Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
With tears of terror burning in my eyes, I yank hard on the cuffs. The stinging of my flesh as the metal cuts into my wrist is nothing compared to the way fear gouges its way deep inside me.
“Hello, Chase,” a deep, baritone voice rumbles. “Looks as though you’ve been caught.”
“Let me go, motherfucker!” I bellow, struggling to no avail.
The creep appears in the opening, dressed from head to toe in black. He’s easily seven feet tall and massive like a linebacker.
Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck.
Someone sobs and I realize it’s me.
The begging is me too.
“P-Please l-l-let me g-go.” Hot tears streak down my face as I wonder if I’ll ever see Mom again. I’d give up my Beamer and basketball and alcohol. I’d give up anything just to be in her loving arms again.
His heavy footfalls approach and he looms over me. I scramble out of his reach, covering my nudity the best I can. He squats in front of me and dark, soulless eyes peer back at me through a cloth full-face mask.
“You’ll make a great pet, Caught. I just have to train you first.”
I shrink away when he reaches for me. “Don’t t-touch me!”
He chuckles, low and sinister. “I’m sorry, kid, but you’re mine now. You’ll soon learn that every single inch of you is mine to touch whenever I damn well please.”
My sobs and fighting are no match for this giant.
He overpowers me.
Again and again and again.
It isn’t until hours later, when I’m shaking in a mixture of pain and shock, that I come to a stark realization.
I’ll never see Mom or Dad or my brothers or Donte again.
I’ll never leave this monster’s clutches.
Never.
Cove
Present Day – November
I sucked a dick.
The disgusting part was I didn’t hate it.
Nothing against gay people. Clearly, I’m one of them. The part that makes me ill is I sucked the dick of my captor on camera.
On. Fucking. Camera.
The whimpers I made weren’t all bad ones. When I hear them repeated over and over in my head, I can’t help but hate myself, though.
I should have screamed and cried. I should have bit his dick off.
What I shouldn’t have done was marvel over the fact I was sucking someone off for the first time in my sexually confused life. My own dick was hard because it turned me on.
Sick.
This would be so much easier to stomach if I was in captivity alone—Night Giant’s personal dick sucking movie star—because then I wouldn’t have to face the reality of my perverseness.
But I’m not alone.
Both my sisters are here with me and it’s all my fault.
Twins are all the rave, they’d said.
I’m too small, I threw back.
Size means nothing, they’d replied.
Like an idiot, I fell for it. I thought those motherfuckers in their fancy suites actually wanted me to model for them. When they’d assured me I was photogenic and beautiful, I believed it because I desperately wanted the attention those men were offering.
I went willingly.
With monsters.
I’m photogenic all right. But what I had in mind was magazine spreads for fashion magazines, not dark web pornographic snuff films.
Somehow, because of my mistakes, my sisters are now here with me. Trapped. Doomed for probably much worse than my dick sucking performance. Based on how the other captives have been treated, it’s only a matter of time before my beautiful sisters are raped and tormented.
I can guarantee they won’t like it.
They won’t be sitting around replaying how their captor smelled or the way his semen tasted on their tongue. They certainly won’t be fucking aroused.
The shame and guilt are threatening to eat me alive. I wish I could figure out a way to help them escape. If it meant offering myself to Night Giant in exchange for them, I would. I’m an idiot for even deluding myself into thinking that their escape is a possibility.
This place is what nightmares are made of.
We’re trapped in an abandoned hotel, in a tiny room with a bunch of other people, all waiting to be sexually abused or worse.
“It’s okay,” Calla, my twin, whispers.
Her voice is soft and meant only for me. We communicate with just looks most of the time, but considering I can’t meet her gaze, she actually has to speak.
She’s wrong, though. It’s not okay.
Nothing will ever be okay again.
The Gale siblings will die in this shithole, raped and slaughtered. From what one of the crazy captives, who’s been here longer than anyone, told me, there’s lots more horrible shit left in store for us.
“You.”
Night Giant’s deep voice echoes across the room, carving a hole inside my chest and filling it with dread. At least when I’d been with him before, we were alone—aside from the stupid camera—so there weren’t witnesses in the room with us.
“You remind me of little Caught when I first captured him.” Night Giant’s voice, directed my way, has me flinching. “Innocent and so goddamn breakable. Your cock sucking video was just the beginning and already is a favorite among our viewers. Soon, you’ll be a well-known star like Caught.”