Page 60 of Body Tox

I was startled when he gripped my shoulder, realizing I hadn’t spoken since the storm started.

“Uh yeah, I just…I don’t like blizzards,” I muttered. I was already flashing back to that night over and over again.

I didn’t mean to, but I flinched at his touch, and he tried to meet my gaze.

“Here, take these. Tie them together and put it over your nose and mouth to keep out the cold.”

He handed me his gloves, and I tried to protest, but he walked away, going to the back of the room where there was a half-empty door.

I sighed, not loving the idea of being alone in this dark, damp, freezing place.

I didn’t even bother to ask him where his binds had gone. He must have been placating me by keeping them on. I kept hearing weird noises but brushed it off, assuming the state of the place was also a shelter for rodents.

The blizzard was in full force outside, and the flickering moonlight of the boards smacking the window and shadowing them over and over was giving me a headache. I crawled on the hard floor to the shelves where the candy bars were.

I wasn’t much for chocolate or sweets and rarely ate them, so I could keep looking amazing for Cali, but how hungry I was now made me think I’d eat the damn rat if it came close enough.

Smash, Smash, Smash!

My heartbeat quickened to the pace of the boards beating the siding. It brought me back to a time when I’d have rather been consumed by the blizzard…

The harsh wind smashed against the window, ripping branches and rocks from the ground and swirling them like daggers in a hail of white.

Alex smashed me against the wall, my head hitting the window just as hard as the swirling debris. He was drunk, I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and he reeked of blood.

“We’re safe here, pet, don’t worry. Why don’t we get a bit of friction going to keep us warm?”

I pushed against his chest, his slurred words right in my face.

“Get off me,” I demanded, turning my head to the side to avoid his sloppy kisses.

“You’d rather go out there?” He laughed and slapped the window by my head. The loud wrapping caused me to flinch away.

He reached behind me and undid my bra through my sweater, falling into my cleavage and moaning while inhaling my scent. He was so fucking heavy that I couldn’t get the bastard off me. I jerked to the side, trying to weasel out of his grip while he was distracted by my breasts.

His stupid boot tripped me, and I fell sideways onto the ground, his drunk body slamming on top of me and stealing my breath with a painful ‘whoosh’ of air.

“Ooh, feisty Eira. We should really wait so Daddy doesn’t hear you scream.”

I struggled against his smiling face, using my heels to dig into my floorboards and push myself upward.

“Get off me, Alex,” I yelled, and he clamped my mouth shut with his big, meaty fist.

“Shh shh, Eira! Don’t be so loud. I’m trying to protect you. We can’t have your Daddy thinking you don’t want this, can we, baby?”

He laid his arm over my chest, his hand still firmly over my mouth while he leaned up, pressing me down harder, and pulled his dick free of his jeans.

I didn’t want him.

I didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Stop,” I said through his fingers on my mouth, but he kissed my lips forcefully, gripping my cheeks in a bruising hold.

He had my legs locked with his knees and my chest trapped under his arm.

My pants were a pathetic defense against his blade. I whimpered, the sliced material leaving my bare legs chilled. Blood ran down my thighs where he nicked me.

“Please stop, Alex.”I tried again, realizing I was stuck.

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