Page 1 of Their Stolen Obsession
One
Their Universe
Liv
“Fuck. Such a good little whore.”
The faint sound of grunts filled the air.
My eyes tried to open at the noise, but they were heavy. Deadweight, tired, and weak. Lost at sea with the tide as my eyeballs moved behind crusted eyelids. The rising waters pulled me further out, scattering my thoughts to a place I didn’t want to be.
Where was I?
Wherever I was, it was hard to breathe. I could barely think. I couldn’t move.
“All mine.”
There was that unrecognizable voice again, almost an echo in my head. Far away in the distance, but getting closer with each syllable. More commotion came next. The scuffle of shoes on the floor, the scraping of table legs on the ground. I knew themovement was in front of me, but my damn eyes weighed a ton.
Panic rushed through me as waves of shivers wreaked havoc upon my body—an uncontrollable motion I had no control over, and I wanted to stop. My stomach was uneasy, and I feared I’d never be able to gain the strength to move. I’d lay here to die on a cold floor with no one willing to help me.
As if the end was near, my memories came to me all at once, and I envisioned the grip of death. The chokehold of the unknown was tight around my neck, stiffer than an unhinged phantom—my phantoms, who I fretted were nowhere close. But time trapped their delicious faces somewhere out of reach. Their eyes were a mix of dark and light, bright as the blue sky. A fire radiating heat inside of me.
Goddamn it. I missed them. More than I cared to admit, especially at this uncertain time in my life.
Sin? Saint? Where were they?
All I could see were those fuckers marking my ring finger with their destroyed eyes, their gazes boring into me with a fierce need to keep me. I feared the image was only a recollection of what had happened too long ago.
How long?I wasn’t sure.
I was confused, and I sensed danger. The sweet smell of sweat was ripe in my nose and a strongsense of dread washed over me. Whoever was close by would come for me. I had to focus. I had to get away from wherever the hell I was and that happened with opening my eyes.
With all my might, my crusted eyelids fluttered open, and I blinked repeatedly against the blinding light. A headache pounded above my eyes, and the illumination moved to the beat of my throbbing temple. The brilliance toned down as the seconds passed and revealed a dimly lit room with gray stone tiled flooring. I didn’t move a muscle, but my heart skipped a beat at the image in front of me.
A woman. She was bent over a desk, and she wasn’t alone.
“Always tight,” he breathed unevenly, forcing her head down and holding her in place.
His hand clenched around her long blond hair covering her face, but I could see her eyes. They were clamped shut. The desk rattled with each thrust, and the legs skidded back and forth on the floor.
She was silent. Not a single yelp came from her as her body jostled from the man behind her, and my eyes grew wide with terror. I was petrified that I was next on his list to fuck, and he had left me discarded in wait, hoping I’d remain unconscious. Well, the motherfucker thought wrong.
I searched the small room, making sure not to move my head. There was a door right behind him, but there was no way I could make a mad dash for it. He’d notice me, and my escape would be pointless. I had no choice but to lay there and play unconscious until their act was through.
“Wet…”
I heard him spit. The sound repulsed me.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered right before he slapped her ass.
Instantly, her eyes opened, and she peered straight at me. Beautiful colors mixed to make a warm hazel glow among the fear reflected at me. Her orbs of pain were unbearable and tears of sadness bit at me. Wet streaks fell sideways down my cheek as her terror was palpable, but I knew I must stay strong. Although weak, I was not helpless, unlike that woman, who was no older than me. I understood what was happening perfectly, and I couldn’t pretend while someone suffered sexual assault right before my eyes. I had to do something.
The vile noise he made as he rode her as if she were raw meat was sickening, and with each thrust, my anger grew into a rage I couldn’t contain. I made a move, but the woman’s eyes grew wider with warning and a wrinkle formed between them. The fingernails she had clawed into the edge of the desktoploosened and an index finger rose. Carefully, she waved the limb in a back-and-forth motion, cautioning me to stop.
But I wouldn’t listen.
To hell with that!
