THEIR CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 7

The ray of light peeking from a thick curtain suddenly woke me from my slumber. I squinted against the sudden brightness, sleepily blinking my eyes to rid myself of the daze that still clung to me.

My limbs are heavy and everything is sore, especially between my legs. I'm parched, exhausted that I wanted to shut my eyes close again and continue to sleep but hunger also sits heavily on my belly.

Slowly settling in a sitting position, I stretched my legs in front of me and slowly inspected the room.

The instinct to observe first for possible threats is deeply ingrained in my being ever since attending the military so that's what I do.

I observe.

Letting my gaze roam to the black sheets where my naked body lay, to the oak walls and to the furry carpet covering a wooden polished floor.

Slowly, I made my way to edge of the bed and placed my feet atop the carpet. Bear rugs. I wiggled my toes, feeling for the smooth fabric.

Yawning, I decided to look around and explore the place. 

My first attempt to stand had electricity zapping between my thighs and I stumbled backwards in shock, wandering what the hell is wrong with me.

I remember...

I clutched my head.

The sunlight hit my skin and I noticed the bruises around my wrists first. With furrowed brows, my eyes dropped to the entirety of naked flesh and saw an ample of blues painting my thighs  and stomach.

They really went rough to me.

They...

The Russian twins.

Fuck.

I've been drugged by those two motherfuckers and now that snippets of last night began to bombard my memory, I can remember clearly how I've begged them.

The more I recall, the more my horror increases.

I fucked the Russians. My enemy.

In fact, I can still feel them inside me.

Looking down properly at myself, dried cum coated my skin. Some are crusted on my inner thighs.

Immediately, dread, humiliation and shame washed over me. I waited for guilt to settle but found odd contentment instead.

I'm so fucked.

I just had sex with not only one but two of my enemies and yet....I strangely enjoyed it. I can't even find in myself to feel remorse for the betrayal that I had just committed.

I'm torn between hating myself for being pliant but being high on viagra is a console, lessening the sick feeling of wanting to scrub my self clean. The sex might be mind-blowing but it's a huge betrayal to my morals and duty. I don't want the incident to repeat again but I'm scared that I can't refuse.

And that can't just happen.

I need to escape before it's too late. Before they'll break me mentally and use me as their personal whore.

Because last night, they might not have broken my bones but my beliefs are shattered. My fight is chipped and I need to go before surrender will take it's place.

That thought had me on my feet in an instant despite my body begging me to rest. My gaze once again roamed the place, stopping to to a large, black closet.

Carefully, I made my way towards it.

Wrenching the silver handle open, I find clothes fit for giants. I grabbed the nearest black shirt that reached my thighs and donned a thick coat with various pockets afterwards.