“Drink,” he commanded. He pressed a water bottle to my hand.
I didn’t move.
Angrily, he grabbed it from me and twisted the cap off. He shoved it back into my hand, squeezing the bottle and covering me with the icy liquid. I let out a small squeak of surprise, and he took that opportunity to pour it into my mouth. I submitted and swallowed the drink before he drowned me.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked. “I liked you so much.”
“You like me? Don’t you like everyone?” he snarled. “It doesn’t matter. Sluts
like you are available everywhere. There are plenty of clean girls who like me.
You disappointed me. You could have been someone special to me. Instead, you
turned out to be another very expensive piece of ass. I’ll expect payment in full for the gifts and other expenses for this evening.” He laughed as if he was telling me a joke. His cold laughter rippled through me.
“Please take me home,” I pleaded. “I won’t tell anyone what happened.”
His face had a vacant look. My words were futile. He couldn’t hear me. The
voice that came out of him was unfamiliar. “You were such a good girl the first
time. I think we’ll have a bit more fun before I tuck you into your bed.”
A wave of nausea rolled over me. I began gagging, and he grabbed my hair
and shoved a trash can under my face. “Get puke in my limo and you’re dead.”
The contents of my stomach emptied as I violently retched. When there was
no more inside, he handed me water.
“Swish and spit.”
After, he took the bucket, I heard gravel under the tires, and the vehicle began to slow. Everything became blurry and blocks of black flashed before my
eyes.
The limo stopped, and the door flung open. Travis peered in.
“Help me,” I groggily called out.
Leaning in towards me, his face grew with concern. “You need my help, Miss?”
“Yes, please. He…” I couldn’t say it out loud.
He held out his hand to me, and I quickly grasped it. I clung to my savior.
Christopher followed close behind.
“Is this true, Mr. Christopher? Does Miss Chase need help?” Travis held me
close to him.
For one moment, I thought I was saved. The driver smiled down on me, and
both men began to laugh.
The driver grabbed my arm and leaned in close to my face. “I’d love to help
you, if you suck my dick.”
I recoiled in fear, but there was nowhere to go. Christopher grabbed my other
elbow, and both men carried me towards a three-story beach house. The sound of
waves crashing against the beach filled me with fear. He was going to kill me and throw me in the ocean.
As we reached the doorway of the home, I tried to jerk away from them, but
I was held harder.
“You have a feisty one tonight,” Travis said.
Christopher shrugged. “She should quiet down when the G kicks in. You will
be paid well at the end of the night, so get your hands off my fucking date. I like my girls clean.”
