FORBIDDEN: The Stowaway PART ONE

Chapter Three - Zay

He guzzles down his coffee and picks up his plate. I don't even know what his name is. I don't think I want to know.

Burly Biker.

Muscled Killer.

Tattooed Manic.

Badass Motherfucker.

Whatever. Today is day one. By Friday, I hope to be back in my own bed with a story that'll haunt my dreams.

"Is there anything I can wear?" I ask as he pours himself another coffee. "My dress is kind of dirty."

He sips his coffee, flinching as the hot liquid touches his lips. "You don't have to wear anything."

I raise my eyebrows and scoff. "You can fuck right off."

He nods his head to the hallway, making for it, and I follow. The room he gave me is right at the end, with double doors and a private bathroom. It's adequate; a king-sized bed, bay windows, and a little fireplace with a loveseat in front of it. It's more than what my dorm has.

His room is right beside it. And that's where he leads me.

Drawers open and slam shut; a t-shirt and boxers are tossed at me. "That's it?"

He nods, leaning his hip on the dresser and folding his arms across his expansive chest. "Tomorrow I'll give you another pair."

I groan and go to my room, slamming the door behind me. No lock on it, of course.

I lean on the door and stare at the bay windows, wondering how I can escape through them without him finding out. They're crank windows, so it'd be much harder to cover.

I glance around the room for another exit strategy. The window in the bathroom is too small for me to slide out of, he'll be ho ton my tail if I try to make a run for it from the front door. There's nothing but this bay window.

I pinch my eyes together, letting out a breath. I have seven days to plan an escape. Seven miserable days.

After I change, I sit on the unmade bed and fall back, staring at the wood-paneled ceiling for what seems like forever. I'm going to die in this cabin.

In a cabin that's riddled with cobwebs and biker memorabilia.

I stare at the ceiling until my eyes get heavy and close on their own.

Sleep. I'll sleep off this nightmare and wake up in my dorm room. That's what's going to happen.

It has to.

*

A tap tingles my leg and I jolt, staring up at him. He has his fists pressed into the mattress at the end of the bed. "Lunch."

"I'm not hungry," I say, turning over to face the bay window that overlooks nothing but forestry. The only escape route I can think of.

"Up, now." He pushes off the bed. "Don't make me come in here again."

I chuckle wryly. "You can threaten me all you want, I'm still not getting up."

He takes me by the ankle and drags me off the bed.

Nope. He drags me all the way down the hall, ignoring my screams.

As soon as he lets me go in the living room, I scramble to my feet, taking a gander around at two other men in leather vests sitting at the table.

Great.

The blonde one chuckles, eyes scrolling over me. "She is a sexy little one, ain't she?"

I narrow my eyes in disgust. "Fuck you."