Lost in Silence (The Lost Series Book 1)(86)

“Let me show you I can be good, let me prove it,” I beg, my voice desperate enough I might believe the lines I’m feeding him. “Please sir, let me prove it.”

“Little minx,” he whispers as his fingers run the length of my face. He pulls my blindfold off, his olive green eyes bore into mine. Alleycat would avert her eyes but I sense he doesn’t want me to. I’m right. He looks deep, pushing me to believe in my own words. “Do you want to play?”

My stomach rolls. I’m afraid of his definition of play but I’ll agree to anything right now. I’m desperate enough for a sliver of his trust. I may not be able to pull off my escape tonight but I can appease him long enough until I come up with something.

“Yes, please sir,” my voice sounds foreign to my ears but I lean towards him without causing any more discomfort to my arms, my eyes pushing into his, intensely. “I want to play.”

I can see he’s torn. I’ve never been this compliant for him before, only after he turned me zombie-like and he likes it. He steps closer to me, his hands at my waist, grinding his hard cock into my stomach. I mewl to cover a groan of disgust.

“Alleycat,” he whispers into my neck and I open for him. He needed to believe I wanted him, so I push my hips into his and whimper. His cock twitches at the sound and added pressure. I know I have him when he doesn’t pull away.

“Please sir, let me please you,” I purr, taking a deep breath. “Let me touch you.”

He groans, biting into my neck hard, lifting his hands to releases my ropes from above. He rubs my arms as they slowly come in between us. I cry out, the pain like a ten thousand needles stabbing me at once. He groans, lifting me up and walking me over to a makeshift cot in the corner. I manage to scope the room and tools laid out. He has a series of knives spread out on one of the tables and I begin to plan a way to get my hands on one.

He lays me down on a cot tucked away in a dark corner and unzips his pants. The sound causes my nerves to jump and my mind to spin. I shut off the feeling part of my brain and offer him what I hope is a coy smile. I lift my tied hands to him, beckoning him to me, the strain visible on his face.

A sudden shrilling sound fills the air, breaking the spell I have him under.

No! my mind screams as he shakes his head, the affects of my compliance fading. His eyes grow dark and menacing. He knows my game.

“You sneaky little bitch,” he reaches for my hands and lifts them above my head. He attaches the rope to a pipe on the wall.

“Sir?” my voice is shaky, my confidence wavering. He steps back, a smile on his face. The shrilling fills the air again, it’s coming from outside the room.

Shit, shit, shit!

“You almost had me Alleycat,” he shakes his head, his eyes glance at the door across the room. I had him, damn it, until the noise. Must be a phone or an alarm, maybe it’s Hudson. My eyes move past him to the door, silently wishing for someone to walk through and put a stop to this madness.

“Stay put,” his voice is gruff and there is a look on his face I can’t place. He spins on his heels, the shrill stops as he reaches the door but he continues on. As soon as I hear him slide the lock into place I begin the task of freeing myself from the ropes. I’m sure he has a camera on me somewhere so I’m careful not to make any sudden movements. From this angle, I’m able to loosen the knots a bit, just enough to compromise one wrist.

The shrilling pierces the air again and I hear his voice interrupting it, confirming my suspicions of a phone. The idea to scream or call for help stalls in my brain. I’m only going to have one chance at this and hollering for help will only hurry him back. My breathing slows enough for me to hear the deep rumble of his voice, slowly fading until I hear another door open and close, blocking it out entirely. He’s no longer in the room next me to. I have maybe seconds to spare.

Slipping my hand carefully out its noose, I slowly work the other side. It too doesn’t take much to loosen just enough for my small hand to slip through. The man was never good at tying knots. With my hands free, I look around the room, plotting my next move. There’s no way I would be able to overpower him with my small frame, so my best course of action is a surprise attack. Measuring the distance from the bed to the table I saw his knife collection on I spring up out of the bed, hoping with all hope he doesn’t hear or see me.

I make it to the table quicker than I thought. The adrenaline pumping through my body, I can’t feel any of my earlier pain, which is good. I contemplate what knife to grab, nothing too small because I need to inflict damage but nothing too big either. I couldn’t take the chance of him seeing it in my hand. I select one of the smaller hunting knives. I don’t know anything about knives but I figure if I angle it just right I can twist it and cause more damage. I rearrange the set, hoping he doesn’t notice one missing and retreat back to the cot.