Chapter Twelve
Kaja
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IDIDN’T DARE MOVEfrom my position on the floor. I used my shoulder to wipe my face the best I could, but the salty scent of his cum filled my nostrils, and I swore I could taste it, too.
Maybe it had been stupid of me to attempt to seduce him, but there had been a minute where I thought it might have worked. He’d wanted me, and even though I was horrified to admit it to myself, my body had responded to him, too. I told myself that I was doing it as a means to an end, and I wouldn’t enjoy a second, but I’d been filled with shame when my pussy had flooded with arousal at his touch. I’d wanted to sink down on his digit, my hips moving of their own accord. He’d been right when he’d said I was inexperienced—my father had never let me near anyone—and the last thing I’d wanted was to give my virginity to a man who’d kidnapped me. I told myself virginity wasn’t important, that my first time didn’t matter. There was a chance I wouldn’t live out the week, so it wasn’t as though I needed to worry about saving myself for someone special.
I listened to the conversation he was having on the phone.
He’d mentioned a Jodie. I assumed it was my father who’d killed her. I didn’t like the idea of my parent having murdered another woman. It made me sick to my stomach. Who was Jodie to Leo? A girlfriend or perhaps sister? A daughter, even? I hoped it wasn’t that. My heart ached at the thought.
Either way, it seemed this was Leo’s revenge.
He ended the call and dragged his hand over his face.
I was drained and exhausted. I wanted to sleep. At least if I was asleep, I could escape from this situation, if only in my head.
“We’ll be leaving here tomorrow night,” he told me.
“I heard what you said. What my father did isn’t my fault. Taking out your revenge on me isn’t fair.”
He shot me a derisory look. “Nothing in this life is fair.”
“You could have just killed him. Why did you have to get me involved?”
“Because your father didn’t care about getting innocent people involved. I want to hurt him like he hurt me.”
He went to the sofa and lay on his back, his arms folded across his chest. “Get some sleep. If you try anything stupid again, you’re going back in the cupboard, got it?”
The thought of going back in the cupboard filled me with terror. “I won’t do anything stupid.”
“Good.”
His eyes slipped shut. I stayed where I was, unsure of what to do. I didn’t want to stay on the floor. What I really wanted was a shower or a bath so I could wash the cum from my face and hair. I didn’t think there was any chance of him taking pity on me enough to allow me to have one, however. Plus, it would mean I’d need to undress, and if he didn’t untie my hands to allow me to do it, then he would undress me, and since he didn’t trust me, he would most likely stay in the room while I washed.
I wasn’t comfortable on the floor. Sensing he was asleep, I carefully rose to my feet and climbed into the single chair. I did my best to fold my body into it, but with my hands tied, it was impossible to find a good position. The heat from the fire had helped to warm the interior of the cabin now. I glanced towards one of the doors that led onto a bedroom. The door was ajar, and a comfortable-looking double bed lay beyond.
Anxious, I glanced back over at the man who’d taken me. What would he do if he woke and found I was no longer on the floor? It wasn’t as though I’d have left the cabin—simply found somewhere comfier to sleep. And I was truly exhausted. After the disturbed night and the emotion and adrenaline of the day, I felt as though I could sleep for a month. I wouldn’t be able to sleep like this, though.
With my mind made up, I stood. My heart hammered. I was certain he would wake and demand to know what I was doing. It occurred to me that he must have the key to the front door somewhere about his person. If I was very careful, I could try to find it and make a run for it.
But there was no point.
I had nowhere to run to. My life had been so sheltered, I had no friends, no other family I knew of. The only people I’d ever truly known were the ones working for my father, and all of them were loyal to him. The moment I tried to ask any of them for help, they would report back to him.
I was completely alone.