For twenty minutes I paced around my living room, barefoot and uncertain of what to do. I wasn’t sure if I was just going to walk out like this, almost naked and exposed, for Marcus to do as he pleased. I felt like I wanted another round – at least for him to fuck me, because that at least felt good. I just didn’t know if I wanted the rest of what he had in mind.
Before I knew it, my time was up and I got a text message. I read the message with dread and realized he was parked just outside the apartment.
My heartbeat got faster and I could feel the tension in my legs as my knees buckled and I couldn’t stop shivering. I bit down on my nails and started to panic.
And then I ran.
I locked the front door and bolted my way out of the back door, bringing only a small backpack with my phone, wallet and other few valuables along with me. I didn’t care if I was wearing a jersey and nothing else underneath. I didn’t care if someone might spot me like this. I just freaking ran.
Not once did I look back. I just kept on going, crossing the streets and running straight out of the neighborhood. I didn’t stop once and just dashed through a children’s park, someone’s backyard and eventually I found myself a little closer to the edge of downtown. There were fewer houses and apartments here and I could see the distant lights of the main city shops, clubs, bars and other establishments.
Rain began to fall and I was forced to take shelter under a small canopy of a closed down shop. It was in a small, tight and dark alleyway and I didn’t feel exactly safe in there but it was the best choice I had. Even then I was starting to shiver from the cold.
My phone buzzed. I took a look and saw he had messaged me a dozen times. I didn’t bother to read any of them. I just tossed my phone back in my bag and defiantly began to walk under the rain, hoping I’d find a better spot to rest the deeper I got into the main part of town.
Yet to my surprise, I only seemed to have gotten farther away. I knew I was going in a straight line but I only ended up in a darker and scarier neighborhood. I started passing by old, rickety houses and it was only after another three blocks that I figured I stumbled into a dangerous place. I could see gang signs vandalized on the walls, a lot of houses had broken windows and the whole place looked like a drug den of sorts. I could only imagine what kind of people lived in these poorer suburban neighborhoods.
“Hey missy, you lost ‘ere or somethin’?” I suddenly heard a male voice call out from behind.
I turned around, shocked, and saw a man approaching. He was tall – not as tall as Marcus – but had a dark blue hoodie on and I couldn’t really see his face.
“O-oh, I’m just trying to get my way to the bus station,” I tried to reason and hopefully hide my fear. I backed up a bit but I hardly took a few steps away when I slammed into someone from behind. I quickly turned around and saw another man. This one had pale skin, a big and muscular body and had a thick orange beard around his chin.
“My, my, I think someone’s a little lost, eh?” the second man asked with a big, crooked smile. He then suddenly reached forward and grabbed my wrist.
“Ah!” I yelped in pain. “L-let go of me!”
I tried to wriggle my way free but even as I did the first man came up to me from behind and suddenly grabbed me around the waist. He then reached up and
squeezed my tits.
“Hey, this one’s a ready-to-fuck slut,” he told his companion. “She ain’t wearing a bra or nothing, man!”
“I like that in a girl,” the man with the beard then said. He suddenly reached down and whipped out his cock. I looked down at it in horror. “I think we should give her what she wants and fuck her until she can’t remember her name.”
“Hey!” a third voice then called out.
Both of my assailants looked to the side but it was too late. In a flash of thunder and lightning a fist crossed the gap and in an instant the man with the orange beard was sent flying off to the ground. The man holding me quickly let me go and tried to retaliate against the newcomer but the latter came prepared, wielding a small metal baton that he used to whip the other’s face multiple times. When I looked again my assailant was on the street, bleeding from a broken nose and jaw.
It was only after the fear and shock had subsided that I got to look up and see my savior. To my utter surprise it was none other than Marcus Phoenix. I looked a little beyond his shoulder and I saw his car parked right in the middle of the street.
“D-daddy?” I mumbled when I saw him looking down at me. He didn’t say a word and simply stared at me with a cold pair of eyes.
I had betrayed him. I ran away. I made a deal and I broke that oath. Yet when I ran into trouble he was the one who came to my side. To be dead honest, I felt ashamed.
Without a word, I crawled and clawed my way to him and kissed his shoes. I held onto his foot so tightly like my life depended on it. I begged and whimpered, kissing his shoes as the rain poured down on us both.
Marcus then kicked his foot up, pulling it away from me, and said, “You’re mine. No one else can touch you – no one. Now get the fuck up and get in the car.”
He didn’t say another word and simply walked back to his vehicle. Drenched and dirty I quickly got back up on my feet and followed him.
As soon as I was in the car, he drove off and we didn’t share a single conversation until he brought me back to his home by the lake.
16
Marcus
No time was wasted. As soon as I got her into my basement dungeon I pushed her against a wall where there were a few shackles to keep her up. I quickly bound her wrists and hoisted them up and then took a metal rod with cuffs and shoved it between her ankles. This would keep her legs spread open no matter what I did to her.