There’s got to be a window I can get out of.
Ethan follows. “Nick had Emma bring some clothes for you. She has a daughter your size. They’re in the closet. The bathroom in your room is fully stocked with female amenities and clean towels if you want to get a shower. I’ll be out here if you need me.” He gives me a sly wink and million-dollar smile before exiting.
I may be from the slums, but I know a playboy when I see one. Ethan is most definitely that. I sigh. At least he attempts to be nice, Nick scares the life out of me.
As soon as he leaves, I run to the windows, frantically checking for a latch and hinges. There is no way to open them. I’m going to have to find another way out.
“There are cameras on every corner of this house, inside and out, and an alarm on every door and window. Keep trying me and a guard will be placed at every exit. It wouldn’t bewise of you to try to escape.” That harsh voice comes from behind me.
“Why are you holding me hostage? Please just let me leave.” I’m wheezing and gasping for breath as the last bit of air leaves my tired lungs. They must still be inflamed from all that exertion and water I inhaled. My chest is painfully tight.
“You can’t be trusted to be left alone. Ethan and Emma will be here to keep watch on you. I’m leaving for work.” He turns and storms out of the room.
I sink to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. Burying my head in them, I start to cry. How do I always manage to screw everything up?
It’s midafternoon before someone comes knocking on the open door. A female enters the room carrying what smells like a tray of food. I’m assuming this is Emma.
She’s middle-aged, but very attractive with her light brown hair and curvy-but-fit stature. She reminds me so much of my mom.
“You look like you could use a decent meal. I won’t force it down you. Please, take your time and eat when you’re ready. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” She has a softness in her face as she sets the tray down. She doesn’t hover but lets me know she’s here. I like her.
When evening rolls around, I pick myself up off the hard floor. I’m chilled to the bone and my body aches like I have the flu. Emma brought me another tray of food but I still haven’t eaten. My appetite is gone along with all my hopes of gettingout of this prison. I wish I could take a nice hot shower, but I’m so tired and not sure I have enough energy to stand in there.
I haven’t had a hot shower in over two years. My father traded our hot water heater for drug money. He said it cost too much to run it anyway.
Then I realize I am not dirty or smelly like I’ve been in a river. My hair and clothes are clean. I shudder and try to push the thought of who saw me naked out of my mind. I bet they were disgusted by my scrawny body.
I climb into bed and can’t stop coughing. Great, I must’ve caught a virus. My head spins from the lack of oxygen and my lungs desperately try to fill with air. After several long seconds, I fail to catch my breath and my vision goes black.
Chapter 4
Nick
I get to the office shortly before eight o’clock, needing to get my files ready. I have to be in the courtroom at ten. Sasha, my secretary, has my coffee waiting when I get in. Her long blonde hair and legs, perky tits, and a plump ass are the perfect package.
“Good morning Mr. Ryker. Is there anything I can assist you with this morning?” She bats her too-thick false eyelashes.
My body aches from being plastered against a rock by a raging river and dragging a lifeless body from the water. Sasha never minds helping take a load off. She gets paid enough for all the extra favors she does around here.
“Get on your knees.” She licks her ruby red lips as she positions herself between my legs. My dick throbs in my pants as I look down the loose-fitting blouse she’s wearing.
She doesn’t waste any time pulling my cock out, wrapping her lips around the head and swirling her tongue. She moans like it’s the best thing she has ever tasted. With one hand wrapped around my shaft, she moves it up and down in unison with her mouth.
I grab her by the back of her head and slam my cock down her throat. She can take it. She loves being the office sperm bank. She’s either sucking or fucking every suit in this place even though she’s my secretary.
I tilt my head back and wait for a satisfaction that never comes—no pun intended. I can’t get the lifeless body I dragged out of the river off my mind. Truthfully, I didn’t think the girlwas going to make it. A few chest compressions and she spit out the water from her lungs before passing back out.
If she wasn’t as small as she is, I don’t think I could have gotten us both to shore. Luckily, there was a fallen tree a short ways up and I was able to guide us along the branches to the bank.
After I loaded her unconscious body into my car, I called Dr. Bennett, my personal doctor, to meet us at my house. He and Emma tended to the girl so I could shower and get some rest before work today.
Except I couldn’t sleep. The horrified look on her face before she jumped haunted my mind all night. I wonder what she was running from. Do I even care? No, and it annoys me that it kept me awake all night.
I grab Sasha by her hair and pull her off my dick. Usually I love watching the tears and mascara stream down her face, but right now I’m finding her repulsive. In fact, I’m finding all the events of the last twelve hours repulsive.
It might’ve been a mistake to not just let nature take its course. Survival of the fittest they say. I might’ve done her a favor by letting her escape her fate in her own way. I know it would’ve saved me a lot of trouble.
“That’ll be all, Sasha. Go fix your face.” She stands and I quickly tuck myself back in my pants.
