Bonded To The Enticer

Chapter 16- My Saviour

After a successful meeting and a rather relishing dinner, it was time to return home. Stephan and Stacy were discussing about something regarding the deal, leaving Hayden and I on our own. We were walking out but Hayden halted. He kindly offered to clear the bills after arguing with Stephan who insisted on doing the payments for everyone. Hayden stayed back at the counter while I followed Stephan and Stacy who were walking in deep conversation. I bundled up my winter coat as the outside chilly wind bathed my exposed skin. I shivered and wrapped my hands securely to retain my body warmth from diffusing out.

"Wait for me here, I'll go and get the car, " said Stephan. He dug his car keys out of his pockets and walked down the stairs. Stacy too excused herself saying that she needed to call Connor to pick them up. I stayed at the entrance, examining the surrounding. At night, things looked much prettier there. The restaurant was on the heights offering a beautiful view of the town with the beautifully lighted skyscrapers and buildings. The port as well could be noticed with some rough shadows of boats and yachts. No one was out, settling a peaceful atmosphere that could only be appreciated by silence lovers. But too much of silence scared me.I tried to look elsewhere than thinking about the loneliness and silence I fell into. The sky was mesmerizing with the countless number of stars and the full moon. The view was just picture perfect. I gulped in some air, filling my lungs before I exhaled slowly. I closed my eyes surrendering to this beauty. The strong gusts would blow off my hair each and every time all over my face. My pale and silky skin was freezing but I didn't mind until I felt a cold hand reaching my waist. It made shivers ran down my spine. I was startled by the sudden touch.

My eyes wide opened as I detected this unfamiliar touch.The pressure of the hand on my waist increased, hurting me with a bitter feeling of pain.I whimpered slightly. I furrowed my brows as my hands landed on those hands who held my waist tightly enough to make my breath heavier. Out of fear, I didn't even pivot to look back at the one who touched me. I starred wide-eyed in front of me, scanning the area as my eyes trailed over looking for Stephan. My heart beat raced ten times a minute. This touch gave me a weird feeling, a kind of feeling that only a woman could detect. It made my body more vigilant. I gulped in the lump in my throat. My stammering voice trailed off, "Wh...Who is it?"

Fear was filling in my veins. My breathes increased every second like I'd just worked out. Suddenly, I felt someone resting his face on my shoulder brushing against my hair. The chill of that intimacy was more alarming than the chilly gusts if the surrounding . A disgusting scent of alcohol entered my nose. I grimaced in disgust. I felt cold breathes running down my body at the contact. It was fanning my bare neck. I could say that even with such a cold weather, I was sweating profusely. Tension and worry and fear gripped me.

"You look so hot, baby.... Your body snakes sexily when you dance, " a drunken voice echoed near my sensitive ears. I was horror struck. God! Help me! Who's this man? My gut feeling told me that that man had no good intention. My body radiated a protective shield. I didn't know what to do. His arms tightened around my waist, enclosing my hands. He was squeezing me in the most uncomfortable way. I need to get out of here! God Save Me! My inner conscious screamed for help. I felt the unshed tears pricking my eyes already. He gripped me, holding me glued on the stop. He was a danger.

"Come with me! Quench this thirst that you aroused in me, " he said in a lust filled tone. He was driving the living shit out of me. I was on the bound to cry and scream for help. He sniffed in my scent on my bare neck and to my horror, he licked my neck instinctively. It was an animal like gesture. He was exceeding the limits. He thinks I'm a slut! This savage bastard wants me in his bed for God knows to accomplish his sinful needs. I need to escape or scream for help... What should I do? I panicked as my imagination would run wild with the fear that I was encountering. Stephan was still not back neither was Hayden. Where is Stephan stuck? I escaped from his iron grip, pushing him against the wall and ran till I reached the dead end of the ground. A huge wall stood in front of me a barrier. My life was at stake. My hormones got even more alert. I heard his wagging footsteps walking towards me. My back brushed against the wall and felt helpless. I looked at the approaching silhouette. The dim lights of the parking area troubled my sight but I discovered that the rogue was a man in his mid thirties with dirty blonde hair and smoky dark eyes as if dark souls resided in them. He had bags under his eyes. His face was all crisped with age.He had a beard covering the whole of his jaws. A dirty smirk was on his lips. He was wearing black clothes completing his rogue like look. He walked unsteadily.