Page 28 of Loki
In person she was even more beautiful. Her golden hair hung down her back. She was dressed in a form fitting kneelength pink pencil skirt, white silk blouse, her white bra visible underneath, and white pumps. She looked like a politician’s wife.
Her large blue eyes landed on me, then narrowed.
“Please help me,” I pleaded to her, hoping that her being a woman she’d help me get out of here.
Decker slammed the door, then approached his wife. “What is she doing here?” she asked with her arms folded across her body when he stood beside her. She looked down at his very visible erection, then focused back on his eyes. “You aren’t supposed to bring any of your whores here, Owen. What will everyone think!”
“You know what he does!” I shouted in disbelief. “He's going to rape me! You let him do this to women?”
I saw the disgust on her face when she gazed at me. “He has certain needs that I refuse to fulfill. So, he uses whores like you and I’m fine with that as long as it doesn’t affect or lives.”
I didn’t know why I was shocked at these people’s cruelty anymore, but for a woman to allow another woman to experience so much trauma was unbelievable to me.
She focused back on her husband. I couldn’t believe this bitch was more concern about what people thought about seeing me here than what her husband was actually doing to me.
“Darling, we have guests,” she said, cupping his face with one of her hands. “You’re not supposed to bring them to the main house. So, take this trash back where she belongs before someone sees.”
“Who’s here?” he asked his brows lowered in confusion. “I don’t remember us having anything planned today.”
She deeply sighed, rolling her eyes. “Senator Riley and his wife are here. Remember we are supposed to discuss whether he’s going to be on the ticket when you announce your candidacy.”
“Shit! I forgot. Let me get things straight here, and I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Make sure you wash the stench away.” Standing on her tip toes, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, like he was the love of her life. It was fucking disgusting.
Using her thumb, she gently removed the red lipstick from his lips, leaving a faint stain. With smiles on their faces, they shared a moment with one another before she turned the doorknob and exited the room.
After he closed the door, instead of coming back to the bed, he walked back to the dresser.Thank God!
He grabbed his wedding band from the silver dish and slid it back on his finger, grabbed his watch and fastened it around his wrist, then snapped his cufflinks back into place. He grabbed his tie and wrapped it around his neck, facing me. The lustful leer on his face sent a shiver down my spine.
“Duty calls,” he said, tying his tie. “It doesn’t matter how much you scream, no one will help you. You are at my mercy.”
“Fuck you! You bastard.”
“Keep that fight.” A sinister smile crossed his face. “It’ll be even better for me when I snuff it out while that tight cunt of yours is filled with my cock.” My face scrunched in disgust causing him to chuckle. “Someone will be in to help you clean up and maybe just maybe I’ll get to see you later.”
“You’re a sick bastard,” I sneered.
He shrugged. “I am. But I’m going to love showing you how sick I can really be. You’ll come to love it. They all do.”
He turned on his heels and waltzed out the room without a care in the world. When the door clicked closed, it was the first time I could breathe since I woke up in this place.
While it seemed hopeless to believe I would get out of this unscathed, I hoped sooner rather than later help would come for me. I had faith my friends would never give up on me.
Maybe Lila got away and could sound the alarm about what was going on. If I couldn’t escape again, I’d just have to holdon until someone saved me. Or maybe I should make another run for it. And if I didn’t get away this time, he’d kill me. Death would definitely be a better option than to be at his mercy.
Chapter Ten
Dominique “Nikki” Honoré
When the doorknob rattled,a wave of terror surged through my entire system. I couldn’t stop the tremors that shook my body. I prayed Decker didn’t come back to finish what he had started because I had no way to defend myself.
I’d never experienced anything like this. Not even my time in the cage was this terrifying. But the pleasure that man had in choking and violating me, scared the shit out of me. The glee in his eyes and how his erection bloomed inside his slacks as I pleaded for him not to touch me only made me dread what he would do to me when he returned. My terror, my begging him to stop, turned him on. He had a taste of what my reaction would be, and he loved it. The excitement was in his eyes. So, there was no telling what he’d do just so he could witness it again.
I stared at the door as it opened, and my body trembled with trepidation. When Dylan, stepped in, there was no relief that it wasn’t Decker because I knew I was in deep shit.
He had warned me to fall in line like everyone else, or face the horrors the other girls went through, but I didn’t. I was sure hewas here to dole out punishment, maybe even kill me. And death was probably the best option for me.
