Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) (4 page)

“Can you stop here? I can walk the rest of the way,” I tell him.

He looks at me with lust and something else in his eyes and says, “We’re almost there.”

Not the answer I want as I know he’s lying. My heart starts to race and I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach as he steals quick glances at me while he continues to drive. He shows no sign of stopping and dread fills me.

“Where are you taking me? I want out now.” I demand. Of course my question and demands are ignored.  

My heart drops when we do come to a stop and I see where he’s taken me. We are parked in front of a dilapidated house. The house has paint chipping off, but I can clearly make out the huge red symbol painted on the side. The yard is barren, no grass, and no life at all. My first thought is who would live in such conditions? Then I realize that maybe this isn’t a home, but maybe a place for drug deals or where creepy men take women. To do what, I don’t want to even begin to think about. I fear there is a reason why I have yet to see a person walking around or a car passing by. I know that I made a mistake getting into this car with this man, and I suddenly go into fight or flight mode. My body chooses flight, as I reach for the door handle, but he grabs my arm forcibly. I cry out as I feel his fingernails digging into my skin. I pull myself as hard as I am able to get out of his grip, but it is no use. 

Before I can yell and hit him, he is pulled out of the car. At first I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I secretly thank the person responsible and take this chance to run the hell away from here. I get out of the car and I hear the sickening sound of bones cracking. I know the man is getting the beating of his life. I set off down the driveway, throwing a cautionary look over my shoulder to see Josh pounding away on this guy. Fucking hell. How he found me I don’t know. My stupid feet have me turning around and moving towards them. I yell for Josh to stop but no matter how loud I scream as I slowly make my way towards him, he continues to his assault. 

When he doesn’t stop with the beating, I run over to him. He is going to kill the guy if he keeps on. I am right next to Josh and he looks like he is in a trance, he’s not hearing me. I’m about to reach for his arm when  Josh pulls out a gun, and before I even realize what he is going to do with a fucking gun, or yell stop, he shoots the man. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. With each one, I flinch, and my ears ring. Even if I wasn’t a doctor, I could have told you this guy was dead. Josh is breathing like he just ran a marathon. He slowly turns to me, my hand suspended mid-air from trying to reach him and I can’t help myself. I scream. 

I’ve seen my fair share of blood before. Working in the medical field, you tend to see blood. I’m not scared or shocked of all the blood coming from the creepy driver, or all the bullet holes in his chest. I am terrified of the look on Josh’s face. I have never seen such rage, in a person before, and for the first time since I’ve met him; I feel horror and terror. Will he turn on me next? I manage to take a stumbling step away from him. I look back at the car door that is still open and I think the keys are still in the ignition. If I could just get close enough, maybe I could jump in the car and drive away from all this blood and death. But seeing the look on Josh’s face, makes my feet stay planted where they are.

Is he even thinking straight? I’m not so sure. I stand as still as a person can. I don’t even breathe for what it feels like minutes. Josh stands over the lifeless body, either admiring his handy work, or he is in shock himself. I don’t want to say anything, because honestly, what the fuck would someone say in this situation? I just witnessed a murder. I don’t know if I should be looking for a phone, and calling the police. Should I be running for my life? So many thoughts are racing through my mind, and I don’t know which to listen to. 

I exhale slowly, hoping it doesn’t bother Josh in his murderous daze. Does he even know I am still here? I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest when Josh turns towards me. I put my hand over my throat, and take small steps to increase the distance between us. Josh, snaps from his daze, lunges and takes hold of my wrist, before pulling me to him. I am inches away from him, and my breathing is becoming out of control. I don’t understand this stupid connection he is pulling out of me. He just murdered a man right in front of me, but instead of feeling scared right now, I feel the heat coming off his body. I can smell his masculine scent mixed with his body wash. I feel his cock against my stomach. What is wrong with me? I should be trying to get out of his grasp. I should be kicking and screaming. He is close enough that I can see the blood splatter on his face and clothes, but for the life of me I have no idea why that is not making me want to vomit. He just killed a man. That should mean something to me! Maybe he will just let me go. Just let me walk away from this hell he has brought on me. I can only hope he will see that this isn’t right. 

“Let go of me,” I tell Josh. It is meant to come out strong and demanding, but instead I barely hear the words leave my lips. He chuckles at me, and starts pulling me towards his car. Well this is just wonderful. Of course he wouldn’t let me go. Bastard. 

“I told you, you’re safer with me,” is all he says as he shoves me towards his car. “He would have made you wish you were dead from the things he would have done to you.”

I don’t even try to fight him. It is pointless to even think of it. I know he has me, just as I know he isn’t letting me go anytime soon. A nagging thought crosses my mind, if Josh really wanted to hurt me, wouldn’t he have already done that? If he really wanted me dead, wouldn’t I already be dead? I cross my arms over my chest and look out the window when Josh starts the car. We leave the bloody mess behind us, not thinking twice about it. But I do. I need a plan. Something good, something that Josh wouldn’t see coming. 

I am afraid he will either hurt me, or worse, I will end up doing something stupid; like fucking him like there is no tomorrow. It is so frustrating. I don’t get the way my body is acting this way. This new side of him makes me rethink everything we had. I thought I was falling in love with him. But the man sitting beside me, I hate this side of him. My brain, on the other hand, is screaming ‘run!’ That’s what I am going to do. Listen to my brain, and forget what my horny pussy is telling me. I laugh at myself. I sound like a man telling himself not to think with his dick. 

