CHAPTER 13
Anna
I stretch as I wake up and then rub the sleep from my eyes. After my eyes are fully awake, I take in my surroundings. At first I’m confused but then I realize that I’m back in my own private nightmare, that I was a month ago.
I sit up and try to get off the bed, but I can’t, I’m yanked straight back. I notice that both my hands are handcuffed. There’s a chain at least three feet long running between my cuffed hand and the bedpost.
I look down at my body and all my clothes have been removed. That snaps me to attention and I quickly look around the room. On my right side over by the window, Maxim is sitting in a chair leaning down with his elbows on his knees.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off of me, “did you undress me?” I’m shocked I even asked. Who else would’ve done it?
“Yes, when I slept next to you last night, I wanted to feel your skin against mine.”
“Let me fucking go, right now.” I yell at him.
Maxim slowly walks towards me. The battle between my head and heart is fucked up. I don’t know if I should be confused or turned on. He looks gorgeous in his molded for him pants, and a white button-down shirt.
He gets on the bed and crawls towards me. I get as far away from him as the chains will let me. That doesn’t deter him at all. He grabs my ankles and yanks me down on the bed where I’m lying on my back.
Maxim straddles me at the waist and looks between my face and my boobs. “You are so beautiful,” he says to himself.
His head tips down as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and he sucks. “P-please don’t do this. N-not this way,” I stutter.
He could easily have me at his mercy right now, but I don’t want to like this. Not when I’m chained up and he can do whatever he wants. Not when he beat the shit out of my brother.
Maxim lifts his head up. The suction is so strong, when he releases it makes a popping sound. “Does this turn you on?”
I shake my head no, I just need to get away from him. His fingers move behind him as he slowly trails them up and down my thigh. He keeps getting close to my core. When he reaches me, he’ll see how wet I am.
Two fingers slide in easily with no effort. It’s like my body is trying to suck him in and not let them go. He removes them and brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking me off of him.
I whimper as I watch everything he does. “It won’t be long till I have you again. You are so hot and ready for me.” Both of his hands move over to my boobs and he plays with my nipples, teasing me more. “If I was a betting man, I would bet that you get yourself off tonight just thinking about me.”
I shake my head no, yanking on my cuffs still trying to get free, even though I can’t. “You can imagine whatever you want. Maybe it’s my fingers pumping in and out. Or my tongue licking and teasing and even sucking. Maybe you just want my dick. I’ll slam it in hard and fast. You’ll want me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
My eyes gaze down to the huge outline on his pants, imagining everything he just said to me. Before I notice, Maxim leans his head down. He gives me a sweet kiss, then he unlocks the cuffs.
I massage my wrists as he walks out the door, locking it behind him. He never turned around giving me a second glance. I quickly jump up and head over to the closet.
I pray that the clothes, if there are any, are not the ones like last night. I squeal in happiness as I see the multitude of items I can pick from. Every single color of leggings is in here, along with sweaters, T-shirts and tank tops.
The dresser that’s in the closet has to have at least a hundred pairs of wool socks, and a drawer specifically for hair ties.
I quickly grab something to wear and then head over to the bathroom. My bladder is full. The time on the clock reads almost noon. I was exhausted, I must’ve slept a long time.
I just wish that there was a way I could know for certain that Finn made it back and he’s safe. I wonder if Frank has found my note yet. I also wonder if my brothers are around the table figuring out the next move or maybe they don’t even know what’s going on yet.
They have to, Finn would’ve told them everything. My poor brother. I know, just like me, he’s not worried about himself, he wants to know that I’m okay. He doesn’t care that he was taken and what they did to him. He just cares that they’ll get me out of it. It was a well-orchestrated plan.
I smile as I look out the window. Knowing that Maxim might be in his room even though blinds are shut. No plan can be perfect, nothing in life is. There’s going to be a tiny mistake somewhere and that’s what’s gonna set me free.
Leave it to Booker, Maxim or even one of the lower-class guards to make it. But, I will find it and I will figure out how to get out of this hell.
I look over back at the bed where the handcuffs are still attached. I might as well have fun while I’m here though.