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Authors: Suzanne Steele
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my head was beginning to freak me out.
My captor reached down taking my ring finger and lifting it. I tried to jerk it back; knowing what was coming but he squeezed so hard that I thought he would break my hand. He slid the ring from my finger.
The sound of a knife being flipped open immobilized me with fear. I could hear the sounds of him cutting my clothes away.
Oh God , please don’t let me get raped.
Trying to cover my nude body with one arm while being chained wasn’t easy but the bastards had left my legs free and I kicked my captor so viciously that the knife went flying and I assumed that he did too.
“You stupid fucking cunt!”
Akmal?
He ripped the hood from my head viciously grabbing a handful of hair and jerking so hard that I screamed out.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want my brothers released from prison!”
It was true—Akmal was a terrorist…
I cried like a baby into the night until I finally exhausted myself and fell into troubled sleep. Once again I had trusted someone and it had gotten me nowhere.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Get up! Remember what I told you? You’re not in Kansas anymore.”
“It’s all lies! Everything that you said is lies. Fuck you Akmal. I have forgotten any of your meaningless words and you can keep your fucking ring too.”
That sounded stupid.
His combat boot kicked sharply into my ribs and I scream ed out rolling on the concrete just to try and stop the searing pain.
“I think you broke something,” I sobbed uncontrollably.
He bent down beside me and ran the pad of his thumb over a tear capturing it and sucking it off of his finger as he coldly eyed me. “Your tears and your pain make my cock hard.”
He brutally plunged his middle finger into me as he spoke. “You are my fucking property now and how you act is going to determine whether you live or die, because I simply don’t care.”
“Why Akmal, why did you act like you loved me?”
“ You are—and were—nothing but a means to an end.”
His words cut me to the core. He could have beaten me half to death and it wouldn’t have hurt as badly as his statement of me being nothing more than a means to an end did. How could I have been so stupid? I dragged myself over to the cell toilet and peed—doing my best to hide my nudity with my bruised torso.
I was going to have to come up with a plan of escape because at this point there would be no knight in shining armor for me. Ironically enough, as many people as I had helped in my life time there was no one to be found when I needed someone. I truly was nothing more than a means to an end. I can’t remember ever feeling so alone and powerless. Already the seclusion of this cell was getting to my psyche and I hadn’t even been here for 24 hours.
I grabbed a loose piece of concrete and scratched a line into the wall to start marking my days in captivity. I was surprised that simple act gave me a sense of control. Right now I had to maintain some sense of clarity through all of this chaos and this web of lies.
Akmal
Akmal’s knife pressed against the juggler of Sahir. His voice sounded like that of a feral animal. “Stay the fuck away from my property! If one of you idiots goes near her I’ll slice your throat and watch you bleed out for the fun of it.” He laughed before making his next statement. “Perhaps the dogs would enjoy eating your flesh. I’m certain that your families would never live down the humiliation of that scenario.” Akmal’s eyes coldly searched the room as he made one last statement. “That goes for any of you.”
There would be no molesting of Akmal’s slave—she was property—Akmal’s property.
He grabbed the tray and made his way to the cell that housed his prisoner. His boot kicked the door open and he rested the tray on his knee to once again secure the lock.
“You need to eat,” he stated, sliding the tray in her
My captor reached down taking my ring finger and lifting it. I tried to jerk it back; knowing what was coming but he squeezed so hard that I thought he would break my hand. He slid the ring from my finger.
The sound of a knife being flipped open immobilized me with fear. I could hear the sounds of him cutting my clothes away.
Oh God , please don’t let me get raped.
Trying to cover my nude body with one arm while being chained wasn’t easy but the bastards had left my legs free and I kicked my captor so viciously that the knife went flying and I assumed that he did too.
“You stupid fucking cunt!”
Akmal?
He ripped the hood from my head viciously grabbing a handful of hair and jerking so hard that I screamed out.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want my brothers released from prison!”
It was true—Akmal was a terrorist…
I cried like a baby into the night until I finally exhausted myself and fell into troubled sleep. Once again I had trusted someone and it had gotten me nowhere.
Chapter Twenty Two
“Get up! Remember what I told you? You’re not in Kansas anymore.”
“It’s all lies! Everything that you said is lies. Fuck you Akmal. I have forgotten any of your meaningless words and you can keep your fucking ring too.”
That sounded stupid.
His combat boot kicked sharply into my ribs and I scream ed out rolling on the concrete just to try and stop the searing pain.
“I think you broke something,” I sobbed uncontrollably.
He bent down beside me and ran the pad of his thumb over a tear capturing it and sucking it off of his finger as he coldly eyed me. “Your tears and your pain make my cock hard.”
He brutally plunged his middle finger into me as he spoke. “You are my fucking property now and how you act is going to determine whether you live or die, because I simply don’t care.”
“Why Akmal, why did you act like you loved me?”
“ You are—and were—nothing but a means to an end.”
His words cut me to the core. He could have beaten me half to death and it wouldn’t have hurt as badly as his statement of me being nothing more than a means to an end did. How could I have been so stupid? I dragged myself over to the cell toilet and peed—doing my best to hide my nudity with my bruised torso.
I was going to have to come up with a plan of escape because at this point there would be no knight in shining armor for me. Ironically enough, as many people as I had helped in my life time there was no one to be found when I needed someone. I truly was nothing more than a means to an end. I can’t remember ever feeling so alone and powerless. Already the seclusion of this cell was getting to my psyche and I hadn’t even been here for 24 hours.
I grabbed a loose piece of concrete and scratched a line into the wall to start marking my days in captivity. I was surprised that simple act gave me a sense of control. Right now I had to maintain some sense of clarity through all of this chaos and this web of lies.
Akmal
Akmal’s knife pressed against the juggler of Sahir. His voice sounded like that of a feral animal. “Stay the fuck away from my property! If one of you idiots goes near her I’ll slice your throat and watch you bleed out for the fun of it.” He laughed before making his next statement. “Perhaps the dogs would enjoy eating your flesh. I’m certain that your families would never live down the humiliation of that scenario.” Akmal’s eyes coldly searched the room as he made one last statement. “That goes for any of you.”
There would be no molesting of Akmal’s slave—she was property—Akmal’s property.
He grabbed the tray and made his way to the cell that housed his prisoner. His boot kicked the door open and he rested the tray on his knee to once again secure the lock.
“You need to eat,” he stated, sliding the tray in her
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