Saturday night, at 11:43 P.M….

It was the dreaded time of day. It was time to go to sleep. I didn’t want these nightmares or these tortured realities. I wanted home and my sister and fall break spent on vacation.

Just more hopeless wishes.

“Come on, darling.” Ryan murmured. He hopped into the bunk and as I felt fear prickle against my skin, begging to escape, I started towards the bunk. Ricky grabbed my arm.

“Yell if you need me.” He whispered. He would only be in the bunk diagonal of me. I nodded and knew that I would yell loud enough for the world to take notice of my presence.

Ricky kissed my head before jumping back into his bunk where I had my sweatshirt and my ipod there. Both items were tucked away in a safe place where only he would know. I saw the curtains close…but not all the way.

Hoping into Ryan’s bunk, he helped pull me in. My eyes widened in fear as I saw him shirtless laying with some of the blankets tucked around him.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m not drunk and I actually have my pants on this time.” He grumbled. I let out a small sigh of relief and tried to position myself as far away from him as I could without it seeming so noticeable.

Alas, it didn’t work.

He pulled me against his chest so that I was face deep in his shoulder. His lips brushed against my cheek. The strong hands traced patterns on my back so that I froze as stiff as a board.

My mind screamed to run, but that sense of having to obey quenched each cry.

His hands trailed down to my hips and I shivered. Ryan’s nails bit into my thigh and butt.

“Behave.” He growled sharply. I whimpered until he released me. The man’s hands still lingered uncomfortably low but I was forced to stay still. His lips attacked my jawline with sleepy kisses. As much as I tried to sink into the pillow, I couldn’t retreat far enough.

“Come on, babe. Go to sleep.” He murmured. I didn’t respond but did close my eyes and attempted to pass out. If I couldn’t fall asleep easily, I would try to pass out from the constant burn from my thighs.

As the minutes wore on, I couldn’t ignore that his had was tracing little circles on my hip and lower. At ten minutes, I was in full anxiety mode.

This whole “kidnapping and being a slave” thing was really bad for my blood pressure and anxiety.

Squirming out of his grasp, I was panting from the sudden heat. Ryan growled and rolled on top of me. Before I could yell out for Ricky, Ryan clamped a hand over my mouth and twisted my collar so I couldn’t breathe.

“If you dare call out for Horror, I’ll kill you.” He snarled quietly. My eyes went wide. I read his body language and expression. I had always been good at reading that stuff.

And I knew he meant what he said.

I was nothing to him, so if he killed me, it wouldn’t keep him awake at night.

I nodded vigorously and he removed his cover from my mouth, but kept a hand on my chains. They released a little pressure for me to breathe, but it was a constant warning.

“Now I’ll say it again. Behave.” He whispered forcefully. Pulling me into his chest again, his lips attacked my neck with more lovebite trails until he passed out. I followed suit soon after that.

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