Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I’m bound. Exhausted. And he’s going to take advantage of it…
I clench my thighs, imagining being his fuck doll. I roll onto my back, and let Holly the whore take over me, recalling the nights I’ve spent fantasising about more sessions with this monster. Since my hands are bound at the front, I manage to rub myself, just a little. Teasing myself on the journey. It’s like I’m in a horror movie, as the sexy main star. And this guy is the sick villain, set to destroy me.
Why does it turn me on so fucking much?
Why am I already trying to rub my clit with bound wrists?
It’s a long journey, so my pussy is teased beyond measure by the time the van pulls up and the engine goes silent. My fears come back with a vengeance as User 706 arrives at the back of the van and opens the doors.
“Get over here.”
He grabs my elbow and manhandles me along, out of the van and along a paved garden path I nearly trip on. Here it is. The house his proposal was talking about. He unlocks the front door and shoves me into a grimy hallway, then he practically pulls me up some stairs. We take a right turn, then another, and it smells like stale damp when he opens another door and shoves me inside. I get carpet burn on top of gravel scratches as I land on my knees.
“Ten seconds,” he says. “Then it really is chase time. Count slowly once I close the door.”
I nod for him, and he slams the door so hard I feel the tremors.
One… two…
The stink hits me. Damp and musty. Gross.
Three… four…
I start trying the bonds on my wrists, squirming.
Five…
I feel the cord that he’s deliberately left loose, but I don’t tug on it. Not yet.
Six… seven…
The adrenaline picks back up, knowing what’s coming. I feel my blood pumping.
Eight…
Ready.
Nine…
Set.
Ten...
Go.
Go, go, go, fucking go!
It’s instinctive flight – such a powerful force in the human body to escape and run free at all costs. I wrestle out of my wrist bindings, fingers quaking, and then I adjust my bag, thankful it’s still zipped up. There’s barely a hint of light coming through the windows, but at least it’s something. The curtains aren’t closed, so I haul myself up and dart over there. Under the moonlight outside I can see nothing but fields. I really am in the middle of nowhere.
I try the windows, but of course, they are locked. I try to adjust my eyes to the room around me, blinking frantically, and manage to make out a mattress on the floor, and a wardrobe in the corner. I file it away as a potential hiding spot. Wardrobe.
My heart is in my throat as I slide along the wall to reach the bedroom door. I pass a light switch on the way, but the bulb is out, no shock there. I think about using the torch app on my phone, but no, he’d see me coming a mile off. The door has a round metal handle, and it creaks as I twist it. Shit. I hold my breath, waiting, but nothing comes.
Oh my fucking God. Roleplay or not, this is fucking terrifying. I’m grateful that there’s another window on the landing that lights up my route down the hallway. It turns a sharp right at the bottom, and I catch sight of a bathroom. I don’t even want to look in there. I can smell it bad enough already.
There is no carpet along this part of the landing, and my heels are loud against the wood. I could do without that, so I kick them off and abandon them. I grip the banister rail and take the stairs down, one slow step at a time. I’m managing to a navigate a bit, or so I think until I look up and realise this place is way more than two floors. This building must house a fuck ton of bedrooms.
And somewhere around here lurks User 706.
I wonder if he’s got his eyes on me right now…
I get to the ground floor, and keep on going, grateful for the white light of the moon through the window. The carpet on this section of hallway has a huge floral print, it’s threadbare, and looks like something from a psycho horror. I hear something… a rattle… or was it something scuttling? Rats!? Or him, teasing me, making my heart pound all over again? When the front door appears up ahead of me, I run, slamming myself into it as I grapple with the door handle.
There’s no point, and I know it. Of course he’s locked it. My mind tells my body, but my body doesn’t listen, just keeps on trying, putting all of my weight into it. Shouldering the door time and again. I don’t realise the screams and yells are mine for the first few seconds, as they sound so detached and distant.