Page 112 of A Midnight Romance
Lux
Awarm, sticky breeze floats across my face, prompting my eyelids to peel open. Fresh paint fills one nostril while the other remains clogged and sore. My limbs feel heavy and my thoughts are clouded. In a panic, I realize my white sundress is ripped at the collar, exposing the top of my chest.
What happened?
Where am I?
Dragging my eyes to one side of the room, I spot a window covered in a black tarp.
“Ahh,” I gasp, trying to pull hard against the tight resistance holding down my arms. Panic grows inside my chest when I attempt to slip my arms free but can’t do it. I blink a few times to gain my bearings, and manage to make out a blurry figure hunched over a table in the room’s corner.
“Hello?” I manage to get out, although my mouth feels extremely dry.
The figure, which I can now tell is a man, slowly straightens. With a calculated turn, he is now facing me and makes my blood run cold the second our eyes lock.
Andrew. Oh my god!
“Good evening, beautiful,” he greets me with a sinister smile. He casually walks closer to the bed, a sick grin still plastered on his face, and lowers himself to sit on the edge.
Sheer panic has me in a chokehold.
He kidnapped me.
Again.
Where the hell is River?
My heart pounds in my chest as I try to remember how I got here.
“Let me go, Andrew,” I demand with an unstable confidence.
His chubby fingers come up to my cheek, then run down my face and onto my bare chest from a rip in my dress.
I shiver in disgust under his touch and recoil from his touch.
“What? I thought serial killers got you going, Lux?”
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I spit out.
“I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want with you,” he sneers, resting his cheek against my chest. His tongue slides out, dragging a long wet, sickening trail until he nudges his nose to push the fabric farther down, exposing my nipples. “I can still remember how good you tasted.”
A desperate whimper escapes from my throat, even though I try to hold it in for fear I’ll show him more of my weakness. Sucking in as much as I can, I muster the courage to stay level headed.
“Stop,” I grit out.
His movements pause and his eyes flicker to mine. “This will be so much sweeter to take you in front of River, but I’m not going to wait for very much longer.”
“He’s going to kill you, you sick bastard.” I clench my jaw. “It’s only a matter of time before he gets his hands on you.”
“Maybe.” Andrew draws back. “Or he’s going to watch me fuck his girl.”
“I won’t let you fucking touch me,” I bite back.
“You don’t have much of a choice, you’re at my mercy,” he says in an eerie tone, pointing at my restraints.
“What do you want?”
His eyebrows raise. “What doIwant?”
