Captive to the Dark by Alaska Angelini Read Free Book Online

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    The bowl was taken from me and laid on the other cushion. I looked up into the eyes of my abductor, only mere inches away from my own, and let my gaze burn into his soul. To what lay behind those gray orbs looking at me so intently. He needed to see I wasn’t afraid of him. That I hated him with everything in my being.
    “Tell me why I’m here and what I did to deserve this?” My hand came to my cheek. It was so swollen, I couldn’t even fit it in my palm.
    “Not yet. You need to rest.”
    “Goddamnit.” I winced through the pain. “Just tell me. What does my father have that’s so important you had to take me to get your point across?”
    Nothing. Not a single word came from him. With every minute that passed, I could feel my body getting heavy. Sleep. I needed some of that. But not here. Not like this. I wiggled, but knew it was useless. He held on, content with just holding me. I didn’t understand. This wasn’t the normal behavior of someone who went around kidnapping people, was it? This man didn’t look like a thug or convict. The house he lived in, the clothes he wore, the smell of his cologne, it all spoke of money. Not to mention, he let me see his face. Did he plan on killing me in the end? Is that where the small amount of affection came in to play? Maybe remorse for what he was going to have to do?
    A door opened and two men walked inside. I recognized them from the boat. The first had to be close to almost seven feet tall, while the other was maybe six feet. The taller of the two was bald, but from the look of him, it wasn’t age that made him decide not to have hair. He looked maybe thirty, possibly a little older. The other was maybe mid-twenties, but he had dark skin and dark eyes. One look into his face and I felt pure terror. That one wasn’t right. He was evil.
    My stare moved to my captor. I’d gotten that impression from him at first, too. He held the emptiness within, but where he could be kind, I knew the other one wasn’t. Shit, I needed to get out of here. Was it possible to escape? In time, I’d find out. The moment I was back to normal, I was going to run like hell. Where? I didn’t care. Just away from here.
    “Connection is all set up and waiting on you. Whenever you’re ready.”
    Suddenly, I was being cradled. He followed them through a large gourmet kitchen and into what I thought was a pantry. As we descended down the stairs, I clutched to his shirt, ready to tear into his face with my nails if I needed to.
    “I’m going to put you on a chair, gag you, and tie you up. If you fight me or do anything that pisses me off, I’m going to leave you there for three days. Do you understand?”
    There was no way I was going to escape if I was locked down in an underground room. I swallowed hard as a dim light gave view of the wooden chair he spoke of. Electrical equipment, a camera, and monitors were set up throughout. Chills raced from head to toe. Was he here to make a video? Like a porno? Or was this going to be for my father? God, I hoped it was the latter. “I promise not to fight.”
    “Good.” He sat me down and reached for my arms, pulling them behind my back. The hemp burned into my skin with each wrap around my forearms. My eyes closed on contact. Damn, I loved the feeling of rope. Well, I had, before this. The tiny spark of arousal faded as he backed away and came to kneel before me. His hands eased up my dress to settle it in my lap. Our eyes met and held as he tied up my feet. With each bind of rope, my breathing got heavier, more labored. I couldn’t help it. It only made me more pissed off. “That should do it.” He took a ball gag from the taller man and my eyes flew open.
    “Wait.” I looked between them. “Isn’t there cloth or something you can put in my mouth instead? What are we doing? Please.” I began to panic. The only thing keeping me sane was that I was in a chair. They couldn’t fuck me if I was sitting down. But I was already tied, and