The Captive

Chapter 5

*Violent scenes ahead*

Shit, shit, shit, shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into? What do I do? I have a sexy, manly, beast on top of me and I have no idea what to do. How does this happen? This shit only happens in books.

I feel his nose run down my neck and stop at the crevice where my neck and shoulder meet. I hear him take a large inhale and am able to make out the smallest of groans coming from him. I really hope I have the same effect on him that he does on me.

No! We do not want that! He is a random person that you do not know. We do not want him to be touching us like that, no matter how good it feels. Get your horny self together!

I push my hands against his chest and shove him as hard as I can.

Ugh his chest feels so nice, he is so muscled.

Stop! Keep yourself together Grace!

The Walking Dick growls at me. Growls! What the hell dude. He grabs me by my wrists and easily brings them up over my head. He holds them there in one hand and uses the other to push me back onto the bed.

Ooh, kinky.

Oh goodness no! What the hell is wrong with me? I have serious problems.

"Get the hell off of me!" I twist and turn in his arms, trying to get out of his hold. He looks me square in the eyes, they are a dark metallic blue.

"Darling, don't waste your energy. You aren't going anywhere." Then he smirks, SMIRKS. This dick just smirked at me. He is sadistic.

"Watch me!" I practically spit in his face.

I bring my leg up and knee him in his manly bits. He immediately lets go and doubles over in pain. I crawl off the bed and make a dash to the door. I didn't remember there being so much space between the bed and the door. How big are his steps?

I am about to turn the handle when I get pulled backwards. I am slammed against the wall next to the door and I feel a wave of pain shoot through my head. I feel hands wrap around my throat and am lifted up off the floor. I start kicking my legs and grabbing at his hands. His eyes have gone completely black and I fear for my life.

The grip on my neck is so tight and I struggle to take a breath. Tears start streaming down my face, and I become lightheaded. I keep grabbing at his hands trying to loosen his grip, though my legs have become lifeless.

Help! Somebody help! Please! I am screaming in my head but can't manage to get any words out.

Dark spots start clouding my vision when he finally says something, leaning close to my face. 

"Don't ever do something like that ever again or I will do worse!" he threatens, his minty breath fanning my face. 

And with that he slams my head against the wall again and drops me to the ground. I fall into a mess of coughs on the floor. I faintly hear the door open and slam shut.

I let myself lie on the floor coughing, trying to get breath in, and letting the tears stream down my face. I hiccup every now and then, letting my sobs take over my body. The hardwood floors beneath me cools my body.

Only one thought pops into my head.

I need to get out of here.

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Hi! Sorry for the short chapter, but I'm having a bit of a writer's block. I would like to warn the readers that there will be violent and mature moments again later on in the story, so I suggest that you stop reading if these topics disturb you. This is my only warning. I would also like to let you know that I write in my free time so there will be irregular updates and I follow no schedule. Thank you for reading!