The Throwbacks: A Compilation Of Four Complete Dark Psychological Romance Novellas(36)

She screeched some shit at me but her throat was too raw for me to understand. I was trying to be nice so I rubbed life back into her arms and legs. Her stomach growled and I felt like a beast. “Shit I forgot to feed you wait here.” I sat her on the little cot in the corner and she winced when her sore ass met the sheets. Poor baby. The fuck!

I left the room again and went in search of something to give her to stop the roaring in her tummy. The staff wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. I’d given them the time off to mourn the man they’d worked for since I was a kid. His death was as much a shock to them as it was me I’m sure and since they’d taken such good care of him over the years especially while I was gone, I could do no less for them now.

I’d only been back four days but in that time I’d accomplished a lot. Because dad and I had been in touch a lot lately, I knew who his enemy was, that’s why I’d been able to move on him so fast. I’d warned dad not to get involved with this guy, his business practices weren’t the most honest from what I’d learned. I’d done a deep search on him as soon as dad mentioned the idea. But dad still believed that a handshake or a man’s word meant something.

He was old school; I’m not. I don’t trust a motherfucker even if he’s standing right in front of me doing what it is he says he’s gonna do; there’s always a fucking angle. And the higher up you go on the financial food chain the dirtier the fucks you’ll find. These people think money is the end all and be all. That’s how I know they’re soft. Money don’t mean shit in the jungle.

I scrounged up some shit for her to eat and headed back to her. Some may think that I’m a monster for what I did to her. She got off easy as far as I’m concerned; she’s still breathing. That’s more than I can say for my dad.

I could’ve put one in her and sent her carcass to the old fuck, but I figured this way was better. Let him worry about what his little princess was suffering at my hands. Next time he’ll think twice before fucking with me and mine.





6





Stacey





My arms were free and I was alone for the first time since he’d snatched me and threw me in the back of his car. I looked around the room for something, anything to protect myself as I rubbed life back into my hands and legs. I have to think, to use my head. Pleading hadn’t worked so I knew that was a lost cause, but if I could just get my hands on something.

I didn’t know how many goons he had on the premises, and my eyes had been covered when he brought me here. How long ago was that now? I can’t be sure. The uncertainty made me afraid but I tamped that down, one thing at a time. I had to get out of here.

I looked around the room but all that was here were the chains he’d hung me from, a chair that looked like some sort of torture device and some other stuff that I had no name for. It all looked like something you’d see in a dungeon in some old horror flick from the seventies.

How did I get here? One minute I was headed for the stacks to brush up on my history for an upcoming test, and the next I was being thrown into the backseat of a car. I was sure they’d been people around but no one came to my rescue. One minute I was there and the next I wasn’t.

All the way through the streets I’d expected to hear sirens, or to run into a roadblock, but nothing. I’d begged and pleaded to be let go, but the man sitting next to me had kept his silence, barely sparing me a glance.

The only time I knew what was going on is when he’d called dad and told him what he’d done. But it was what he’d threatened to do that had made me try to break free and flee.

The car door wouldn’t open from the inside so that had been a wasted effort. My screams seems to fall on deaf ears since he, nor the men in the front seats had so much as bat a lash at all the noise I was making. Like they were used to dealing with screaming women. That thought had scared me more than the cold look on his face.

I could hear my dad screaming on the other end but the man stayed calm as he explained what he was going to do to me. I’d almost wet myself then. What kind of man was this, that he could say these things to my dad?

I knew my dad’s power, knew that his money commanded respect from everyone. From the police commissioner to the governor. But this man who seemed too young to be one of dad’s contemporaries didn’t seem to care about that.

The fear only escalated once he’d drawn the piece of cloth from his pocket and growled at me to turn around. “No!” I’d shaken my head and tried inching away from him but he’d only grabbed me by the arm, turned me roughly with my back to his chest and tied the soft cloth over my eyes. I almost peed myself right then, but thank heavens I remembered who I was and called on my inner reserve to calm myself down. There’s always a way out. I just have to use my head.

With my eyes closed and sound my only guide, I’d tried to make sense of what was going on, but the fear blocked me. Once we’d come to a stop the fear only amped up that much more and when he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and brought me here I still didn’t know what to expect.

Of course I’d tried to escape as soon as he put me down, but that only seemed to anger him more. The first time he forced himself into my body I thought he would split me in two. His hiss at finding me a virgin and the things he said made me blush even now. What made me blush even harder was the fact that by the second time he took me my body had betrayed me. That I can never forgive.

I don’t believe that drivel he’d told me about dad either. In nineteen years I’ve never heard anyone say a bad word about him or my family for that matter. A family who’s been one of the premiers in our town going back a couple centuries.

I never got involved in dad’s business, so I knew very little about that, but I knew the man that he was and he would never cheat anyone. Whoever this Nicolo person was he was nothing but a lying monster. I would’ve called him something else but even as I thought it my body remembered. I was embarrassed at the heat that started between my thighs. What had he done to me?

I concentrated even harder on finding a way out. My eyes finally landed on something that could be of use to me and I hopped off the little cot and went to get it. I was back in place when he returned carrying a tray. I looked away from him and refused to even acknowledge his presence. He placed the tray down next to me. “Eat.” I looked from the sandwich and juice to him and turned my back.

“Fuck, like I don’t have anything better to do.” He grabbed my face and tried to force the bread into my mouth. It was just the chance I needed. I brought the stake from beneath my leg and swung at his face. He knocked my hand aside and jumped back out of the way. It was so fast I didn’t even see him move.

I felt tears of frustration burn my eyes as he looked at me in shock. I waited for the blow that was sure to come, but instead all he did was reach down and pick up the iron stake I’d found in the corner. It was part of one of his torture devices but someone had left if off. It would’ve done a lot of damage had I done it right but now I’d missed my chance.

He flung it aside and I scooted back on the narrow cot as he advanced. “Don’t you come near me you fucking asshole.” I threw every derogatory word I could think of at his head but all he did was smile as he started to get undressed.

“No.” I knew what that meant, and I hated my body for reacting. How could I want more of his vicious sex? How could my body want his after what he’d done to me? Still my eyes were drawn to that thick length between his thighs and my puss leaked and clenched in need. He grinned and my eyes flew to his. He knew the bastard.

“I see your little pussy’s still hungry. Can’t get enough huh.” He had every right to me smug I guess since there was no way for me to hide my hardening nipples and the way I rubbed my thighs together as if already feeling him there.

He was like some sort of machine. From all the stories I’ve heard it usually took the male of the species a while to regroup after even one bout of sex. But for him it had been hours of nonstop pounding into my virgin body without a care and each time he’d stayed hard and stiff after, only to start all over again.

I’d always thought I’d lose my virginity on my wedding night, to someone who would love me more than his next breath. Someone, who would take care with me. Someone, who would cherish the gift of my virginity.

Instead I’d lost it to this unfeeling monster whose only words had been ‘fuck you’re a virgin? I should send your old man a picture of your blood on my cock.’ How crass how unfeeling. So why did my body want his? How was that possible when I hated him more than I’ve ever hated anyone before in my life?

He reached out a hand and grabbed my ankle, dragging me back before turning me roughly to my stomach. I screamed and kicked but to no avail. I threatened him with all manner of retribution but he just laughed.

I felt his knee in my back as he did something with the swinging contraption that hung over the cot. Then he took my hands and lifted them above my head and the pain was excruciating.

My limbs were still sore from their earlier hanging and now they burned. I fought back the tears but they escaped anyway as he tied my hands in place over my head.