Page 15 of Banished Mates
My shoulders tightened when he kept walking toward me. There was no bowl in his hands and a clear plastic coat hugged his tall form. Shit. Shit. Another beating so soon?
This guy was a double-edged sword. Despite how I handled him, I got cut. His obsession with cleanliness was both my curse and savior.
My hands trembled as the memories of his groping touch burned my brain. It couldn’t have been longer than a few weeks and he’d only attempted to rape me on the plane when I’d vomited all over myself.
It was gross, but I’d do it a million times over because he’d miraculously left me alone, cringing back and sneering since then.
He detested how dirty I was, and it set him into a fit of rage occasionally. But I preferred that to the hypersexual threats he tossed my way. The only part holding him back from sodomizing me was my disgusting state. He’d made it clear.
The guy seemed obsessive about cleanliness and since he hadn’t removed me from this cell foranything, I’d become especially rank, so he’d stayed away.
Did the smell seeping from me make my eyes water? Definitely, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
The creak of the swinging second bars caused my body to stiffen. He never fully opened those bars. My eyes had adjusted to the poor lighting in here, so it wasn’t difficult to see the outline of his body as he gingerly stepped into the cage. That stupid checkered button-down was tucked into his khaki slacks. Was it a uniform?
Ugly grabbed my arm and yanked me to my numb feet, the plastic covering him crackling. I stumbled after him, half dragged. For the first time in forever, I was outside the boundaries of the cage and I couldn’t even enjoy it because I was struggling to stay conscious.
“The time has come, precious girl.”
Gag me.
I swallowed back the nausea and remained still. I wished I didn’t know what that meant, but I regrettably did. The sick man was obsessed withtalkingabout all the ways he would defile me. His soul was one of the ugliest I’d encountered.
“I’m finally going to be able to sink my cock into your body.”
The knot in my throat grew. He must have gotten that room ready. According to one of his monologues, he was preparing a space for me. The thickness in my throat tightened further.
He stretched the wrapping around himself, the material crinkling as he unwound the chain that hadn’t been touched since those initial days. The barrel of a gun slammed into my temple and he wrapped his gloved fingers in my short hair. According to him, short hair was cleaner. I shivered, stumbling after him unsteadily. I was lucky he hadn’t shaved all my locks off since he considered long hairdirty.
He pulled me up the first step and my shin hit the stair and my leg gave out, causing my knee to slam into another stair. I gasped in pain, but he didn’t stop as my body collapsed on the uneven steps. He just continued dragging me with a disgruntled snarl.
Each slam added another ache to my body, and I mentally detached as I was put through hell. Ugly—Uggo for short, shoved open the door at the top of the stairs and light seared my eyes. Tears trickled out of the corners of my eyes, enhancing the stinging sensation. I wheezed at the pain. The first light I had seen in so long and I couldn’t enjoy it because it burned. I hadn’t been in some basement of a house; I’d been in a fucking hole. The door opened to a tiny shack and then foliage crunched beneath our feet.
“I can finally have you all to myself, precious girl.” My stomach soured. “I’ll clean you all up and then you’re mine.” The slight growl in his voice made me want to shrink into myself but he continued to manhandle me.
My sight blurred from the light aimed in our direction. He took about five more steps, and I was no longer blinded. It was headlights. I craned my neck to look up into the starry night and whimpered. How long had it been since I was outside? He grabbed me and shoved me into the front seat of a beaten-up vehicle, forcing me to scoot over to the furthest plastic-covered seat.
“You reek.”
Which was your fucking fault. I glowered at him.
My teeth clicked together.
Fucking asshole. Disgusting excuse of a werewolf. The rise and fall of my chest was rapid and mimicked the pace of my thudding heart. My ears rang as I studied him, and I narrowed my eyes. I focused on his throat and itched to wrap my hands around it. Clenching my hands, I reminded myself I wasn’t strong enough to go against anyone. Even now, weakness pulsed through my veins.
The slam of the car door snapped me out of my bloodthirsty thoughts, and I wrapped my arms around my torso, making myself seem vulnerable. By the quick look Uggo sent me, it was successful. He put the car into drive and the tires squealed as he slammed his foot down on the accelerator.
I jerked and slid with his erratic navigation as he sped up a dark road.
Willow
My mind raced.Five minutes had passed on the dashboard clock but the seconds stretched excruciatingly slowly. The vehicle wobbled as he took a swift turn. Time was wasting. Soon he would have me where he wanted me and then it would be over. I had to give it my last shot now.
Another turn was coming up. This was my chance. I twisted my torso and put everything behind it before I brought my fist down on his junk. He screamed, and I wasted no time in throwing myself to the side, popping the lock, and flinging myself out of the moving truck.
I smacked into the ground and rolled with the downhill momentum. A snap resonated to my ears and my mouth opened on a silent shout at the sound of my arm. It hurt like a bitch.
A throb radiated up my side and seeped into the rest of my body as leaves crunched beneath me. I finally sputtered to a stop, tears streaming down my face. My arm laying limp beside me. I couldn’t be a sitting duck. For all I knew, he could have shifted and was after me.
