Page 46 of Embracing My Nightmare
He tipped the bottle back and drank heavily before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His eyes roamed up and down my body and I tried to pull myself into a ball. He gripped my ankle and pulled my leg down, forcing me onto my back. I tried to kick him, and he backhanded me, my head jolting to one side as the pain exploded across my cheek and into my jaw. My ears were ringing as he licked his lips and rubbed his crotch, leering down at me.
Cameron dropped the bottle to the floor and stepped up to the bed. My head swam as he straddled my clothed body and grasped my free hand, holding it to the bed. Using his other hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his pathetic dick.
Spitting onto his palm, he stroked himself, his body pressed against my hips and upper thighs, made defending myself impossible. His dick was inches from my face and my nightmares were playing out in real time as he continued to work his length.
“I need more,” he muttered and released his dick.
He pulled my free hand down and pinned it under his knee, immobilizing me as he ripped my blouse open, small buttons flying around the dirty, dark room. Licking his lips, he pulled my bra down, pushing my breasts on top of the cups as he stroked his dick above them.
My tears were falling, and I tried to sink into the bed as he worked himself faster and faster. Groaning into the room, “Fuck yeah.”
He pulled back and stroked his release all over my breasts before rubbing it into my skin. He pinched my nipples and I screamed into the room, begging for him to stop.
He stood from the bed and slapped both of my breasts before putting his dick back into his pants. Picking up the bottle, he turned to the door and spoke over his shoulder. “Get some sleep cockroach. You’re going to need your strength.”
The door closed and I sobbed into the bed, the feeling of his release drying on my skin made me feel dirty and used. I allowed the tears to fall unchecked for a moment until I composed myself. I needed to get out of here, wherever here was, and the only way to do that was to get free of the bed.
Pulling my bra back in place, I attempted to close my shirt while fighting the bile rising in my throat. Glancing around the dirty floor, hoping to find something to help cut the tie from my wrist, I thought back to all the lessons Chuck had taught me. I looked on the floor again, finding a small paperclip near the edge of the dresser.
Sliding off the bed, I stretched as far as I could across the room, the tie digging into my wrist. I felt it tearing into my tender flesh and I pushed through the pain, using my toe to slide the clip close enough for me to grab. Crawling back on the bed, I tilted until I could see the connection on the tie in the weaning moonlight and pushed the metal end into the slot.
It took what seemed like forever but finally, I could get the zip-tie to push back into the closure and wiggle my hand out of the tight plastic loop. The sun was rising outside the boarded window, and I could finally get a better look at my prison through the small slivers of light shining into the dank room.
Quietly, I crept around the used needles and trash to the boarded window and saw they had screwed the boards in, so I removed that as an escape option. Besides, I couldn’t fit through the small opening evenifI managed to get the boards off.
I found a nub of a sharpened pencil sticking out from under the old dresser and I slipped it into my back pocket. It was barely as wide as my palm, but it had a point and could inflict damage. A weapon was a weapon as Chuck had explained years ago. Chuck. I hoped I would get to see them again. To tell them I loved them, one more time.
I heard his voice booming through the house, and I snuck to the door, trying to hear who he was talking to. If someone else was here, I was doomed. I might be able tofight one on one, but more than that would be terrible. Hearing Cameron laugh, I realized he was on the phone making plans to be gone by tonight. What would he do with me? Refusing to wait around to find out, I worked on the lock with the paperclip.
I was getting out of this room, away from this nightmare, even if I had to kill someone to do it.
Chapter 15
Devlin
Chuck and I drove backto my apartment and he appeared shocked as I pressed the button to the top floor. He kept his gaze locked on me as we exited, and the apartment door opened for us. James and Freddie were busy typing on the computers and Skid was standing near the door, his face buried in his phone. Walking in, Chuck whistled low and looked around at the set-up I had in my living room.
