Lechna_Baram

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. 

      "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Masked Feelings

"Athena" I heard someone call. I felt tired. Really tired. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I felt like my hands were behind me. I could feel the rope around my wrist. I noticed that we were now somewhere else. We were no more in the gross warehouse. In front of me, Damian was seated on a chair. He was still tied up. He looked relief that I was finally up. 


"I'm okay " I breathed. I looked around to see that we were now in a sort of basement. The light was dim. I stared at the stairs that led upstairs. 


"I told you to go away" I heard Damian mumbled. I turned my attention to him. It seemed like it was difficult for him to stay awake. The beatings and the loss of blood had made him weak. He slowly rose his head to look at me. 


"Would you leave me if I was in this situation?" I asked. He sighed. I knew that he wouldn't. I looked around the room, trying to find a way to escape. I needed to get out of here. I took a deep breath. 


Chapter 83: Kidnapper