CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
HOPE
It was a lack in judgment because as soon as Mark entered my cell and gave me another needle he comes back religiously. Another needle time and time again but this time the effects aren’t as bad. They’ve lessened the dosage, I’m grateful. I don’t know how long I could have kept trying to get through it. I just want to give up.
I’ve had enough. I’m more aware of everything again. My brain isn’t as fuzzy as before but it just means I can take in more of what’s going on about me.
I can see Zac. When he’s not around me I miss him, I need him to get through this.
Get through this, as if there is hope around the corner. As much as I want to cling onto that hope it seems almost impossible now.
I’m stuck here and my body can’t stop shaking as the reality sinks in. My breathing becomes harsher as my lungs struggle to take in oxygen. Mark still comes in and his daily session of torture is still ongoing but although the pain rips through my body, my clit vibrates with need, it’s better without the drugs. Everything became super-sensitive with that foreign juice in my blood. The whip had a million teeth, the butterfly sent electric shocks directly to my clit. Everything was so much more intense and although I still don’t like what Mark is doing to me, turning me into, there is no denying I would do anything to stop Mark from giving me more. The whole thing is getting too much, I am emotionally and physically worn out, I have no more fight left to give. But every time Mark comes near me I try to tell him how I feel with my eyes. It is my only chance of language, everything else takes too much effort but every time I do it I can see Zac out of the corner of my eye give a small smile. They must have something on him to control him so much. The man he silently shows me wouldn’t willingly do something like this.
As if just thinking of him brings him closer to me I hear the lock being undone and then he’s walking in like a gentle breeze on a summer’s day. He crouches down in front of me and I can feel his warm breath against my skin, he’s that close. I can smell his musky scent, I could touch his skin but I don’t I just look into his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful. So strong.” He says as his fingers grace each side of my face, entrapping me within his hold and I can feel the ripples throughout both our bodies that confirm the energy that’s alive with our connection. Oh God, he’s never been this close and in this way before but I can feel it so strongly. He’s doing something to me.
“You just have to hold on a little longer, Hope.” He whispers and it just reminds me of everything that has to happen soon. I don’t know how much time I have left but it’s coming to get me. I’ve managed to forget the inevitable, but it must be soon. I can’t keep trying to push it away. No one is coming to save me, this is my life, what they have planned will happen. I can’t help but wail as it all comes crashing around me. I’ve done so well trying to hide within my hope.
“I..I c...can’t.”
“Yes you can. Help is coming. Your family is coming.” He says so low I’m sure I’ve just imagined it but he repeats it and then repeats it again.
“H...How do you know that?”
“I can’t tell you that. Not yet. I just need you to trust me... I know Mark’s methods are working and I can’t see that happen. Not to you.” He stops for a moment and just looks into my eyes and I can see the regret and hope in them as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“Stay strong. For me. I..If you can?”
His eyes beg me to believe him, to trust him, but I’ve been through so much I don’t know if I can ever do those things again but he’s always been different. Zac has never treated me the same way as the other two, he’s seen me as a human rather than the slave they want to make me into. He uses a finger to pull my chin up so we are eye to eye. His blue orbs seem to shine bright like stars in the night sky, pinpricks of light and happiness overlooking the world’s troubles. That’s what Zac is for me, he’s my pinprick of light through all this darkness and horror.
“Is it true? What Mark keeps saying?”
“A...Are they going t..to... sel.....s...sell me to the highest bidder?” I keep swallowing the bile around my words, everything breaking up around my lips.
“Yes that’s the plan but it won’t come to that.” How can he say that? How does he know? What isn’t he telling me?
“How do you know that?”
“Because my contacts will be there. It won’t come to you being sold.”
“A... And what i..if it d...doesn’t?” More bile and now tears join the party.
“We will just have to be patient till then.”
“Be patient.” I lose it. Everything I have tried to keep hidden comes running out and I’m powerless to stop it. All my worst fears. The fears I’ve tried not to think about in the hope that they’re not true, that they won’t happen, fall from my lips like a never-ending waterfall.
“I’ve been patient and nothing’s happened. What happens if things stay unhappening? What happens if your plan doesn’t work? What happens if I’m sold like cattle? Sold, Zac, sold. I can’t be sold. I can’t keep trying to cope with a life like this, I can’t have my virginity taken by a monster. Someone I don’t know, someone who owns me. You have to help me before that, please.”
He wipes my tears, holding me and keeping me calm.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry, it’s all going to be ok I promise.”
“Please.” I mouth in a silent prayer.
“It’s ok. It will all be ok.”
“But what if it isn’t?”
“It will be, I promise.”
I take a moment to look into his eyes and I’m speechless at what I see hidden in the depths. There’s so much intensity, not lust but something else that I’m sure I’m feeling. We’re in a house of horrors, it can’t be.
“I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t. The thought of them touching me, hurting me until I die or they k..kill me. I can’t, Zac. I can’t.”
“Hey. Hey, stop this now. You are getting out of here. Me and my men are going to get you out so you can be back with your family and live a normal life. We’re going to stop this whole operation.”
“They’ve taken so much from me I can’t let them take the last part.”
“What do you mean, Hope?”
“Take me. Please.”
“What?” I take a hold of his hand and place it over my heart.
“I want you to take me. Take my virginity. Don’t let them take it.” His breathing turns quick and rough as I feel his fingers linger by my face just waiting to touch me.
“It won’t come to that baby.”
