Twisted Desire
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Twisted Desire
Copyright © 2014 Laura Dunaway
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Published by:
Laura Dunaway
Editing: Marti Lynch
Cover Design: Christina Hernandez with Christina Leigh Designs
Cover Photo: Christopher Correia by Patrick Lentz
ISBN-13: 978-1502916518
ISBN-10: 1502916517
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The lights of the club were flashing and the beat of the bass was heavy as he lowered his hands to my hips, pulling me closer. I could feel his erection against the small of my back, and in my drunken state, it turned me on like never before. I barely knew his name, but I wanted him nonetheless.
“Come outside with me,” he spoke in my ear, his breath blowing across my face, making me dizzy. Without even thinking about it, I nodded.
“Good girl,” he told me as he grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the club.
I should find Kimberly and tell her we’re going to get some fresh air, but his grip was tight and he was pulling me behind him so fast. My head was swimming from all of the alcohol I’d consumed, the people around me starting to blend in together. Were the stars suddenly forming in my eyes from the spinning in my head, or from all of the lights around us?
We finally got outside, and I took a deep breath of the cool night air. I adjusted my pink tank over my cleavage, having noticed it was lower than usual. I felt his hand go to my cheek, and I looked up.
Another hand shot out and grabbed me from behind, making me yelp in surprise. Before I had a chance to react, something sweet smelling was placed over my face. I felt my eyes widen in fear, then everything went black.
Chapter 1
My head hurt, and it was so cold. I was laying on something hard and uncomfortable. Feeling confused and too groggy to open my eyes, I tried to remember if I’d been sick or drunk. As I tried to roll over, my stomach protested, making me moan and stay on my back. My heart was beating a mile a minute, forcing me to take deep breaths over and over trying to calm myself down. Something wasn’t right; where was I?
A sudden lurch had me groaning as my stomach protested again, and it hit me that the floor was moving. Barely opening my eyes, I could see I was in an empty room with very limited light. The reality that I was somewhere unfamiliar and not by my own doing had panic gripping my throat, making it hard to breathe. Reacting, I jerked to a sitting position, but the pounding of my head sent me back down. All of the movements made my stomach react powerfully, forcing me to bend over to the side and dry heave. Grateful there was nothing to throw up, I moaned again as another wave of nausea rolled through me. Seeing as I had no idea where I was, that I was in trouble, didn’t help calm my upset stomach.
As the floor started to move again, my stomach reacted violently once more. Wiping tears from my eyes then resting a hand on my stomach, I moved my head around and saw that I was in an empty room on a cold tile floor. My head continued to throb more and more as the only thing I could see was a door and a small round window in one of the four walls. How the hell did I get here?
My mouth was extremely dry, and my heart wouldn’t stop beating fast. I knew I was in trouble, and that alone was enough in making me sick. I had no memory of what had happened to me. The last thing I remembered was getting ready to meet my friend Kimberly for dinner to celebrate her birthday. We were going to her favorite restaurant and bar, The Orchid. The rest was a blank.
Another thought assaulted me, making me cry out in a fear that made my body freeze. Had Kimberly been taken too, and if so, where was she? Fear took a hold of my body as I looked around the room again, wondering what the hell was going on. I clamped my hand over my mouth, unable to contain the sob tearing from my throat.
Daddy? Help me, Daddy.
Did my father even know I was gone yet? I had no idea how much time had passed. He was going to go crazy trying to find me.
Please find me, Daddy
.
After a few minutes, I felt calm enough to stand and knew I needed to figure out where I was. I forced myself up and slowly walked to the only window in the room. What I saw made me start to shake uncontrollably. Water. Nothing but water. I kept blinking my eyes, but nothing could deny the fact that I was out in the middle of the ocean. The cause of the floor moving was the rolling waves out there, underneath my boat of a prison. Tears started to flow down my cheeks, making my eyes cloud over as I twisted around and sunk to the floor, pressing my arms into my already-tortured stomach.
Everything around me was eerily quiet as I sat there, completely freaked out, not knowing what had happened or what was going to happen. Looking down, I saw I was still dressed in my dark skinny jeans and light pink lacy tank top with my strappy brown sandals still on my feet. Running my hands through my long, dark, sable-brown hair, it hit me like a knife to the stomach how dangerous this really was, and I set my face in my hands and cried even harder.
Through my cries, I heard a loud bump, scaring me out of my mind. Jolting upright, I looked around but didn’t see anything. Trying to convince myself it was just my imagination, it happened again, making me scream in a terror I’d never felt before in my life. I couldn’t stop my body from trembling as I heard heavy footsteps getting closer and closer, stopping right outside my door. I scooted as far back against the wall as I could, as if it would open up and save me, sending me back home. Again another bump sounded, and as the tears streamed down my face, I froze, hearing the sound of a key unlocking the door. Shaking my head in denial, I wrapped my arms around my knees as my long hair fell over my face, trying to make myself invisible and begging God to help me.
The door slowly opened, and the light that shined through burned my eyes. I covered them with my hand, still begging God for help over and over in my head. The footsteps started again, coming closer and closer until they stopped directly in front of me. Before I could react, a hand shot out and cupped my chin, roughly forcing me to look up. I instantly recoiled when I saw a man bent down on his knee looking at me with curiosity or concern, I couldn’t tell which. I bit the inside of my lower lip to try and stop my tears, fearing they would anger him. My heart was beating out of control, and my body wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up,”
he told me, still grasping my chin. His voice was smooth and deep, edgy. In any other setting I’d like it, but I despised it here. He was responsible for this.
“Where am I?”
I whispered.
“Yeah, no way I’m telling you that, but don’t worry, you’re not in any danger.”
That made no sense; danger was everywhere.
“If I’m not in any danger, then why am I here, and where is my friend Kimberly? I was on my way to meet her. Was she taken too?”
He didn’t say anything, just continued staring at me, my chin still in his rough hand. The longer he silently stared at me, the more nervous I became. I tried to back away from him, but again found myself fighting the wall.
“Dammit,”
he cursed again, inching closer to me. “Look, I know you’re scared, but as long as you do as you’re told, you’re not in any danger. Your friend isn’t here, just you. You were the one they wanted. She’s safe.”
“Good Lord, what’s that supposed to mean?”
I couldn’t stop from asking, still shaking, though relieved to hear Kimberly was safe. “I have no idea what’s going on, and I’m scared to death. Who are you?”
I pleaded with him, hoping he’d tell me so I’d at least know something.
Out of nowhere, the enormity of the situation hit me, making me gag. My hand flew to my mouth as I bent over, trying to stop the dry heaves wracking my body. I heard him swear as he rushed out of the room, returning just as quickly. He shoved a large bowl in front of my face, but I pushed it away, having nothing to throw up.
When the gagging had finally subsided, I collapsed against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. I was so tired, wanting nothing more than my bed back home, which only reminded me I might never have that again. I whimpered at the thought, trying to hold back the moan that was threatening to erupt in my throat from fear or exhaustion, I wasn’t sure. The stress was consuming my mind and body; all I wanted to do was go to sleep.
