Lyon
Chapter 66

Who would’ve thought that sneaking out to get a sandwich could cause this much trouble? Colton is gonna be so pissed when he gets back to the office and replaces me gone, I’ll probably never hear the end of this.

I have no doubt that he’ll come and get me, you see that’s one of the things he always promises whenever I have one of my flashbacks or I wake up screaming, clutched in a nightmare from the night of the attack. He’d wrap me up tight in his arms and in his gruff no nonsense voice he’d swear that he’d always replace me no matter what.

We were stopped and my heart picked up speed again, with my hands tied behind my back as they were there wasn’t much I could do, I’d spent the mad drive to wherever this was fighting to hold on and not give in to the need to escape in my head.

All the things Colt and been teaching me in the last few months played through my head over and over as I tried to stay calm. It wasn’t easy.

“Where are we, why did you bring me here?”

“I told you to shut the f**k up.” He ran his hands roughly through his hair as he sat behind the wheel; his eyes when he glanced back at me were wild and unfocused.

He had a few days growth of facial hair, there was spittle at the corners of his mouth, and his clothes looked like he’d slept in them for days.

He climbed out and came around to pull me out of the back of the car by my bound wrists, my knees threatened to buckle and I needed to throw up. All I could do was keep repeating over and over in my head ‘hurry Colton hurry’.

I didn’t know what this James person had in mind and as he dragged me into the house that I assumed was his a wave of dizziness hit me as I fought back the tears that wanted to escape.

Now was not the time for crying I needed to stay focused and think of something to get me out of this. “Colton’s gonna come looking for me.”

“No he won’t no one saw me, how would he know?” Hadn’t he seen Cy-Cy running towards us?

“Now be quiet and let me think.”

He dragged me through the house to the back; I didn’t even have time to notice anything about my surroundings other than that it was kinda big and needed cleaning. When we reached a bedroom the fear threatened to overpower me once more and my knees did give out on me that time.

He pulled me back up roughly and threw me down across the bed while he mumbled to himself. My clothes were being ripped away roughly but my hands behind my back proved to be a hindrance. It didn’t make sense to use my feet I needed to get my bearings and plan my form of attack.

I was ready when he released me, my nails going straight for the side of his face.

“You bitch.” He slapped me across the face but it wasn’t hard enough to do much damage just enough to stun.

“You try anything like that again and I’ll cut away little pieces of you to send to your boyfriend.”

Bile rose in my throat as he roughly maneuvered my body on the bed, I hated having him touch me, look at me. Please Colton please hurry.

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I was spread out on the bed in just my camisole and underwear, my arms, and legs tied to the bedposts. I had a really bad moment when he stared at my body and my gorge rose when he reached out to run has finger down my thigh.