Page 71 of Perilous

The bathroom dooropens and I jump. I stand there in my bra and panties. Peri’s eyes widen just a little as he stares me down.

“Put this on,” he says in his deep voice as he walks toward me.

It looks like a black robe. Similar to the ones I’ve seen Peri’s guys wear. My jaw tightens with fear. I’m desperate to ask him what is actually happening but I know he won’t answer me.

Somethingbigis about to happen. I can feel it in the air. I can sense it coming from Peri. He’s nervous. If he’s nervous, what the fuck am I supposed to be?

Peri slides the robe over my head and down my body. There are holes for my arms but they’re so big. I feel weird. I feel like I’m dressed up for Halloween as a judge. A slutty judge since I have nothing but my bra and panties on under this.

When Peri’s hands touch my face I suck in a breath.

“What is happening?” I finally blurt out, willing to take any punishment he wants to give me for asking that.

“I’m saving you,” he says. “And I’m putting everything on the line. No more sneaking around. No more hiding. It’s time for the fucking truth, Annika. Now give me your fucking hands.”

There’s no rope this time. Or panties. Or yoga pants.

He uses actual handcuffs.

Fuck.

He then reaches behind him and takes out a black cloth.

“Deep breath,” he whispers. “If you freak out or you scream at all, you will be killed.”

With that said, Peri places a black cloth over my head and my face.

The sudden pitch black color messes with my senses.

My eyes panic which makes my body panic.

I gasp for breaths and it feels like there is no air for me to breathe.

“Relax, Annika,” Peri says. “I’ll be with you the entire time. It’s me. Remember that.It’s me.”

So I completely and totally now have my entire trust and my life left into the hands of a murderous psycho kidnapper like Peri.

And to think I could be in Paris right now, having some sexy French painter fucking me…

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I’m not usedto the darkness but I’ve calmed myself so I can breathe.

My body and my mind moved beyond the I’m not suffocating and found a way to calm down and survive.

There’s walking. A lot of walking. Then again my senses are out of whack so maybe I’ve walked ten steps or maybe I’ve walked ten miles.

My nose twitches at a spicy smell in the air. It’s like incense or something. Scents and flavors mixing that I can’t pinpoint yet they are somewhat familiar.

The entire time, Peri has not removed his hands from me. Touching my arm, my back, my shoulder. Grabbing the back of my neck, squeezing my ass.

“It’s time,” he whispers to me.

A second later I’m lifted off the ground and thrown over Peri’s shoulder. I remember his warning not to make noise so I suppress my need to scream. I feel us move into another room. A room that’s big. A room that’sdifferent. How is it different? I don’t know. I just sense it. I just… know.

My feet touch the floor and I’m spun around.

“This is your chosen one?”a voice asks.

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