Page 7 of Traitor
My head lobbed back as the sound of footsteps pitter-pattered below me. The world felt as if it were all swirling together before a bright light made me groan. My arm threw itself over my eyes like it had a mind of its own, and before I knew it I felt myself sitting down on the most comfortable set of cushions I’d ever felt in my life.
And the smell of food made my stomach hurt with hunger.
“Is that peanut butter?” I asked softly.
Lorenzo pulled up a chair in front of me. “It is. Peanut butter and fresh grape jelly on toast. I’ve also got poached eggs on a bed of buttered rice, fried ham, and fresh olives for a nice morning martini.”
My mouth watered so much I almost drooled. “What did I do to deserve this?”
He chuckled. “Being a good girl for me, that’s what.”
My skin crawled at the nickname. “I’m not your good girl.”
And the second the words shot forth from the tip of my tongue, he pinned me to the couch.
“Ah!” I shrieked.
He forced my legs open. “You’ll be my good little girl or you’re going to be snake food, got it?”
I tried to fight him, but I was much too weak. “Please, don’t do this.”
I heard the buckle of his pants jingling. “You think you can turn me down? Refuse my food and rot down there like the stubborn bitch you are?”
“Help! Someone help me!”
And when I cried out, I felt him stuff something inside my mouth. A piece of salty-tasting cloth that quickly crept down the back of my throat and made me gag.
He’s going to suffocate me.
“If you don’t want to give yourself over willingly,” he said as he pulled out his cock, “then I’ve got no issues taking what’s rightfully mine.”
I muffled out the words ‘I’ll never be yours’, but halfway through the statement I started to choke. His hand gripped my hair, pulling my head off to the side as a shooting pain worked its way down my neck. I cried out in horror as I felt his leaking dick against my thigh. Tears rushed my cheeks as he smacked my tits, watching them bounce for his viewing pleasure.
And just when I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance, a burst of energy shot through my veins.
“No!” I shrieked.
I drew my leg back and caught the heel of my shoe against his gut. I pushed as hard as I could, listening as he groaned in pain. I heard fabric tearing as his grip on me loosened, and I had enough sense to wiggle onto the floor.
And with my hands freed, I pulled the cloth out from the back of my throat.
Only to see that he had stuffed a pair of his fucking dirty-ass boxers down my throat.
“Oh, shit,” I gagged.
I hit my knees and vomited right there on his marble floors. My stomach caved in on itself as bile worked its way up the back of my throat. It spewed from between my lips, carrying the weight of the world as well as twinges of blood with it. My entire body quivered as urine seeped down my leg. The smell of it alone was enough to curl my nose, but it had nothing on the taste of blood and bile coating the inside of my cheeks.
“You nasty bitch,” Lorenzo growled.
And with a grunt, he crashed his foot against my stomach.
I collapsed against the pool of bile beneath me and felt it eroding away at my cheek. I gasped for air as his hand fisted my tendrils, pulling my head all the way back. I strained for air as pain rushed over my body. I saw his angry eyes upside down before he cracked his hand against my cheek.
“You’re useless. I don’t know why the fuck Mateo kept you around in the first place,” he hissed.
He pulled me up from the floor and the smell of food fell behind me much too quickly. I stumbled to try and gain my balance, but I didn’t want to kick off my heels. They were the only weapon I had at my disposal, and I knew that if he took them from me I’d be a goner.
And that’s exactly what he did once he threw me over his shoulder.
