Page 55 of His Dark Pull

The cold, hard floor offers no comfort, and I curl up on my side, drawing my knees to my chest, seeking warmth from the chill that seeps into my bones.

The night stretches on like an eternity. Who will come to me tonight? I wonder, a shiver running through me as I hug myself.

The silence is broken by the creak of the cell door opening. A figure emerges from the shadows.

My heart leaps into my throat, its rhythm drumming at my temples.The guard, I think, bracing myself for his unwanted advances. Is there a weapon somewhere?

But then I hear his voice, low and smooth like a phantom hand traces a cold path along the curve of my spine, leaving a trail of frost in its wake. It isn’t the guard.It’s Dexter.

How naive of me to think it could be anyone else.

He approaches, his presence steals the air from my lungs. His eyes, dark and intense, seem to pierce through me, seeing into the depths of my terror.

“What will you do now, Ava?”he asks, his voice a low purr that sends chills down my spine. “Without Alexander, without Tyler? You poor, pretty girl.”His words are infused with mocking sympathy.

I remain silent, my body frozen. He is starting to scare me more than Kovacs, his unpredictable nature, his sudden shifts from the bumbling office colleague to this monster, leaving me feeling like a mouse trapped in the claws of a cat.

He places a hand over my mouth, silencing the scream that threatens to erupt from my throat.

“Now you’re here, alone with me,”he whispers, his voice husky with a dark desire. “Nothing to protect you. No office, no man. I’ve always been attracted to you, you know? You never saw me. You were always strolling around the office with your long hair and those thin shirts, your lips all pouty, your skirt always a little shorter than it had to be. Tempting me. Shoving it all in my face.”

Tears prick in my eyes hearing his words. How could I have been so blind? How could I not have seen the darkness that lurks beneath his facade?

I try to move, to fight back, but my body won’t obey. He is too strong, and his presence is overwhelming.

“Nothing to say?”he growls and studies my body.

Don’t speak, Ava. It will only antagonize him.

“Oh, I promise you, when I get between your legs, you’ll have plenty to say,”he growls, his voice thick with hunger. He presses his body against mine, his hips grinding against me, his hand still clamped over my mouth, stifling my cries for help. “I’m a very powerful man, Ava, but you never saw it, did you? You never paid me any attention.”

He reaches down, his hand closing around my breast, his touch sending a wave of revulsion through me. He squeezes my now exposed breast painfully hard, and I tense. His other hand moves lower, his fingers tracing the outline of my body, lingering between my legs. With a rough motion, he uses his knee to pry my legs apart, his touch violating and invasive.

Tearing off my panties, he stands up over me, “Fuck yes, you’re finally mine. I owe you tonight, and no one will come save you.”

I stifle my cry and try to fight him, but it is no use. “Tonight, you’ll be begging for my dick, beggin’ me to let you have a taste. I’ll fuck you mindless until you can’t stand upright.”

He thrusts his hand up inside me. I cry out in pain, but he doesn’t care as he continues to violate me, thrust by thrust.

I’m not weak anymore, I tell myself like a mantra.I’m not. I’m not. I’m not.I realize that no one will hear my cries, and no one will come to save me. So you save yourself, Ava.

The icy grip that paralyzed me shatters, replaced by a surge of primal rage. My body, no longer a passive vessel of terror, becomes a weapon. With a guttural snarl that rips from my throat, I sink my teeth into the flesh of his hand, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth as I channel every ounce of my strength into the bite. Simultaneously, my knee shoots upwards, connecting with his groin in a sickening thud that reverberates through my own body.

He crumples, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he doubles over in pain, his grip loosening. I shove him away, scrambling to my feet, the cold concrete floor biting into my bare skin. Without a second thought, I bolt towards the door, flinging it open and escaping into the dark hallway, the echo of his pained groans and the stench of him fading behind me.

Panic propels me forward, my bare feet slapping against the cold, hard floor. The building seems to twist and turn around me, each corner revealing another identical hallway, another dead end.

Every door I pass feels like a potential escape, a promise of freedom. But each handle I try is locked. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the hallway, drawing closer. Their rhythmic thud sends a chill down my spine – they’re hunting me.

I push onward, my legs burning, my lungs screaming for air, the taste of blood and adrenaline thick in my mouth. The building seems to stretch on forever, an endless maze of identical corridors and locked doors. Hope dwindles with each passing moment. I’m dizzy, and the walls are closing in on me, the air growing stale.

Then, just as I am about to succumb, a sliver of light appears in the distance. I surge forward, my legs pumping, my heart pounding.

What’s that? A door ajar?

I burst through the door, finding myself in a small, dusty room, its only window boarded up.

I scan the room, searching for anything I can use to barricade the door to buy myself a few precious minutes. But the room is bare, offering no tools, no weapons, just the echo of my own breath.

---