Her Last Goodbye (Morgan Dane Book 2) by Melinda Leigh

Author:Melinda Leigh [Leigh, Melinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781542047968
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2017-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

The door opened, and he came in, his black-masked face like a doll with no features.

Chelsea’s heart jolted as she scampered off the cot, eyes cast down at her bare toes. Her body was sore, but she’d eaten the protein bar from that morning, sipped water, and moved around enough to prevent further stiffness from settling into her bruised limbs.

The calories and hydration had helped, though she was careful to move as if she was weak and timid. He seemed to like that.

He held a canvas bag in his hand. When he set it down on the floor, it jangled. Not food.

Apprehension stirred in her belly. Something was different in his posture, his attitude.

“I have something special planned for you tonight.” Excitement vibrated through his tone.

Chelsea’s pulse quickened. Sweat broke out between her shoulder blades and breasts as anxiety blossomed into real fear.

“Say the rules,” he commanded, as he had every time he’d come into the container.

She repeated them.

“Repeat number one.”

“I belong to you. I will do what you say without question. I am your property.”

He opened the bag at his feet. “Lay on the cot, facedown.”

She backed to the wall, her bones trembling. “No. Please.”

The words barely left her mouth before she realized her mistake.

He straightened, anger tensing his body. “What did you say?”

She slapped a hand over her mouth.

“I thought we’d gotten past that.” He shook his head in disappointment as he stepped closer. “Not only did you speak without permission, but you dared to defy me.”

The blow came with lightning speed. Delivered with an open hand, the slap stunned and stung without affecting her consciousness. Still, the force of it sent her reeling. She landed on her knees, the impact with the wooden floor ringing pain through her legs.

“I will not repeat myself again.” His words were slow and deliberate, menacing. “On the cot. Facedown.”

Chelsea’s entire body shook, but she couldn’t seem to move. Her limbs were useless.

“I guess we still have some work to do.” He grabbed the handles of his bag with one hand and took a handful of her hair with the other. Her scalp screamed as he dragged her onto the cot.

“Don’t move.”

She turned her head to watch as he removed thick leather straps from the bag. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she couldn’t stop the sobs that poured from her mouth.

What is he going to do?

He took one hand and firmly tied it to the leg of the cot. Then he did the same with the other. He pulled her dress up to her waist before strapping her torso and legs down.

Cold air caressed Chelsea’s exposed legs and buttocks.

This is it. He’s going to rape me now.

But he left the room. Minutes passed. She had no idea how much time went by. Her heart thundered. Sweat poured from her armpits. Gooseflesh rippled on her bare skin, and her stomach flipped inside out as she waited.

When the door opened, she startled, her pulse sprinting with a fresh burst of panic. He had a box in his hands.

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