Page 2 of Dominic

Chapter Two

Cassandra spentthe next two days stripped down to her underwear and bra in a cage. It was a kennel really, big enough for a large dog or a small person like her.

Ian had been called back by his bosses to Chicago. It was the only reason Cassandra was still alive and unharmed.Unharmed was a relative word, butthat’s the way she had to look at it: she hadn’t been raped, hadn’t been burned, cut, or beaten so severely she had internal injuries. The worst damage she’d actually done to herself, scratches on her arms to torso to try to keep herself calm.

If she wanted water or to go to the bathroom she had to ask one of Ian’s men. Who thought that any request should always come at a price, and that price was always removing her remaining clothes. Once they looked their fill, usually sneaking in a grope or two despite Ian’s threats to kill anyone who touched her,she was granted her request. Food hadn’t even been offered, not that her stomach would’ve been able to keep it down anyway.

Sleep hadn’t been possible either. Every time she tried, she had woken up with fingers probing between her legs or grabbing her breasts through the bars of the cage. Each of them were just waiting for the others to not be looking to take their chances with her. All whispered into the cage what they would do to her, graphically describing the ways they would fuck her if it wasn’t for Ian. Then pointing out that Ian would do it to her anyway and let them watch.

She ignored them, never giving them the satisfaction of knowing the terror their words instilled in her. Ian would be back soon — she had to get away before that happened, but every hour she grew more weak and exhausted.

She just wished she could lay down, go to sleep, and never wake up again. But that wasn’t an option. And once Ian returned the torture would really begin. She had to get out of here. Now.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” She hardly recognized her own voice it was so hoarse, thready.

The guys were a dozen yards away playing poker. They’d set up a small camp over there. A couple of couches, table, a small fridge. They even had a small TV, with a basketballgame on at a low volume. They looked over at her.

One of them stood. “I feel like seeing some titties, I’ll take her.”

Cassandra felt the slightest bit of hope build up inside. The blond man, although the roughest with her body, was the smallest of the henchmen in the room. She had the best chance of getting away from him.

“Don’t bruise her, Ian will be back soon,” one of the others said. “He’ll kill all of us if if he thinks we disobeyed him.”

Blondie walked over and unlock her cage. Cassandra crawled out, barely stifling a groan as she was able to straighten herself all the way up to a standing position. She immediately felt Blondies hand on her ass.

“You know the drill. Naked. Let’s see that pussy.”

She didn’t hesitate, didn’t give him any indication of what exposing herself to a barbarian like him cost her. She stood there naked as he walked all around her, not touching although so close she could hear him breathing.

She didn’t dare close her eyes. But she allowed her mind to float away.

Allowed herself to think of Dominic’s face, his dark good looks screaming his Italian heritage. Ironically, half the ways Ian’s men had described wanting to fuck her — taking her in the ass, forcing her to swallow their cum after deep-throating her, tying her spread-eagle to the bed and doing whatever the hell they wanted — Dominic had done to her when they were together seven years ago. And much, much more.

And she had loved it. Had planned to spend the rest of their life allowing him to do it.

So she thought of Dominic now as this animal who made her skin crawl reached over and tweaked her nipples with rough fingers. That move at Dominic’s hands would’ve left her panting, leaning in for more, but now just had her shuddering with revulsion.

Blondie’s palm cracked her on the ass drawing her attention away from the ghost of the man who wouldn’t save her now, even if he had the chance. She would have to save herself. And her only option was going to be running out of here naked.

Blondie walked her over to the tiny bathroom, staying much too close to her personal space. His fingers lightly touched the globes of her ass multiple times in the twenty meter trip. Once there, he pushed her between the shoulder blades toward the door.

“Hurry up. If I have to come in after you, I’ll make sure it’s worth my while for the trouble.”

Cassandra moved into the dirty bathroom, but left the door cracked. This would be it, her only chance. When she heard the other men cheer over something that happened on the basketball game she knew Blondie’s attention would be split. This was her chance.

She eased the door open and slipped through, and ran as quickly but silently as possible towards the opposite side of the warehouse where she knew there was a door. She probably had less than two minutes before Blondie realized she was gone.

Her hand paused at the door handle. If the noise didn’t clue the men in, the cool air from outside would. And she would soon be outside naked in the weather. New Orleans wasn’t too cold, even in November, but people at least tended to have jackets. She would worry about that, and the fact that she had no clue where she was, once she was out.

She grabbed for the door, but it opened right out from under her hand. Ian Tambour’s ugly face, full of surprise that morphed into anger, stood staring at her. He was back. And he was now very, very pissed.

“Going somewhere? I don’t think so.”

She couldn’t move fast enough. His fist flew out of nowhere and crashed into her face. Before she could even comprehend the blinding pain, he caught her by the arm and held her as his hand came back across, backhanding her. She felt herself falling to the floor as darkness spun around her.

“I’m going to enjoy killing you, bitch. You’re more trouble than yo…”

The black took her.

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