Chapter 15
Lila
I couldn’t fall asleep, even though my limbs were aching and I could feel a light throb at the back of my head from all the excitement of the day. I didn’t know if I was feeling sick or just exhilarated from my multiple orgasms. Either way, I was exhausted but no matter how hard I tried to shut my eyes and fall asleep, all I could think about was Girth and how desperately I wanted him back in my bed again.
However, I also knew that he needed his space. Girth was the kind of man who needed to make his own decisions and I didn’t want to push him into anything. I’d already pushed too much.
I was looking forward to our ‘talk’, even though I wasn’t sure what we were going to talk about. I’d suggested it on a whim, and I was surprised to find that he’d agreed. I couldn’t help but worry though, that the talk would go very differently from what I was hoping. I had my suspicions, that Girth was going to put an end to what was going on between us. Our relationship was going to be short lived.
I tossed and turned in bed, then eventually turned my back to the long bay windows where the fluttering curtains were keeping me distracted.
My mind drifted to Girth again, and I pictured him standing outside, smoking his cigarettes and keeping an eye on the premises. I forced myself to close my eyes so that I could put my mind to some rest.
It was difficult. I was picturing New York, even though I’d never been there before. I was picturing being in New York with Girth.
I must have been so deep in thoughts about running away from home, that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me. It was only when a hand clamped down on my mouth that my eyes flew open. For a moment, I hoped it was Girth and that he was back and he’d changed his mind and he was going to make love to me again.
So, it was only when the man started pulling me back across the bed, keeping my arms pinned to my back that I started struggling.
I kicked the sheets off with my feet, but he was too strong for me, he was pulling me back. I tried to scream but my voice was muffled by his hand on my mouth. I could smell his breath near my face as my body thudded against his chest. He had pulled me off the bed now, my feet had touched the floor.
I struggled in his grip, with sweat trickling down my temples and the sides of my face. I could feel his rough hand, large enough to keep both my wrists tightly pressed to the small of my back. I screamed and struggled, but he was using his knees on the backs of my legs to push me forward.
I could feel my eyes bulging, popping out of its sockets as I stared at the open window. The curtains were still fluttering but now I tried to push against it. The man was too strong, he had a firm grip on me.
“Do as I say, sweet Lila,” I heard his hoarse deep voice near my ear and my heart sank to my stomach. His hand remained clamped on my mouth, I knew that my muffled voice wouldn’t reach Girth outside on the porch, no matter how hard I tried to scream. But I wasn’t going to give in so easily. I refused to be pushed out of the window. I held my ground, with my feet firmly planted to the floor and I screeched, even though my voice was muffled.
After a few tries of trying to haul me out of the window, the man had no other choice but to throw me over his shoulder. I kicked my feet in the air and now that his hand was no longer on my mouth, I screamed as loud as I could.
I wasn’t sure if Girth could hear me. The walls in my house were thick and he was standing all the way outside on the porch.
The man had me thrown over his left shoulder, and both his arms were wound tightly around my body and now he was stepping out of the window in to the backyard of my house.
I kicked and struggled as hard as I could, but I was no match to the man’s strength.
“Girth! Help!” I was screaming till the back of my throat felt chaffed. I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I was trying to scratch the man’s back with my nails.
We were out of the house now, and he was running, with my body bouncing in his arms. I felt lost and desperate to escape, but there was no escape. If Girth had heard me now, it was too late. We were already out of the house.
I couldn’t see where we were going, all I knew was that in the next minute, I was being thrown roughly into the backseat of a muscle car. I landed on my ass on the seat, sliding down, and someone slammed the door shut.
“Girth!” I shrieked again and tried to get to the window, but there were three other men in the backseat and they were all holding me down, keeping my arms pinned to my back, my ass firmly on the seat.
I heard the car’s engine starting now, we were about to drive off and there was still no sign of Girth. With tears streaming down my cheeks and my vision blurred from the crying; I looked into the faces of the men around me and I knew instantly that they were from the Dark Legion.
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My voice was stuck in my throat as I stared at the three men. They were staring back at me with wide gaping grins on their faces. They were pleased with themselves.
