Page 7 of Bound By Mistake
I shake my head. I really must be losing it.
Or maybe there really is civilization out there and he’s simply lying to me for his own objectives.
I shudder, wondering what those objectives might be.
Still, true or not, his words have the desired effect, and I feel a wave of despair wash over me. Because he's right, even if I could somehow escape, where would I go? Even before I ended up here, I was already lost in the middle of nowhere. Now I have nothing, not even the clothes on my back anymore, and no idea in which direction to run.
The blonde man takes another step closer, and I instinctively try to scramble away, forgetting for a moment that I'm tied up. The ropes bite into my wrists and ankles, and I wince.
"Don't be afraid," he says, his voice softer now. "We're not going to hurt you. This is all part of the experience."
Experience? What experience? Is he crazy?
The other two men move closer as well, forming a semicircle around me. One of them, a dark-haired man with olive skin, speaks up.
"We paid good money for this, sweetheart. And we intend to get our money's worth."
My heart races as I try to make sense of his words.
Paid? Paid for what?
For me?
Did that mob outside deliberately herd me this way? What kind of fucked up place is this?
The third man, with rich copper colored hair and an air of mischief that belies his muscular frame, chimes in. "Come on guys, let's not drag this out. I'm dying to taste her."
My eyes widen in shock. Taste me? What the hell does that mean?
The blonde man shoots him a reproachful look. "Patience, Erik. We paid for the full weekend package. There's no need to rush."
Everything around me drops away as those words sink into my diminished comprehension.
A weekend package? My mind reels, trying to process what that could mean. The implications are terrifying.
"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "There's been a mistake. I'm not... I'm not part of any package. I was camping, and there was a mob, and I fell into the stream..."
The blonde man's eyebrows furrow slightly, I think his name is Cain, but his predatory gaze doesn't waver. He reaches out, trailing a finger down the valley between my breasts. I flinch at the contact, goosebumps erupting across my skin.
"Shh," he murmurs. "You're playing your part beautifully. The fear in your eyes, the trembling... It's intoxicating."
The dark-haired man chuckles. "I told you guys this company was legit. They've chosen well."
Chosen? Company? My head spins. They really believe I'm some kind of... what?
Actress?
Sex worker?
I open my mouth to protest again, but the copper-haired one - Erik - moves lightning-fast. His hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my words. His skin is warm against my lips, and I can smell a faint trace of expensive cologne.
"Enough now," he says, his voice low and husky. "No more talking. We didn't pay for conversation."
My heart hammers in my chest as I realize these men truly believe I'm here for their pleasure. They have no idea I'm a real person in genuine distress. I try to shake my head, to make them understand, but Erik's grip is firm.
Cain, the blonde one, kneels beside me on the bed. His hand traces down my side, sending involuntary shivers through my body. "You're so responsive," he murmurs appreciatively. "I can't wait to see how you react when we really get started."
The dark-haired man moves behind me, his breath hot on my neck. "I say we begin with a little prep and warm-up. What do you think, boys?"
