“I’ll be back shortly. Behave if you don’t want to anger me. I promise I’m much nicer to get along with when I’m in a good mood.” The smile he gives before leaving is pure evil.
The second he closes the door behind him and I hear the locks click, I burst out crying, dropping my face into my hands.
What have I done?This is so much worse than things ever were before. At least Ivan had never threatened me. Not physically anyway.
Not yet.
I let myself have a few minutes to feel sorry for myself, telling myself how stupid I was to go to the bar in the first place, and even more stupid for leaving with him. Then I force myself to try to calm down. I need a plan to get out of here. I escaped once before; I can do it again. Besides, I didn’t seeany fences or guards. Getting out of here should be a cake walk compared to getting out of my home.
I explore the room, but it has no windows, and all I find are clothes—nothing that would work as a weapon. I start to pace, wondering why I hadn’t thought to pack a knife. Even a butter knife would be something right now.
The lock clicks, startling me as Tony steps back inside. He watches me quietly for a second before he speaks. “It’s time, come with me.” He holds out his hand, and I fight every instinct I have to step away from him. I grip the strap of my bag as I debate what to do.
If I want to escape, it starts with getting out of this room. If he takes me back to the main room, only one door will separate me from the outside. I’m not sure if I can outrun him, but I’m smaller and lighter, and there's a forest right beside this place—I might be able to lose him in there. His big belly will probably keep him from running fast.
It takes all the strength I have to place my hand in his. He smirks in approval as he tugs me along behind him into the main room. I eye the front door, not seeing any bolts up top like there were in his room. The fact that he even had that in his bedroom makes my skin crawl.
How many women has he locked in there before? And for what purpose?
When I tear my eyes from the door, I realize the room is filled with men, probably around twenty-five of them. My eyes widen in fear.
What are they all doing here?
That’s when I notice they’re all standing around a large mattress in the middle of the room. Tony starts to tug me toward it, but I yank my hand back, clutching it to my chest as I shake myhead.
“No, I can’t! P-Please—” I’ve never been hit before and had no idea how much it would hurt as he backhands me across the cheek, sending me falling to my hands and knees on the wooden floor, my bag landing with a heavy thud underneath me.
His boots step toward me, and I flip over and shuffle backward on my butt as he stares down at me, anger burning in his eyes.
“I warned you, tiny. You have one more chance. Get. On. The. Mattress. Now!” I jump to my feet, my eyes bouncing between him and the mattress. Then I turn and try to run for the door, but he grabs me by the hair, making me scream as he yanks me back and throws me several feet onto the mattress.
A few of the men chuckle, and as I look around, I know nobody here is going to help me; they’re enjoying this. I try to crawl away, but Tony drops down on his knees and pulls me under him, pinning my arms above my head with one of his massive hands as he straddles my hips.
He smirks down at me as I squirm and try to buck him off me. “Please, someone! Help me!”
“No one’s going to help you, tiny. And if you don’t behave, I might let them have a turn after I’m finished with you.”
His free hand squeezes my breast over my dress, and a scream rips from my throat.
He growls, and fear courses through me as he raises his hand in anger. And as he readies himself to hit me again, a loud bang echoes through the room. His hand comes down in an angry swipe as he slaps me across the face, silencing me as pain radiates through my already sore cheek.
A loud roar that almost sounds inhuman comes from theother side of the room, and Tony frowns as he twists around to see what it is.
“What the fuck—” Men start to scream as loud thuds reach my ears.
Dios mio! What’s happening?
I think a brawl has broken out amongst his men, but that doesn’t seem to faze Tony as he turns back to me, anger and determination filling his eyes.
He releases my hands and grabs the bottom of my dress, trying to pull it up and expose my body to him.
“No! Stop!” I yell as I try to push his hands off me.
He growls and lifts his hand again, but in a fist this time. I gasp as it starts to swing toward me, but someone hooks their arm through his and yanks it back.
Tony’s cry of pain is cut off when someone’s fist connects with his temple, and he’s knocked sideways.
Before I even know what’s happening, a large man crouches in front of me and scoops me up into his arms.
