Chapter 249: The Wrong Script

Holly’s POV

The minutes crawled by like hours.

He had me pressed against the headboard, one hand already sliding under my blouse, fingers rough and impatient, while the other worked the buttons of my skirt. His mouth was on my collarbone, sucking hard enough to bruise, muttering filthy promises about how he was going to wreck me, how I’d be begging for more by the time he was done.

It was an obvious case of a pathetic attempt at seduction. But I had to keep up with the act.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on, buying time. I kept up the act…soft moans, arching into him, whispering “yes” and “please daddy” like I was lost in it. But inside I was counting. Five minutes. Eight. Ten.

He was still rock-hard against my thigh, still completely, terrifyingly alert. Eyes sharp, movements strong, breath hot and steady against my skin.

Why has he not passed out yet? Or better still? Why is he not dazed with the effect of the drug? Do I have to wait longer?

Then it hit me.

The glasses. I must have picked up the wrong glass. I’d handed him the clean glass instead of the one laced with drugs.

Fuck!! Fuck, Holly! Why can’t you get anything right?! What have you done? How do I get out of this without losing my mind?!

Should I make him drink the poisoned one? Won’t he suspect that something is fishy?

My stomach dropped like a stone. I’d screwed up the only foolproof part of the plan. Now I had nothing but pepper spray in my bag across the room and a stun gun I couldn’t reach.

What was I thinking by the way? That I was superwoman? Or that I have hidden powers that manifest when triggered? How do I fucking wiggle out of this mess?!

My face must have shifted…panic flashing before I could hide it…because he froze, pulled back just enough to look at me. Really look…like he was trying to see through me.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” he growled. “You’re shaking and I haven’t even started yet.”

Before I could answer, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me down onto the bed with real force. My back hit the mattress hard, air rushing out of my lungs. I tried to school my features, to keep the fear locked down, but my hands were trembling and my breath came too fast.

He climbed over me, knees pinning my thighs, mouth descending on my neck again, teeth scraping. “Relax, baby. You wanted this. Why are you suddenly acting like you don't?”

I pushed at his chest, voice cracking. “Wait…wait, I need to shower first. I want to be fresh for you when we…”

He laughed against my skin, low and mean. “You’re clean enough for me. But if you insist, I can lick you clean,” he hissed, sticking out his tongue like he’s licking a lollipop. His fingers were already on his belt, metal clinking as he undid it.

Real panic set in with full force then. “No…please, I don’t want it like this. Not with force. If we take our time to really pleasure each other, you will enjoy it too.”

He lifted his head, eyes gleaming with something dark and triumphant. “You think I’m stupid? I knew the second you said Amber’s name. She set you up, didn’t she? Little bait to catch me slipping so you losers can lock me up.” He licked a stripe up my throat. “Guess I’ll teach you both a lesson. Fuck you raw, make you my pet. Hell, I wouldn’t mind having you and Amber together… I’ve got a thing for filling multiple holes at once.”

Another wave of panic exploded in my chest. I kicked, screamed, twisted toward my bag on the floor..,pepper spray, stun gun, something…but he snatched it and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a thud.

He pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand, leaning down until his face filled my vision. “What’d you think you were gonna do, huh? Get me drunk and record me admitting I’ve been playing Amber? You got cameras in here, don’t you?” He grinned, sick and slow. “Good thing I’m gonna find them. When I’m done fucking you dirty, I’ll hold the camera myself…use it against you. Didn’t you learn anything from your dear colleague?”

Tears burned my eyes, spilling over. What was I thinking? No backup plan. No one knows I’m here. I walked straight into this with my own two legs like an idiot and now I can’t get out. I’m in so much trouble.

“Help!” I screamed in desperation, voice raw. “Somebody help me…please!”

He tore my new blouse open…fabric ripping, buttons flying…and stared down at me with pure, ugly lust, his gaze lingering on my breasts.

That second of distraction was all I needed. I brought my knee up hard, slamming it straight into his balls.

He howled, doubling over just enough for me to scramble off the bed in a hurry. I lunged for the door, fingers brushing the knob…

But, he was faster. His hand fisted in my hair, yanking me back so hard my scalp screamed in protest. He slammed me face-first against the wall. Pain exploded in my head as it cracked against the surface.

He’s an animal. And to think that Amber goes through this often.

“Please stop,” I sobbed, vision swimming. “Please—”

He pressed against my back, laughing in my ear. “Didn’t you say you were crazy about me? Wanted a taste?” His free hand slid down my body. “Tell you the truth…Amber’s not the only one. Not even the second. Got a different girl for every day of the week. All their pretty nude tapes keeping them in line as my sex slaves. One day I’m gonna bring them all together…watch them fuck each other just to entertain me. And guess what? You’re just lucky enough to be a part of that fantastic movement.”

Rage cut through the fear in my heart. I found my voice…sharp, venomous.

“You’re pathetic,” I spat. “A weak little coward who gets off on hurting women because no one ever loved you enough. Who broke you asshole? Was Mummy not good enough for Daddy? Did you learn how to be a pussy from him, or is it just natural talent? How did you manage to be so good at being an asshole?”

His whole body went rigid. Then his hand cracked across my face, the slap echoing in the room. My cheek burned fire.

Good. Keep him angry. Keep him distracted. Keep his hands busy hitting you or something else…instead of stripping.

He snarled, shoving me harder into the wall. “I can see that you're brave. But not to worry, they were all like you at first. Which is why I’m gonna teach you a lesson that’ll cripple you for life, you little bitch.”

He cursed under his breath as he began reaching down, zipper rasping, pulling himself out.

I looked.

And despite everything…terror, pain, fury…a laugh bubbled up in my throat and spilled out before I could stop it.

He paused, confused.

“Oh,” I said, voice dripping with mock pity, eyes dropping to his exposed cock. “Now I get it. All the women, all the hurting…it’s because you’re trying to prove you’re man enough…right? Because this?” I nodded toward it. “This doesn’t look man enough. Could pass for a teenager’s, maybe. But a full-grown adult? Come on. That little pinky finger couldn’t even disvirgin a girl, let alone fill an insatiable bitch like me.”

I laughed harder, hysterical and mean just to rub it in. “To be honest, I’d be the one raping you, not the other way around. So think carefully before you decide to use that baby pinkie of a dick.”

His face twisted purple with rage as he screamed something incoherent, raising his hand again to hit me, but the door exploded inward with a deafening crash.

Wood splintered. The lock gave way.

Someone was here.