I was strong, but this was reckless. I could fight most men with ease and I could win. I could lift heavier weight than any other woman I knew. I’d beaten countless men and women in competitions, but I had never done something so crazy.
“Markos, you can’t want this,” I said, my voice shaking with fear as the wind whipped up around me. I prayed I was wrong. I hoped for something else instead.
Before my eyes, he appeared on the rooftop of the other building, as though he was waiting for me to come to him.
My pussy spasmed at just the sight of him.
Behind me, the door burst open, the metal frame clanging against the wall. I turned quickly, the air rushing from my lungs and I whimpered indecisively. A group of men emerged, and they became a small, pointed formation, all focused on me.
They had fucking guns.
A dozen little red laser points centered on my chest, sniper rifles by the looks of them, and panic made my stomach tighten into knots. I could hardly breathe.
“Markos,” I whispered. “What do I do?”
I backed up a step and nervously looked behind me, the edge of the building coming closer with every inch. Markos said nothing. I watched as the guards began to move toward me, never losing formation, their faces hidden behind dark masks.
They were the real deal. Either they were trained in SWAT maneuvers or they were ex-military, but this group of seven men meant business. I turned desperately to Markos, as my world quickly spun out of control.
He reached out his arm, beckoning me to come to him. I swallowed nervously and shook my head. I couldn’t jump from one building to the next. It was too far, too high up, too utterly careless and insane. If I didn’t make it, I could die.
“Come to me, Kassandra. Come to your master.” He spoke quietly, but every word pierced my heart. Something dark and ravenous billowed up from the very depths of my soul, like fate was demanding that I comply and jump for my life.
The guards stopped moving, gesturing for me to return to them.
“Come back, Kassandra. We won’t hurt you. Just come away from the ledge,” one of them shouted loudly, enough to be heard over the roar in my ears. Slowly, I stepped toward them, closing the distance between us and the one who had spoken smiled with relief.
But then I pivoted and sprinted hard toward the ledge. I ran hard, with everything I was worth. My feet found purchase on the gritty, sandy cement below my sneakers and I surged forward. I felt strong, like the warrior Markos had branded me. I would make him proud. I’d reach him and then we’d run off together, forever.
Using all my might, I hurdled off the ledge, continuing to run in midair, propelling myself forward.
The sound of gunfire echoed around me and everything went numb.
Markos reached for me and I reached for him, and then, I started to fall.
I tried to focus. I tried to move.
My vision wavered, shadows of blackness taking over my sight and I struggled hard, feeling the air rush by me.
Cold. Chillingly cold.
I felt his fingers on mine, blazing hot and I held on tight.
“Save me, Master,” I whispered.
The darkness enveloped me then and I fell into shadow.
Chapter Six
Kassandra
When I finally came to, I felt cold and groggy. My body felt heavy, all of my limbs feeling as though they were made of stone. Keeping my eyes closed, I took stock of my fingers and toes, moving them each gradually, one at a time until I was sure I was still in one piece. I took a deep breath and then let it out. I couldn’t feel any pain then either. That was good. I hadn’t been hurt and I sighed with relief. I opened my eyes, blinking slowly. Tentatively, I blinked once again, and my vision slowly cleared. I was surrounded by dots of light. I gasped at what I saw once the entire picture came into focus.
It appeared as though I was inside a huge domed room, bound and shackled to a slab of some kind. Beneath my fingers, the texture of the table’s surface felt cool, like wood of some kind. All along the walls were shelves of tall red candles, little lights of flame flickering this way and that, casting the room with an ominous glow.
What the actual fuck?
I tried to move, but when I moved my head to look down at myself, I saw that I was bound with tight strips of fabric up and down my body. I was entirely naked underneath the sheer, gauzy cloth. Strangely, only my bare breasts were exposed, and I swallowed nervously.