Page 21 of Stiletto's Savior

He releases me suddenly, and I stumble, gasping for breath.

The world spins as I slide down the wall, the cold seeping into my bones.

My heart races. I can feel it pounding in my ears.

“Why won’t you believe me?” I whimper, trying to catch my breath.

He steps closer, invading my space. The heat from his body makes me recoil.

“Because I can smell your fear.” He lunges forward, grabbing my nipples hard.

A sharp pain shoots through me, and I can’t help but whimper.

Old memories begin to swarm through my mind.

“Stop! Please!” I gasp, squirming against his hold.

“Does it hurt?” he taunts, voice low and mocking.

“Yes! Just?—”

“Then you’ll remember this.” He slams me against the wall again, my head ringing as the impact jolts through me.

“Now bend over,” he commands.

I hesitate, terror flooding my veins.

“Do it!” He pulls me back and slams me against the wall again. My head hits the cinderblock harder than before and starts float through my vision.

I force myself to obey, bending at the waist.

The cold concrete bites into my skin, and I close my eyes, focusing on the burning sensation rolling through my wrists.

I’m wishing for anything but this moment.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear and I shudder.

Nausea rolls through me and I feel disgusted with myself.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I just want to disappear.

“If you’re going to be my prisoner, I might as well get some enjoyment out of this.” His voice is a low growl that vibrates through me.

I bite my lip, my body trembling.

Everything goes silent.

The world narrows down to just his breath against my skin, his hand against my flesh.

“No,” I whimper but it comes out as a choked sob.

“Shut up,” he snaps, his voice cold and uncaring.

He squeezes my hips hard enough to bruise.

I can’t see him, but I can imagine his malicious smile, the glint in his eyes as he inflicts pain.

He rams himself in and out of me so much that I struggle to focus on the pain shooting through my wrists.

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