The Deal 2: Hell on Earth [Missing Chapter 13]

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Alright, so this part was salvaged from a Russian site, I put it into a translator and plan on revising it. It's still pretty much readable but some parts are a bit wonky. So be warned.

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"You promise?" he whispered.

I nodded as hard as I could. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't remember the last time I was so alive. A mixture of panic and admiration filled me. That's what fear did to me. He was so easily transformed into something sexy. His body was pressed against mine, and the threat of what he could do to me was slipping through my head, so it wasn't surprising how I reacted to what was happening.

The man slowly lowered his hand from my lips. His thumb gently brushed my lips, and the tips of his fingers ran down my neck. His hand wrapped around my throat, he's not too tight. At least for now. It was almost a threat, like he was saying what he could do to me if he wanted to.

"Listen to me, I'll only say this once," he said slowly. "I don't want stutters and questions. Clear?"

For a second I forgot how to speak. I started to act when he tilted his head to the side.

"Yes," I barely said.

"My name is Vic," he told me.

Vic. That name sounded so good on my lips, and I jerked under his body. My thoughts were already arousing me. My chest slowly rose and fell. He was interested in my reaction. He examined my body before running his hand down my chest. He moved lower and lower. I wanted to gasp, but reminded myself that I still didn't know what he wanted to do to me. He could have just wanted to Rob me. Somehow I didn't think he was here for that. His eyes darted to mine. One single tiny look was so seductive. I wanted to get away just so he could find me again and do something to me that I didn't have to say.

"I read your list of kinks. Item eight. My safe word is red. Tell him now if you want to leave," he ordered.

Point eight? There are only eight on my list. That was the last one. That was what was going through my head right now. I've always fantasized about being caught by some man when I least expect it, and yanking me out of the ordinary to do with me what he wants. Was that what I wanted?

I didn't say a word.

The guy, Vic, grinned. He shrugged and the backpack fell into his hands. I was so caught up in what this man was doing that I didn't even think about escaping. Yes, and didn't want me to be honest.

I watched him take two things out of the bag: a piece of cloth and a roll of duct tape. It was overwhelming to me. This stranger was... straightforward. He cornered me in the corner and talked to me like knowing that I will agree with the game that he played. He was so sure of himself, and there was something else that made my knees buckle.

If he was going to kidnap me, then at least I'd play along. Seeing the inches of distance between us, I took the chance and ran. Can't say I tried too hard. He caught me at the same moment, wrapping me from behind. My attempts were weak in the future.

"I always like a little resistance," he growled in my ear.

I smiled at that, but he turned me around and I had to pretend I was scared again. Honestly, I was only half pretending. In fact, I was nervous about what he might have done to me. I was pinned against the wall again. He tore off a piece of duct tape, long and wide. He grabbed my hands, tying them together. My hands were tightly bound together in front of me, and I had no desire to pull away.

He tore off some more tape from the skein and lifted the piece, looking at me.

"Last chance," he suggested.