Page 10 of Sinful Scars

He wraps his arms around my body and hauls me against his chest.

“I fucking warned you,” he hisses as he carries me back into the room.

I lock eyes with my other captor, who remains on the couch looking thoroughly bored by the entire interaction.

“Let…go…of…me.” I’m no match for his strength.

He tosses me onto the bed. “Get the rope.”

I cry as he climbs onto the bed and pins my hands above my head with one of his own. “Please.”

The veins in his forearms pop as he tightens his grip to the point of pain.

He’s so close that I’m being scorched by the heat radiating from his body, and he smells of sweat and tobacco.

I fight the urge to gag as he leans in, his harsh stubble grazing my cheek as he whispers in my ear.

“You’re going to regret your little escape attempt.”

I try to squirm, but he shifts his body so that he’s straddling me, trapping my legs beneath him with his strong thighs.

“The things we could do together.” His free hand grazes my bare thigh. “Good thing we have all night.”

A cackling laugh sounds from across the room, and that tiny spark of hope in my chest extinguishes as I turn my face toward the other man.

He’s watching me with feral amusement as he loosens the black tie around his neck.

I know how this is going to go.

I’m frozen as the rope returns to my wrists, binding me to the bed, leaving me completely at their mercy.

If I had only been faster…

By the end of this, I know I’m going to be begging for death to take me.

He tosses his tie to the asshole pinning me to the bed.

“I bet you like it fucking rough,” he whispers in my ear as he ties the blindfold over my eyes. “It’s always the innocent looking ones that are freaks in the bedroom.”

I hold back a whimper as it all goes dark.

A small part of me was hoping to find comfort in the darkness, but it only heightens my other senses as hands roam over my body.

When his fingers grab at the buttons on my blouse, I brace myself as he yanks it open to expose my bare torso and bra.

“I don’t normally like small tits, but I can make these work.” His fingers trail along the swell of my breasts.

More laughter sounds from the other guy and tears prick my eyes as my skirt is hitched up around my waist, exposing my underwear.

“These are very naughty,” he grunts as he dips two fingers into the waistband of my red lace panties. “Maybe I’ll keep these on to start wi?—”

An explosion goes off. No, wait, a gunshot.

I scream.

The weight on top of me is gone in an instant as another shot is fired followed by indistinct shouts in both Russian and English.

One of the voices is new and male, but it’s not one I recognize. For all I know, it could be another captor looking to claim me as a prize rather than a knight in shining armor.

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