THE VICKERS

Chapter 16

She could feel her insides churning, repulsed by the man who was now groping her and leaving sloppy kisses on her shoulder. She let out a fake moan to encourage him.

"Oh, that's what I like to hear." Morty gravelled.

He had crushed the blunt he was smoking earlier but the stench still lingered heavily in the air.

It didn't help that he was already frowsy. She almost gagged when his sloppy smackers trailed down her neck to her cleavage.

She moaned again. Her legs were tied to each leg of the chair, which made access easy for him.

As his hand slid down the top of her thigh then up between her legs. Then again, down her thigh, and up. Each time getting closer and closer to the hem of her shorts.

It was all she could do to keep a straight face and not scream. She felt dirty, vulnerable, and sick.

Much like she did when Barry would come into her room late at night and... No. She pushed the thought aside.

This time was different. She couldn't fight back then, but she could now.

Her thin white shirt offered no shield to the cold, which was why she shivered so much. And her nipples stood at attention through the material, but Morty thought it was because of him. He smirked every time Dahlia gasped. She only did when the regurgitation was at her throat and she was trying to hold it back.

Another stroke later and his index finger hooked onto her shorts and underwear waist. He attempted to drag them down but they didn't budge. He stood up in front of her. The sight of his tiny bulge would have been laughable if she wasn't in this predicament.

"You gotta un-tie my legs."

"No fucking way."

"Well how else will you get me to scream your name?" she said, rotating her hips slightly.

He shook his head. It's just my legs, my arms will still be tied. He hesitated still.

"Come on Morty, I'm still cold," she said in the sexiest voice she could muster. It's the same voice she used to seduce both Marcus and Juno. She could always get what she wanted with that tone of voice, and it still worked.

"Alright fine!"

He took his knife and cut her legs loose. To say it was a relief was an understatement. The ropes had been digging into her skin till they burned. No doubt that her ankles were bruised.

"Now where was I?" he said as he kneeled before her. He reached for her thighs.

There was no way Dahlia was going to let him touch her again. One swift kick to his genitals had him reeling. He grunted in pain.

"You bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" His knife had fallen from his grasp.

She used her feet to slide it under her chair while he struggled to get up. His movement was sluggish. But as soon as he was almost up, she kicked him again, this time in the abdomen.

It wasn't as effective as before, his blubber-like stomach absorbed the impact.  Her legs were loose so she could stand slightly. Her knees were still bent and she was hunched over. The heavy wooden chair weighed her down severely.

"You are gonna regret that!" he said finally standing on his feet. He reached for his knife but it wasn't there.

He advanced towards her ready to knock her out. She dodged it barely and swung around so the chair struck him in the back.

He grunted as he stumbled towards the back wall. His back was turned so she took the opportunity to grab the knife.

She laid the chair on its back over the knife and tried to grab it with her bound hands. Her fingertips grazed the handle and it inched away.