Chapter 55: THE SOURCE
Arianna
Letting out a small laugh full of unsure emotions, my fingers itched to dig my nails into my hands but I resisted,” I think you’re misunderstanding something, Mr. Wilson. I’ve never performed such an acts myself. Those are just my creative fantasies and from them, I get ideas so I can make an art out of them. My mind is like puzzle box, full of designs. I just let them out for people who like art which is not a norm for ordinary people. For folks who doesn’t have any limits for their fantasies. The style is more unnatural but unique if you have an understanding of concept about dark art. And-.”
A bang startles me when I notice his fist just smacked the glass table in frustration. He is breathing more deeply now when he glares at me,” That’s not what I’m talking about. Don’t give me that crap about dreams and fantasies. Don’t compare it like it’s a fairy tale and you just draw them from your imagination. That’s complete bullshit and we both know it,” his voice is now more venomous when he speaks.
With wide eyes, I watch him exhale and petting his bald head, his eyes doesn’t look away from me.
Regretting coming here, I was already too late. If I run, maybe I can escape but somehow I doubt that he will let me go.
Ignoring the warning bells, I still stay true to my word.
“I don’t know what are you talking about, Mr. Wilson but I wouldn’t lie to you. If you have any requests for your painting, let me know because I have my next appointment in an hour,” I was lying but he didn’t need to know that.
Chuckling, he stands up to his full height and I notice he was a head taller than me at least but not really tall to be called a giant. Still, I felt his dangerous aura as he towered over me. Before I can stand up myself, he is there in front of me and there wasn’t the table separating us anymore. At least that way I felt safer.
“Mr. Wilson, what-“ my breath cuts off when he puts both of his arms around my head, digging his inked fingers in the sofa by my ears. Leaning down, his sneer is evident on his face, like he was proud to see me in this position, flinching from him.
“I have a proposal. How do you feel if we do something useful here to give you motivation for my painting? It would be more personal and meaningful to me. I will even compensate you greatly for your extra effort,” sniffing my hair, I felt fear freezing my body, understanding his intentions.
No fucking way.
My body does the action before it registers my mind. Lifting my leg, I hit right between his legs with my heel, the strength of the strike almost making my foot hurt and for a moment, I’m screaming in relief when the man doubles down to cover his crotch with a painful hiss and the curse isn’t mistaken when I hear the words.
“You fucking bitch!”
Not wasting any time, I push him off and grab my things to flee. Almost tripping over the carpet in the VIP room, I was almost at the door when a rough hand yanks my hair back, making me howl in pain to feel my roots pulled out of my skull with such a great force that I go flying. Right into the asshole’s arms. Dragging me to the ground, I kick and scream but it’s useless. This room location was the most isolated from the other rooms so he took it for this reason alone. To lure me in so no one can help me.
I wasn’t ready to be killed. I wanted to live.
With tears in my eyes, I bit him in the forearm and the man growled like an animal. Flipping me into my back, he straddled my hips so I can’t move. Taking my hands, he zip tied them together so I have no chance to twist them out of his grasp and punch him if I want to. Laughing at my demise, the only thought on mind was that I will get molested and no one will be here to hear me scream or beg for help.
If he really is a sadist, he will take me prisoner and will use me as his plaything, even make me paint for him, feeling pleasure from it but if I’m lucky, he will just kill me after raping me. The latter would be better than live for the rest of my days in some sick bastard’s basement and enduring the pain, the humiliation of having to let him touch me in every way possible. That was my most biggest fear.
I should’ve known better. Who meets up secretly in a club, alone? It was shady from the start and dumb be just didn’t want to think the worst of people.
We are kind of people with dark imagination but that doesn’t mean we indulge ourselves in it.
A hoarse laughter broke me out of my pitiful thoughts. Caressing my hair gently, he tugs them painfully in a fist and lifts my head so he can lean against my ear. Smelling his alcoholic breath with tobacco scent, I shiver in disgust when his lips brush against my ear,” Don’t be so rude. I know you want this so I will gladly give it to you. Be a good pet for me and then maybe I will let you walk beside me without a leash,” kissing my hair, another teardrop falls on my cheek and he obviously notices it when one of his fingers catches it and brings it to his mouth. When he licks my tears, he just groans in pleasure, like he likes to see my cry.
Twisting my body, it’s no use when he grabs the belt from my waist and rips it off of me, almost crushing my lungs in the process. When the belt is pulled off, he unbuttons my blazer so he can get it off for easy access to my most intimate parts.
“P-please don’t. I beg you,” my blurred vision doesn’t help when he just laughs in response, successfully pulling the blazer down and I’m left in a thin lacy top without a bra underneath. I wish, I would have worn one but I didn’t know that I will be in this situation.
“Mmm, what do we have here,” his fingers ghost over my shoulders and back, feeling my body more with his touch and I shy away from him, almost vomiting on the carpet when those fingers slip between my straps to get familiar with my skin,” So smooth. I will love to break you,” he breathes.
“Stop! Please!” I beg but my begging is like for deaf ears when he gropes my ass in a warning. His arm sneaks around my waist and slides up my breasts and I’m relieved that he is not touching my skin but then he pinches my nipple through the lacy top.