Page 15 of Merciless Sinner

“Regardless of that, I need to go now.”

“That’s not going to happen,Alice.”

My breath hitches. “You can’t keep me here. I’m leaving.”

I’ve barely finished the sentence before he raises his hand and slaps me right across my cheek. The impact is so hard, it sends me straight to the ground. I scream, realizing the danger I’m in.

Petr marches up to me and grabs me by my hair.

“I’m having you tonight, whether you want me or not.” His rough voice comes out like the growl of a feral beast, and I swear the glass in the windows rattles with the same fear I feel.

My entire body trembles with it, shaking from the inside out.

“Please let me go,” I beg, grabbing at his hands to try to get them out of my hair, but he only latches on tighter.

“No, whore, you’re not going anywhere.” He swats my hands away, hurting my fingers. “The only place you’re going is my bed. Take your fucking clothes off. Now!”

Oh my God. He’s going to rape me. He’s going to rape me.

The horrific thought pulls tears out my eyes like water flowing from a busted pipe.

“No, please.” I try again, but I shouldn’t have.

Petr answers by pulling his gun from his back pocket and striking me with it in the side of my head. A blast of pain explodes through my body, and I scream out so loud it feels like I’ve used up all my voice forever.

Petr hovers over me like a dark cloud of smoke, my screams of horror lost on him and the four walls surrounding us. I’m sure they’re lost on the guard downstairs, too.

Terror steals my ability to speak, so my voice gets lost in the trepidation clogging my throat.

“Take your clothes off, bitch. Don’t let me tell you again, or I’ll kill you.”

Petr releases my hair but keeps the gun trained on me.

Shaking, I stand and start taking off my clothes. As I’m not exactly wearing much, I’m naked within seconds.

“Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he growls.

I move, uncaring that his disgusting eyes are all over me, and I do as I’m told.

I get on the bed and look away when he undoes the buttons on his shirt. I don’t want to see him taking his clothes off.

He’s about to get on the bed when his phone rings.

I expect him to ignore the call, but he doesn’t.

He takes it.

I chance looking back at him, noticing the deep frown creasing his already wrinkled face, then I watch him pull his pants back on.

“Where is she?” he asks the person he’s speaking to, cradling the phone between his neck and shoulder. “I’m on my way. Make sure that wife of mine stays put.”

He has a wife, and look at me here.

Petr hangs up and grabs his shirt, then he looks at me with disgust.

“Stay in the bed. I’ll be right back. If you try to leave or do something stupid like contact your little boyfriend, my guards will kill you.”

I don’t question the warning. I know he’s serious.

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