Page 89 of Ice Me Baby

His hooded eyes meet mine, and he growls. “Fuck it.” When he turns back to head in my direction, my body floods with panic.

Is he going to rape me? Oh my god. Please. Please, don’t do this. I can’t even scream because the drug coursing through my body leaves me paralyzed. He stops beside me, quickly unbuttoning his jeans, slipping them down just enough to pull out his rock-hard cock.

He grunts as he grips his cock, tightening his hold when as he begins to stroke himself. His eyes, filled with pleasure, leer over my body. Using his free hand, he reaches out to trace the letters of his name that now cover my body. His breathing becomes labored as his thumb traces over my bottom lip.

“I can just picture your plump lips wrapped around my cock.” He grunts as his thumb circles the head of his dick, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Fuck,” he says breathily. He shoves his thumb into my mouth, and I wish I so badly that I could bite him. My body won’t listen to a single command as I lie practically naked and helpless while he jerks himself off.

His closed eyes open just enough to look down at me while he pumps his thumb into my mouth with the same rhythm he strokes his cock. “Your wet fucking mouth wrapped around me. Sucking me down like a good girl.Myfucking whore.” His breathing grows labored and his movements erratic. Pumping his cock faster he leans over me, his eyes closed as pleasure overtakes him.

“Licking me like the best fucking lollipop you’ve ever had. Fuck!” he roars as he comes all over my abdomen, jerking himself until his head slumps.

The need to vomit is so overwhelming that I’m sure if I had any control over my body, I would have already vomited all over this man. When he opens his eyes, I know in this moment that he will never let me go. The look of pleasure and total control in his eyes tells me that I’ll be strapped to this bed for the foreseeable future.

He smears his cum over my skin before backing away. “My Izzy. Forever.”

My vision blurs as I watch him leave, silent sobs wracking my body as the door to my freedom closes behind him. Left in the dark with nothing but my tears and memories of the two men I wish I had told how much I loved them.

I’m not sure how long it’s been since Emmitt brought me here, but I refuse to sleep more than a few moments. I jerk awake whenever I hear a creak in the floor or voices talking behind the door. I’m so fucking exhausted.

Emmitt forces me to drink broth so I get some nutrition. But he refuses to give me more than a few seconds before dosing me again and again, paralyzing me so I can’t put up a fight. I doubt I’d be able to anyway, considering how weak I am. I haven’t moved from this bed; I’m still tied in the same position.

I feel the drugs start to wear off, and I know he will be back soon to dose me again. I stare up at the ceiling as my mind drifts to the only two things keeping me sane.

Dean and Mac. I wonder how they are doing? How’s Mac? I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but I hope he has recovered after the concussion. Hopefully Dean isn’t beating the shit out of anyone right now. His anger often gets the best of him. Who’s taking care of my guys while I’m stuck here? Danni. I know Danni will be taking care of them.

A smirk briefly creases my face as I think of the fiery woman. I’m sure she’s giving them hell, trying to keep their focus on the upcoming games.

I wiggle my toes, enjoying the small win I feel at being able to do something other than lie paralyzed in this disgusting bed. My brows furrow as I look at the door. He usually doesn’t leave me alone long enough that I recover some feeling. My fingers come alive, the pins and needles feeling tingling my extremities. What’s going on?

A loud thump sounds above, and I look up at the ceiling, not that I can see anything, considering I’m in a dark basement. I hear someone yell ‘clear’ before there’s a rush of thundering steps above me.

Is that... help? I open my mouth to yell, but nothing comes out from disuse. I hear someone yelling my name, my eyes widening when several different voices call my name. It’s the boys! It’s my boys!

My body comes alive with hope, and I begin to struggle against the ropes tying down my ankles and wrists. Steps thunder down the stairs, and I look at the door before it’s kicked open.

I squint against the sudden light since I’ve been kept in the dark as two figures fill the doorway. I can barely make out guns and realize they’re police officers. I force the word through my dry throat, “Help!”

My voice is raspy, but one of the officers hears it and asks, “Elizabeth Monroe?”

I whimper as I tug at my restraints. “Yes,” I rasp back.

“Liz!” My name is yelled from the doorframe, and I look over to find Dean, Taz, and Vicy fighting to get through the door first.

Something inside me breaks, and I begin to thrash and screech, wanting desperately to be free. “Let me out! Let me go!” My throat burns from yelling so much, but I don’t care.

I watch as Dean takes a hesitant step in my direction, but the officer beside him shakes his head. “You need to stay here, sir.”

I have no idea how the guys convinced the officers to let them in the house, and I don’t care. I just want out of this fucking place. I want to be free.

“She’s hurting herself!” Taz yells at the officer.

The sound of a females voice makes me pause. When I look in her direction, I see she’s slowly making her way toward me. I hiss at her and keep tugging at my restraints. She raises her hands in surrender as she says softly, “Hi, Miss Monroe. I’m here to help get you out of here, but I need you to stop fighting your restraints.”

“I want them off,” I grunt.

She nods. “I understand, but we need to take a few pictures and gather evidence first, okay?”

I bite my lip but still as I process her words. Pictures? I peer down at myself as best I can, and I’m disgusted when I get my first glimpse. Being kept in the dark meant I had no way to tell how bad I looked. My eyes sting with tears as I look back up at her. “I don’t want them to see me like this.”

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