“This summer you will learn to do what I tell you. You will beg me to fuck you.”
Those were his final words as he pushed me through the open door into a dark recess of a room; closing the door behind me. The lock clicked shut as I banged my feeble fists against the wood panelling.
“Lex! Let me out,” I yelled.
It was no use; the sounds of his footsteps receded into the distance. I waved a hand in front of my face but could barely see it; the room was pitch black and I couldn’t find a light–switch.
I hugged myself; the cold was creeping in, and regretted pushing him so far.
Chapter Five
Who the fuck did he think he was putting me in a time–out like I was a naughty child? My eyes blazed; he’d regret this, I thought. There was no trace of tears in my eyes. My stubbornness waged war on Lex and I decided I wouldn’t let him get to me; he wanted something from me and the only way he’d be able to get was if he came back and let me out.
After what seemed like hours, the minutes ticking away slowly in my head, I sat trembling on a suitcase I’d found and kept a lid pressed firmly upon the building impatience that bubbled inside me, waiting for him to return.
I had determined, by running my hands carefully over the stacked objects, that my temporary prison was some sort of luggage room. I pulled one of the suitcases out so I didn’t have to sit on the cold tiled floor, but had to be careful so the whole lot of them wouldn’t tumble and fall on my head.
My tummy grumbled. It’d been hours since I last ate. Lunch with Michael and my mom was hours ago and I’d only nibbled at the Caesar salad I’d ordered. I didn’t think he’d be cruel enough to let me starve in here, but then again I’d only just met him and only knew of his tabloid persona; flashing cash and allowing half naked girls to parade around him, like leashed puppies, yapping to his every command.
Finally a light flickered on in the hallway; the glow seeped under the base of the door and around the frame. I stood, pressed my ear to the barrier between us and controlled my breathing, waiting for him to make his next move.
Two shadowed shapes cut into the light at the bottom of the door. He was standing right outside. What was he doing? Was he waiting for me to cry out? Well, he’d wait a bloody long time, I thought.
“Aimee?” he called, a whisper through the door. It was as if he was cooing to a sleeping child, testing the waters to see if I was awake.
I clamped hard on my tongue; I wouldn’t answer him.
“Aimee, are you awake? Do you want to come out?”
He was testing me, I was sure of it.
No matter how much I wanted him to touch me, to feel him inside me I would not give in. Not yet, at least.
The mechanism inside the door clicked; metal against metal as the lock slid open. I took a step back away from the door and crouched behind one of the large suitcases, making sure I’d be in the shadows if he decided to take a peek inside.
A crack of light cut through the blackness, a lengthy strip landing upon the items inside the room.
I peered around the corner of the suitcase watching a sliver of Lex’s body at the doorway. I smiled, he couldn’t see me. He pushed the door open a fraction more.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come out?” He looked about the room, a frown appearing on his worried forehead.
His eyes darted left and right, like searchlights trying to find its prey. He took a cautious step inside, bracing himself, I thought, for a suitcase to come flying out of the darkness and into his head. But the moment passed and his head was still intact.
“Where are you? You can’t hide from me.”
Another step was all I needed I would be able to launch myself behind him and out of confinement.
“Aimee, this isn’t funny…” He looked desperate now. Good, I thought. I wanted him to squirm. Make him think something terrible had happened to me.
My moment arrived, the door was three–quarters of the way open and he stepped fully inside and started to grab at the suitcases pilled high.
I shot out from behind my cover; my bare feet gripped the dry tiles below and ran for the hallway. I imagined myself as a blur speeding passed him, but I wasn’t that quick. Lex spun around, ready for me. His manicured fingernails clawed at my skin; scratching raw red lines down my arm, but he couldn’t get a good grip.
I ran for it, not knowing where exactly to go. The security control panel would have been my first thought, yet I knew I wouldn’t have any time to figure out how the contraption worked, let alone turn off the locking system.
I passed through the living room, tempted by the heat emanating from the fire but continued on. I needed something solid between us.