25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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I moan, feeling sore. Opening my eyes, I'm met with darkness. Jerking my arm, trying to break whatever has my wrist. Turning my head back to the source, I see that I'm cuffed to a bed.
" Damn it," I curse quietly. We must have arrived at where ever we're going if I'm in a bed. I try to make out the contents of the room, but the curtains are closed tightly. I may think it is night-time because I can't see a thing.
I pull back the covers and try to get comfortable since there's no way I can get out of these damn cuffs anyway with one arm I pull the cover to my chin and lay on my back.
I freeze my breathing picking up and move my leg further right. Coming in contact with someone else leg, my suspicion confirmed I-am indeed lying next to someone.
Stay calm and think Lyra, I give my self a pep talk. Maybe the person lying next to me has the key? I take a deep breath debating whether or not whoever is next to me being a deep sleeper.
Slipping my hand over the body slowly and carefully as electric waves forms when my hand makes contact, and I wonder if something is seriously wrong with me.
Pulling my hand slowly lower and lower tell, I feel the stitch of the pockets. Carefully feeling for something like a key, I move into a sitting position reaching my hand to the other side and make contact with something hard and not knowing if it's the key or not. I lift my body more, sliding my hand in the pocket. A hand grips my arm tightly. I jerk my arm back, wincing.
"дорогой, what do you think you're doing"? His deep voice making his chest rumble. I all but growl in frustration. "This is ridiculed, let me go damn it you must have the wrong person."
"Lyra Delaney, born 1994. Born, raised in New York City", Hmm, oh yes, your mother died when you were fifteen, and your father left when you were three," he says the last in a whisper, almost as if he cares. I mentally slap my self at the thought, rolling my eyes. I lay back down and stare in the dark in defeat.
Some time passes, but I know he is still awake staring at me. Not being able to ignore him anymore, I turn facing him as best I can with one of my arms being cuffed.
"Why are you always staring at me"? I wonder out loud. His chuckle is profound, and I can make out the lips of his moving up in a smile."Please let me go." I know its pointless to ask, but I can't help the hope that seeps into my voice.
"If I don't take you to my boss, someone else will just find you and take you." "No, there has to be someplace I can to hide," I say because I'm a fighter and I refuse to accept my fate of death or whatever sick reason I'm being held hostage.
I want him to say he will let me go or even hide me away from himself because if I'm honest, I feel something for this man, how twisted am I? Instead of saying anything, he does not answer, but instead, silence wraps around me like a blanket.
As sleep finally starts to claim me, I think I hear him whisper, but it's so faint I'm not sure if he did or if my mind is playing hopeful tricks on me.
"Maybe." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Light shines in the room as I open my eyes; it took me a moment to remember where I am. Oh yeah, I'm kidnapped. I sigh, shaking my head. I stand and stretch as I look around the room.
The room is small, with a bathroom to my left, and a tv sits in front of me. We're in a cheap hotel room. My eyes widen in surprise. This means I still have time to escape. I spin around and stop my eyes landing on the phone, then look at the bed he went.
My heart skyrocket, and I quickly fumble for the phone, wanting to call 911 before he comes back. Tapping my fingers on the hardwood nightstand as I wait for someone to answer the phone. " 911 how can I help you"?
" Hi, HI my name is Lyra Delaney, I was kidnapped and am now in a hotel room, but I don't have much time," I say in a rush not sure if she even understood me.
She quickly gets to work, asking me where I'm kidnapped from and giving a description of the man who took me. When she asked me where I am, I stop not knowing where I am. I tell her to hold on so I can look out the room window to see something anything. The door opens with a bang, and I jump back and start screaming for help at the top of my lungs.
The man who walks in the room must have been one of the other men I heard yelling the first night. Frantically I look around the for anything to fight back with my eyes landing on the lamp. Jumping over the bed my fingers touch it before the tall man grunts grabbing my legs and holding me down while he pulls something out-of-pocket.
"Get the hell away from my asshole," I try to kick him off, but he so much stronger than me. I see the white cloth he finally pulls out of his pocket. "No, not again, please, please don't, not again." I don't get past those words before I feel the cloth and my world fades around me.
Throbbing pain in my head wakes me up. I don't move to try to remember what happened, but I don't remember being hit on the head unless if someone did something While I had been knocked out. I don't know why I didn't think about it then, but my breathing picks up at the thoughtful, not knowing what they do to me when I'm knocked out.
"Deep breaths Lyra" I mumble to my self. Think I would rather not know and be oblivious to what happens then to know it if I'm awake is what calms me back down in the end.
"дорогой" Time to wake up I feel arms wrap around my body. I was already awake, but I don't want to open my eyes because when I do, I know it's real, I know it's not dreaming.
"Don't touch my asshole?" I say as my way of letting him know I'm awake. His deep chuckle makes my eyes fly open then widen in surprise when I see how close we are." I hear you're causing trouble" he waves his finger back and forth in front of me like a child. Anger weaves its self into my bones quickly. Is this man serious, they abducted me, and I'm causing problems?
"Are you Fucking serious"! I question loudly. He laughs once again. Before I know what I'm doing A loud pop sounds in the van, a sting runs through my hand.
Recovering quickly, he grabs my hand rolling on top of me. Erotic tingles erupt in my body, spreading deliciously. I try to control my lust for him because there is no way in hell I'm going there with him.
" Get the fuck off me," I try to say, but it comes out in a whisper. Amusement in eyes, he lowers them to my lips.
"дорогой, you do not want to mess with me," he slides his fingers down my cheek down my neck. I smile at him and lifting my lips to his ear.
" No, baby, it is me you don't want to fuck with," I say, shoving my knee in his growing erection. ........................................................................ What did you think about that chapter?
Can I say ouch, I may not be a man but I can only imagine getting knead in the balls hurts badly, but he deserved it?
Strange Russian men kidnaped Lyra, but one man she can't seem to keep her emotions in check< do you think she is crazy?
Well, oh well, if she is," I shrug my shoulders, snickering at you " haha just kidding. Love you.
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