All too soon we are back at the motel. Josh hasn’t said a word to me and I am grateful for it. I don’t want to have a conversation about what happened. I’ve never seen anyone be murdered in front of me, and I have a myriad of emotions that I’m trying to compartmentalize. If I’m going to survive, I need to think straight, and not be some weeping, jibbering mess. I know I am only keeping those emotions closed off for a short time. Eventually I will have to face them, just like I had to with Katie. 

I quickly shut those memories of her out. I am not thinking about my big sister. I think I surprised Josh as I walk to the room willingly. I go straight to the bathroom to wash away this crazy day once we are inside our room. I am taking off my shirt, when Josh barges in the bathroom. 

“What the fuck? Ever hear of knocking?” He glares at me, making me cover my breasts. I don’t want him looking at me. Okay, yeah I do, but I will not let him know that. He surprises me when he doesn’t touch me or even try anything. Instead he takes the fucking door off its hinges. “What are you doing?” I scream at him. Why is he taking the bathroom door off? 

Naturally I am ignored as he takes the door and puts it on the wall beside the TV. I stand there in shock. Why would he do that? I know he wouldn’t answer me, so instead of worrying about whatever he is doing I finish undressing, and get under the hot water. I ignore him when he walks back into the bathroom, and start washing my hair. I can feel his eyes on my wet body. And maybe I put on a little show for him, just so he knows what he isn’t getting later. Or ever in my mind. At the same time I am torturing myself as well. This is erotic as hell, and my pussy is starting to ache to the point where I want to cut off my brain. I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some of that ache, but it isn’t working. I wish the asshole would leave. I can at least touch myself if he will leave. I don’t think it will be such a good idea to finger fuck myself with him watching me. That is crossing a line that I know I wasn’t ready for. Hell I will never be ready for that. 

I take a chance and look over to the door. Well more of the frame since he took the door off. I take a deep sigh of relief when I notice he left. Thank goodness for that. Closing my eyes, I run my hands down my breasts. I pinch each of my nipples, keeping my moans quite. It has been a long time since I masturbated. I really don’t care at this point how long it has been. I just want the ache and the feeling of being empty to go away. All I want is a release. I slowly move my hand down my stomach. 

My head falls back when I use my forefinger and middle finger to rub my pussy lips. Using my thumb, I draw lazy circles over my clit. Slowly, I insert two fingers inside me. I don’t care about anything, nor do I even care to think of anything at that moment. All I care about is feeling. Feeling the sweet pleasure of fingering myself and easing my tension. My body is taking over, my brain shutting down while I play with myself. I don’t realize my other hand has a white knuckle grip holding on to the shower rail. I have my leg on the side of the tub. I don’t know I am fucking myself harder and harder. It is all from thinking of Josh. I can’t help the mental picture of him fucking me hard and fast in my head. I will feel guilty later for not trying at least to think of something else. 

I can feel myself getting closer and closer to that sweet release. I make myself hold off longer, trying to prolong the sweet bliss. Right as I am about to have the much needed release, I hear Josh’s voice. 

“Stop fucking touching yourself,” he says, and I immediately jump. 

I wasn’t sure how long he has been watching me, and I am embarrassed I have gotten caught. “What the fuck is your problem?” I yell back.

Within seconds, the shower curtain is whipped back and he bends down to turn off the fading hot water. He grabs my towel wraps it around me, and pulls me out of the shower. All the while I stare at him in bewilderment. This man is so confusing to me. One minute he acts almost if he hates me, then the next he’s wrapping me in a towel and carrying me to the bed.

“I don’t understand you,” I admit. 

His jaw tenses, and he leaves me sitting on the bed. He walks over to his bag he brought himself, and pulls out something. I can’t see it until he turns around...rope. What does he need rope for? I tighten the grip on my towel, as if it somehow can help me. I have a million thoughts of what he wants to do with that rope, but what he actually does with it, makes me hate him.

While driving back to the motel after finding Karen, I think hard what to do with her. Karen is going to keep running. I’m not stupid. I saw how she looked at me after I took out that scumbag. She still has no idea I saved her from a brutal raping. This part of Texas is the worst. There are always nice looking guys with their nice cars looking for women like Karen. I want to tell her I saved her. Tell her she should be grateful I came for her when I did. I knew the guy I killed. He was the main one taking care of the women, offering them a ride, then taking the girls to that shit hole of a house, then let his friends rape them. All for a price of course. Karen has no idea what I did. She probably never will. Some days I want to tell her everything and lay all my shit out on the table. But I can’t. The last time I told someone I cared about my fucked up past, well let’s just say that didn’t end so well. For them. 

I am pleased she shows no resistance as I lead her inside, and the first thing she does, is go to that fucking bathroom and shuts the damn door. I run my hands through my hair hating that we are right back to where we were nearly two hours ago. I want to punish her for her running off like that and putting herself in danger. I want to spank her ass until I make her beg for a release, but I don’t. I hold off. Instead, I open the door on her undressing. 

“What the fuck? Ever hear of knocking?” She all but yells at me, as she covers herself.

I stare at her, knowing what she is doing. She thinks I don’t see how much she wants me. How much she is attracted to me. What she doesn’t know, is how her breathing will change when I come close to her. She doesn’t know her pupils dilate or how her lips open just a little, breathing my smell in. She has no fucking clue.

“What are you doing?” She screams at me.

I ignore her as I take the door off its hinges. I set the door on the wall beside the TV. I don’t want her shutting herself in the bathroom again. It’s her way of shutting me out and I can’t have that.