going to the office if her feet weren’t still bare. She hunted around for any shoes, but found none.
Of course he’s not going to give you shoes, she chided herself. It isn’t as though he’s going to take you out to dinner.
Plus, she realized, she could use shoes as a weapon, something to kick at him with. And if she did escape, running would be easier if she had shoes on.
A noise came at the door, and she froze, her eyes widening in that direction. It began to open and she took a couple of stumbled steps back, wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and whoever might be entering.
The older man walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He turned and used a key to lock it once more. Lily noticed the key wasn’t the only thing he held in his hands. Twin cuffs dangled from a silver chain, and something that looked like a tie was rolled into a ball in his other hand. He lifted up the hand and the material unraveled.
A blindfold.
It was made from some kind of silky material, black on one side, and purple on the other. A blindfold—a professional one. Not a piece of cloth that had been cobbled together at the last minute. This had been bought in advance.
Lily held up her hands. “Please, no. You don’t need to put those on me.”
“I apologize, but I’m afraid they are necessary.”
She shook her head and backed away. “No, no, no.” The back of her legs hit the side of the bed. She had nowhere she could go. “Please,” she tried again. “I can’t go anywhere. The door is locked. I’ll behave myself, I promise!”
The idea of being blindfolded and put back into restraints filled her with terror. What did it mean? Was she going to be moved again, or was the person who’d bought her so perverted he’d only rape her if she was completely helpless and unable to see him?
She could hold onto the tears no longer. “I just want to go home.”
He approached and she held out her hands to ward him off. “That’s simply not possible.”
Only a yard or two separated them. He reached for her, but instead of allowing him to grab her, she threw herself over the side of the king sized bed, putting the item of furniture between them. She glanced around for something to use as a weapon, but the surfaces were cleared of anything she might be able to hit him with or throw. The only things that weren’t stuck down were numerous hardback books lining inbuilt shelves.
Though she hated the idea of damaging books, she wasn’t in a position to be compassionate. She ran to the shelves and tore out the first book she put her hands on. With a scream of anger and fear, she threw it at the man. The pages fluttered as it flew open. The book hit him on the shoulder and bounced off harmlessly, landing on the floor.
His forehead wrinkled in a scowl. “Please don’t do that again. Sir won’t appreciate you damaging his books.”
“Fuck you!” Lily grabbed another book and threw it. This time it hit him in the chest, but he barely flinched. She might as well have thrown a pillow at him.
“Don’t make this difficult,” he warned. “You have no reason to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She almost felt like laughing. “No reason to? Only that I’ve been kidnapped and held against my will. No, you’re right. No reason at all.”
He rounded the bed to stand over her. Lily sank to the floor, her arms huddled into her chest, knees in, as though making herself as small as possible would somehow save her. The fight had gone out of her. She only wanted to disappear.
The man reached down and yanked her arms, forcing her to her feet. He spun her around and pulled her arms around her back. Cold metal locked around her wrists and the cuffs clicked into place, pinching her skin. Tears streamed down her face. She felt utterly helpless. The blindfold was wrapped around her eyes, shutting off her view of the room. The material was cool and soft against her skin, the main part of the blindfold shaped to
Of course he’s not going to give you shoes, she chided herself. It isn’t as though he’s going to take you out to dinner.
Plus, she realized, she could use shoes as a weapon, something to kick at him with. And if she did escape, running would be easier if she had shoes on.
A noise came at the door, and she froze, her eyes widening in that direction. It began to open and she took a couple of stumbled steps back, wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and whoever might be entering.
The older man walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He turned and used a key to lock it once more. Lily noticed the key wasn’t the only thing he held in his hands. Twin cuffs dangled from a silver chain, and something that looked like a tie was rolled into a ball in his other hand. He lifted up the hand and the material unraveled.
A blindfold.
It was made from some kind of silky material, black on one side, and purple on the other. A blindfold—a professional one. Not a piece of cloth that had been cobbled together at the last minute. This had been bought in advance.
Lily held up her hands. “Please, no. You don’t need to put those on me.”
“I apologize, but I’m afraid they are necessary.”
She shook her head and backed away. “No, no, no.” The back of her legs hit the side of the bed. She had nowhere she could go. “Please,” she tried again. “I can’t go anywhere. The door is locked. I’ll behave myself, I promise!”
The idea of being blindfolded and put back into restraints filled her with terror. What did it mean? Was she going to be moved again, or was the person who’d bought her so perverted he’d only rape her if she was completely helpless and unable to see him?
She could hold onto the tears no longer. “I just want to go home.”
He approached and she held out her hands to ward him off. “That’s simply not possible.”
Only a yard or two separated them. He reached for her, but instead of allowing him to grab her, she threw herself over the side of the king sized bed, putting the item of furniture between them. She glanced around for something to use as a weapon, but the surfaces were cleared of anything she might be able to hit him with or throw. The only things that weren’t stuck down were numerous hardback books lining inbuilt shelves.
Though she hated the idea of damaging books, she wasn’t in a position to be compassionate. She ran to the shelves and tore out the first book she put her hands on. With a scream of anger and fear, she threw it at the man. The pages fluttered as it flew open. The book hit him on the shoulder and bounced off harmlessly, landing on the floor.
His forehead wrinkled in a scowl. “Please don’t do that again. Sir won’t appreciate you damaging his books.”
“Fuck you!” Lily grabbed another book and threw it. This time it hit him in the chest, but he barely flinched. She might as well have thrown a pillow at him.
“Don’t make this difficult,” he warned. “You have no reason to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She almost felt like laughing. “No reason to? Only that I’ve been kidnapped and held against my will. No, you’re right. No reason at all.”
He rounded the bed to stand over her. Lily sank to the floor, her arms huddled into her chest, knees in, as though making herself as small as possible would somehow save her. The fight had gone out of her. She only wanted to disappear.
The man reached down and yanked her arms, forcing her to her feet. He spun her around and pulled her arms around her back. Cold metal locked around her wrists and the cuffs clicked into place, pinching her skin. Tears streamed down her face. She felt utterly helpless. The blindfold was wrapped around her eyes, shutting off her view of the room. The material was cool and soft against her skin, the main part of the blindfold shaped to
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