So far, all Terry seemed to care about was her. It seemed he’d been waiting a long time to get permission to do whatever he wanted to her, and that was all he could think about.
The things he’d done to her in this shipping container …
Whitney wasn't ready to address them yet. If she tried, she was pretty sure it would shatter whatever slim control she still had on her panic. If it slipped, then she’d shatter into a thousand pieces, pieces she wouldn't be able to put back together in time to save herself.
And there was no doubt that she had to save herself if she didn't want to wind up in Dr. Gardner’s clutches again.
No one was coming for her, and if she didn't find a way out, she had no doubt that Terry would do exactly what he said he would and break her.
Already, she was crumbling.
It didn’t matter that when the shipping container door had closed behind Terry, and he’d switched on a lantern he’d brought with him and began unzipping himself, that she had promised herself she wouldn't cry, wouldn't scream, wouldn't beg.
All three of those had happened.
The truth was, she wasn't strong, she wasn't going to be able to survive. If she was feeling this broken after just one day with the man who seemed to think she belonged to him now, then she wasn't going to endure much longer.
Once he broke her, he’d take her back to Dr. Gardner, and Whitney was under no illusion that things would be different this time around. While she might be made to work long hours in the lab, instead of going back to her own room at night for a few hours respite, she’d be spending those hours as Terry’s plaything.
Unless she found a way to save herself.
Could she do that?
Did she have it in her?
If she was going to try, now would be the perfect time. After unzipping himself, Terry had spent the day playing with her. He’d made her take him in her mouth and her hands. He’d stripped her of her sweater and bra and got himself off by thrusting between her breasts. There was no doubt in her mind that he was on something because he seemed to be able to get hard almost immediately after already coming, and there was no way a penis behaved that way unless its owner was using a stimulant of some sort.
It seemed to go on for hours, but trapped there with no way to mark the passage of time, maybe it wasn't as long as it felt. Regardless, it didn't really matter. Finally, Terry had fallen asleep on the floor, whatever drug he’d been using likely out of his system now.
She would have guessed that when he finished using her as his personal toy, he would have left to go home. But he must have been more exhausted than he realized, because when his eyelids began to droop, he’d mumbled something incoherentand then grabbed her and lay down with her on the unforgiving floor.
Almost immediately, Terry had gone to sleep, but exhausted as she was, sleep wouldn't come for her.
Not when his arm pinned her to his body.
Not when she could feel his length—still partially erect—pressed into her backside.
Not when she was covered in his semen, dried in places, still sticky in others, coating her chest, her hands, arms, face, and neck.
Trying to escape was her only chance. If she stayed, she knew sooner rather than later, he would be putting that disgusting penis of his inside her. Maybe not just in her vagina. He wanted to degrade and humiliate her, wanted to break her, and what better way than to take her backside.
As far as Terry knew, she was still a virgin. He knew no one had touched her while she was still with Dr. Gardner, and she’d only been gone a couple of weeks. There was no way he could have figured out that she’d managed to fall hard and fast for a fierce warrior, who would do anything for the people he cared about.
She was one of those people now.
Blade was out there somewhere, and she wanted to get back to him.
So she was doing this. When Terry woke up, he might be ready to take her for what he believed was her first time. No doubt he loved the idea of tearing her virginity away from her, knowing she had no say in the matter, and Whitney was infinitely glad that even if she didn't make it out of there that was something he could never take from her.
Because it already belonged to Blade.
Entire body trembling, she did her best not to let her fear take over and wrapped her hand around Terry’s wrist. The manwasn't as big and muscled as Blade, wirier than anything else, but her fingers still couldn’t circle his wrist.
Still, she was able to lift his arm, heavy though it was, enough that she could wriggle out of his hold.
Each movement was nerve-racking.
At any second, he could wake up.