“It might though. I have no idea who you work with. This could all come true.” My stomach is knotted up with pure terror of the possible future and the anticipation of whether Zac will take me at my word. Both emotions fighting it out within the confines of my sensitive stomach. I don’t know what I want but I know I don’t what some sicko taking me to an even worse hell than here. My spirits sink as he gets up and just regards me, I can feel his body heat rolling through him in waves. He’s affected by the thought just as much as I am. I don’t know if that makes me happy or sad. I’m tired of my brain’s constant fight between these different emotions that keep coming to the surface. He takes my hands and pulls me up. We’re so close and then his fingers travel up my arms to my head where his large hands cup the back of my head like a protective shield around me. I exhale at his gentle contact as goose-bumps arise highlighting the journey his fingers have made. I sense him leaning forward and then he takes my lips in a fierce kiss that jolts my heart back to life. My heart rate begins to climb and awakens all my cells as they begin to throb with a deep ache. I want him so much at this moment, I want him to take me away from this place, I want him to make everything ok again with the use of our bodies but if his words are true then he is already working on that. I know they are true, I don’t need to tell myself otherwise. Zac has been the only person in this hellhole that has ever made me feel anything other than hate or loathing. The only person in my whole life that has shaken everything inside me to my very core with something more enjoyable. I can feel the air grow thick and heavy as his eyes slide over my body with a hunger so intense I’m sure I’ll become a hostage of another kind. I feel my chest move unevenly with my ragged breaths as his lips come closer to mine again, as his fingers trail a path of pleasurable heat down my neck and to my chest. He looks into my eyes as if checking that I really want this and my heart melts a little. He just stares as his face lowers and his lips touch my own. He lingers and before he can pull away I kiss him back, just as his fingers tweak at a nipple setting fireworks off in my chest. Both our breathing becomes harsher in each other’s mouths as our lips continue to dance along with each other’s. His kiss deepens, his mouth hungry for mine as both his fingers play with my nipples. He pinches and flicks and all I can do is moan wanting more and he pulls away to give me a smile.
“Do you like that?” I can’t answer, I only moan, but that seems to be enough for him. We can’t seem to get enough of each other but before too long he pulls away and looks at me again like I’m a woman he wants and not just a slave. In this moment I’m something more.
“Are you sure you want to do this. In here?”
This is not where I ever envisioned this moment happening but the other is even worse. With a swallow I nod my head trying to look him in the eyes as I do.
“Y...Y.Yes.” And I make another swallow before he turns around and walks away.
Where is he going?
Was this just a trick? I try to call out his name but nothing comes out as whatever is left of my heart breaks.
Why is he going? But then he returns and I can see the blanket that is in his hands as he lays it down on the floor. He starts to undress himself and I fight a breath as he removes his shirt and I can see the shape of his stomach. Everything is firm with muscles and the way the sweat shines against the line of his six-pack and the V that just peeks out from his jeans. My mouth waters as I look over him, admiring what he has to offer and then he slowly removes his jeans and he’s waiting for me. He has sculpted legs, sculpted arms and a large hard cock poking up towards the ceiling waiting to join us as one, two balls eager to be touched. It’s all so much and I feel ready to faint but I want this. There’s something about Zac that I know I can trust, that I have been trusting. He comes towards me and with gentle hands he helps me to lie down on the blanket. I lie flat with a breath stuck in my throat as Zac looks into my eyes while he settles between my legs. His hands on either side of my face raising his weight off me.
Am I really going to do this? I can’t think of anyone better. With shaky fingers I raise my fingers to his chest, playing with his fine hair. His heartbeat pounds away against my fingers while butterfly wings start to flutter in my stomach. He moves himself slightly and I can feel the head of his cock rub against my core, the pleasure and the unknown turning my legs into quivering messes and I’m glad I’m already lying down. Adrenaline pumps through my bloodstream, heating my whole body, waiting to erupt as I wait for him to make his move. I’m enjoying feeling him this close as he slowly grazes the tip of a finger down my chest and gently pushes inside me. It burns and feels tight as he pushes as gently as he can. He lingers where he is, allowing me the time to get used to the fullness, his eyebrows frowning in concern as his eyes stay on mine.
“I’m sorry but this will hurt.” He takes a breath.
“Tell me to stop if it gets too much, ok?” I nod my head, moving my lips to kiss him and he accepts my kiss and deepens it as he pushes and breaks through my innocence. He stays where he is and I adjust around the pain before he slowly pulls out. He glides gently back in then out again.
Slowly in and out, I can feel the size of him as he does it and the pain starts to ease. Something else starts brewing instead and when he quickens his pace it only grows stronger. He keeps kissing me, one hand at my breast while the other one travels down to my clit and starts running small circles around and around it like a maypole dance. Oh God, it feels so nice and I can feel the sweat trickle down my skin as I meet his moves, enjoying the feeling he’s giving me. His breathing becomes heavier, but he doesn’t stop kissing and biting my lips, devouring me. He’s everywhere at once and the same electrical current I’ve been feeling since I met him only grows. My stomach starts to coil around, growing tighter and tighter and I recognise the feeling but I can’t help but dread that I’ll be denied like all the other times. This time it feels so much more pleasurable and I can’t help but let my body go with it. In this moment with Zac inside of me it feels like we are one, that we’re meant to be like this, that we’re meant to be together and I could stay like this forever.
“Come with me, Hope.” He pulls away from my lips to whisper in my ear before taking my lobe between his teeth and that seems to let the fire erupt all around me. I scream out his name as my body stiffens and I feel my skin pulsate with the current that shoots through my body. Zac quickly places his hand over my mouth to silence my screams, but nothing can as the orgasm he gives me runs throughout my body. I feel him stiffen inside me as he gives a couple of deep thrusts and he rests his head against my forehead. We’re both sweaty, our bodies hot from our orgasms, and I’ve never felt so alive.
“Are you ok?” He asks as he stays where he is.
“I’ve never felt better.” And I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. He kisses my forehead and then rubs my nose with his.
“Me neither.” And he wears the same smile as mine.