Page 18 of Their Darkest Desire

My throat bobs while I swallow him down and open my mouth for him to see. “Good girl.” He removes his hand from my chin and goes to button his pants back up.

I beam from his praise and get up too. I don’t know how he did it, but I went from wanting to bash his head in to wanting his praises. Some feminist I am.The moment a dick– a very thick and pierced dick that hits all the right spots –gets in the picture, I lose all self-respect.

Chapter 10

Brittany

It's so dark and cold here. I don’t know where I am or what happened. First, I was just talking to Evy, going back to the house, and now I’m in some kind of creepy, damp, dark room. Drops are leaking down from the ceiling and it smells like rotten meat.

I try to get up, but I barely have the strength to move and my head is pounding like crazy.

The dark makes it hard to see anything and my vision is a bit hazy too. What the hell happened to me?

It’s so dark that I can’t see anything. Stumbling, I find the concrete wall and pull myself up. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll find a door or a small opening.

My hand touches something wet and slimy as I continue. “I really, really, really don’t want to know,” I whisper to no one in particular.

Where the hell am I? What if no one ever finds me and I die here? Tears start to leak down my face as I try to keep the sobs in. If there’s someone out to get me, I don’t want them finding out I’m awake and roaming around.

My finger finally touches something hard and it feels like a door knob. I try to push it open but it doesn’t budge. I onlymanage to get a small beam of light through the wooden door by pushing it too hard. Maybe if I regain more strength, I’ll be able to open it fully.

I sit down next to the door and put my hands into the light stream. There's blood and dirt over my fingers and arms, and it looks like a few nails are broken. Did I fight someone?

I sigh and close my eyes, waiting until I have the energy to try again.

Chapter 11

Evelyn

Ifeel fingers sliding down my legs and groan, knowing it’s Felix again. I have never met a man with as much stamina as him. “Felix, I’m tired, can't you just let me sleep for once.”

His fingers are wrapping over my ankles and I honestly just feel like kicking him right now. “Felix, come o– AHHHH!”

Someone drags me out of the bed by my feet, making me fall hard against the wooden floor. I look up to yell at them, but there's no one there. What the fuck! Where is Felix? Who the fuck did that?

I try to get up, but my legs are shaking so much that I can’t. I look around the room, trying to see if there's anyone or anything there with me right now.

Loud footsteps stomp out in the hallway towards the room, and I hold my breath hoping it's not going to kill me. The door flies open and I see Felix standing there. His clothes are drenched and he seems out of breath. “Are you okay?”

He gets to his knees and starts to pat me down like he’s looking for injuries.

“I’m fine. Something grabbed my feet and pulled me out. I thought it was you, but I didn’t see anyone. Where were you?”

“I was looking around for the house papers to see if I could find anything. You were still sleeping, so I left thinking it would be okay for a couple of minutes.”

He helps me get up and I flatten my – well his – shirt with my hands. I might be in a crazy situation, but that doesn’t mean I should look the part.

“So, uh, if you went to look for papers, which I assume would be in a dry area, why does it look like you went for a swim?”

He moves the wet strands that are hanging over his face with his hand and sighs deeply.

“I heard water running in the bathroom so I went to look. Once I was near the bathtub, something pushed me in and then I heard you screaming, so I didn’t exactly have the time to dry off and change clothes first.”

“Oh. Found anything? The papers, I mean.”

I’m stumbling over my words from the nerves while all he does is just look at me, amusement glittering in his eyes. Great, he's never going to let that go.

He moves his hands to my hips, pulling me close. I yelp at his roughness, hoping I don’t fall against him like an idiot. I’ve been embarrassing myself enough today.

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