There were two other men in the front, one of whom I recognized as the guy who’d captured me from my bedroom. The car started and was driving off when we all heard a shot ring out. The tires screeched as the car took off and even though I couldn’t look out from the back of the car, I knew it was Girth. He knew I’d been kidnapped, and it was some relief.
The man who’d grabbed me now leaned out of the window and fired back as the car went charging ahead. I slid and moved on the seat, my body knocked against the two men beside me and they smiled at me menacingly.
“Such a pretty little thing,” one of them said, and he placed a hand on my exposed knee. I jerked my leg away from him and he laughed, before he grabbed my knee and pulled it towards himself again.
“Who knew old Lewis could produce a thing like this one,” the driver in front said and the others laughed.
I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I was frightened and suddenly very cold. Were they going to kill me like they planned the first time? Why hadn’t they killed me yet?
We were charging ahead, and the car swerved and turned as it drove at top speed and I had no idea where we were going. Even if I recognized the route, my mind wasn’t working, everything outside the window looked foreign to me.
“Don’t be afraid sweetheart, we’ll take good care of you,” the man on the other side of me said, while the other guy’s hand remained firmly clamped on my knee. My flesh stung where he was touching me and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest rapidly.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked and my voice didn’t even sound like my own. It was an alien voice, hoarse and chaffed and it hurt my throat to even say a word.
“It’ll be a surprise, won’t it?” one of them said and he leaned towards me, positioning his face just inches away from mine. The stench of his alcohol ridden breath nearly made me sick.
“What do you want from me? What do you want from Daddy?” I growled and my throat hurt again. The three men in the backseat laughed and one of them inched closer towards me, pushing me further towards the other one.
“I don’t know what these guys want, but I know what I do,” he said and I glared at him as his gaze dropped to my breasts and then the spot between my legs. I knew he was undressing me with his eyes and suddenly my dress seemed like too little clothing. I wished I was covered in every piece of clothing from my closet; and even that wouldn’t be enough against his piercing gaze.
His breath fell on my face and fluttered a few strands of my golden hair. With a menacing smile on his face, he brushed the hair away from my nose and neatly tucked them in behind my ear. My throat was dry and hurting, my eyes were burning up.
I slapped him out of nowhere, even I wasn’t expecting to do it. There was a loud crack in the air, and instantly, the other four men broke into a laugh. The guy who’d been slapped was glaring at me and I noticed that his front tooth was chipped.
He grabbed a bunch of my hair in his fist and yanked me close to him and I gasped. He was hurting me, and my eyes welled up with tears.
“Don’t get too frisky with that hand of yours, sweet Lila, otherwise I’m going to have to tie it up. You wouldn’t like that would you?” he said and released his grip from my hair. The force of it pushed me back into the lap of the man on the other side and I felt his arm wrap around my waist.
I cried out and struggled in his hold, but he was gripping me tightly to himself. I could feel the tension in his muscles. I knew he was horny for me and I was filled with dread. If they were going to keep me imprisoned, they were going to use me too, I could sense that they had every plan of doing that.
“He’s not a nice man is he?” the guy said in my ear, while he looked at his friend who’d been slapped and was glaring at us now. I was panting from fear and I said nothing. I didn’t want to make another move now, in fear of which other part of my body these men might touch.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ll take care of you. Keep you safe from the bad man,” he said in my ear and I sat absolutely still beside him, as his lip grazed my earlobe.
“She smells delicious, wow, I wonder how she tastes,” he said with a hiss in his voice and his friends laughed at that. I could sense that the fear in my eyes was making them laugh harder, but I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t pretend to not be scared.
There were gunshots again, and the driver swerved the car. My heart began racing in my chest again, it was Girth! He was following us. Suddenly, I didn’t feel that alone anymore, knowing that Girth was right behind us.
The man in front leaned out of the window again and fired a few more shots.
“No!” I shrieked and tried to stop him, by punching my fists into his back but the men around me pulled me back and settled me down between them again.
“You just sit tight, sweetheart, let the big men take care of business,” the one who was talking to me earlier, said. I thought of Girth and what he was going to do to them when he caught up with us.
“He’s going to kill you,” I hissed at him, but he only laughed at that.