel the blade skim up to my thigh. I’m reeling when his words finally hit me.
Eat!
He wants to eat my toe!
