Filthy Secret

SLOANE

Days passed, each ending similarly to that night. I wasn’t sure what was happening-I didn’t know what day it was. I barely knew what time it was. All I knew was that I was used and then forced to

elevate my hips so his seed could take root.

This time was different. I woke up alone in bed. My captor, or rather, Alexei, preferred waking up with me, but I’d been out of sorts recently. My appetite had waned, and I was short-tempered. I’d even hauled off and tried to hit him, which hadn’t worked out well for me. He didn’t abuse me, at least.

In fact, out of all the scenarios I could’ve dreamed up, this wasn’t bad. I was well fed, sleeping in a bed, and allowed use of the facilities alone, for the most part. Of course, it could’ve been worse. I could’ve been sleeping on a dirty cot on the floor, using a bucket. But beggars can’t be choosers and all that.

I didn’t hear Alexei at all. This cabin didn’t seem too big, although I’d only seen the bathroom and these four walls, so I assumed he was out. I tugged on my bindings, trying to work myself out of them to no avail. I was well and truly stuck.

A whine rose in the back of my throat from the hopelessness of my situation. I was such a stupid idiot. How hard would it have been to ask a coworker to walk me to my car that night? It would’ve been so easy to do.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you all tomorrow.” I waved to Emily, the waitress left closing with me and Jared, the dishwasher. I was in a rush to get out of there. See, Emily and Jared liked to fuck as soon as the coast was clear.

They waited for the owner to be long gone. But there were a few times I’d forgotten something and walked in on them. I’d seen Jared’s naked ass so many times that it was now a joke I wanted in on their liaisons.

I jingled my keys, having them in my hands so I could unlock my car as quickly as possible. I wasn’t usually afraid of the dark, but my ex had been making life a little harder on me. He’d followed me around town, and the sound of his bike gunning down the road would send shivers down my spine.

I used to like the sounds of bikes. But after what I’d been through, I hated the thought of them. I would never be at the mercy of him, not ever again.

I got to my old Pontiac and dropped my keys by accident. “Fuck, you’ve got to me be kidding me.” I always talked to myself in the darkness. It had been the only way to cope with it before.

I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight feature, searching for my keys that I had undoubtedly kicked when I dropped them.

“Idiot,” I grumbled. I saw a glint by my wheel and reached to grab them. I hadn’t heard the sounds of motorcycles, so I assumed I was safe. I was wrong. So very wrong.

A strong arm wrapped around my neck as I struggled, kicking my feet out to get away. Whoever was behind me was too strong. I felt a sharp pinch in my neck.

“I’ve got you, malishka,” a deep rumble reassured me as my eyesight dimmed into nothingness.

“Thinking of me?” His dark voice was tinged with an edge of playfulness.

“You wish,” I snarled, pissed that he’d caught me off guard.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s written all over your face.” He dumped a bag out on the dresser beside the bed. I turned my head to watch him closely. What he brought out was horrifying.

Pregnancy tests. A ton of them, too. “I’m not taking that.” I scoffed at him. “There’s no way I’m pregnant.”

“It’s been a long time, and you should have had your period at least once by now. But you haven’t.” He smirked down at me.

“T-that means absolutely nothing,” I croaked. “It could be delayed because of the stress of being kidnapped and forced to-to copulate with you.” The thought that I would be pregnant by this monster, who was no more than a stranger to me, was frightening.

I should’ve taken birth control.

But, looking into his eyes, I know that he would’ve just kept me longer. The birth control would’ve worn off, and he’d have had more power over me. There was no way out.

He undid my restraints and rubbed the reddened skin. “I don’t like seeing you hurt by these. I need to get new ones. Your skin should only be marred by me and my knife.” He growled in my ear, but I could see the lust shining in his eyes, and the semi behind his zipper.

“Take these.” He handed me two boxes. I rushed into the bathroom, although my limbs felt shaky and unsure.

It had been a while since I’d used them.

I slowly pushed the door closed, but before it could latch, his foot was jammed in.

“Door stays open,” he commanded like a Neanderthal. Fucking caveman.

I didn’t even protest. What good would it do? I didn’t know this man. He could hurt me if I didn’t play nice. There was an air of darkness and violence shrouding his soul. I could see it in his eyes. He was not a man who liked to be told no.

I peed in a cup so I could dip both sticks in, cutting down on time. My stomach roiled with anxiety. I sent up silent prayers that they would be negative. Better to be raped with an empty womb than to subject a child to whatever kind of torture he had planned for it.

“Time’s up.” I looked over at him, and he smiled like he already knew the outcome. He motioned for me to look at the sticks.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I couldn’t.

Bile rose in my throat, and I ran to the toilet to release what little food I had in my stomach. Alexei came behind me and held my hair, rubbing my back and whispering sweet nothings.

Fuck, I didn’t want this.

I let out the tears of despair; I knew what those sticks said before he could tell me.

“What can I say, malishka? I’ve got virile semen,” he whispered in my ear, placing a kiss on my temple before escorting me back to the bedroom.

His cockiness made me fearful.

Anxiety roiled in my gut as I waited to see what he had in store for me next.