Chapter 25
Dove
I want to fucking kill him. But I'm helpless here. He rules me in this room and we both know it. So, I close my eyes and pray for it all to go away. Pray that this is just a bad dream and I'll wake up back in my room, with Robin close by, with Sam still around. But I know it won't happen. This is my reality now. I'm Nox's captive.
A gasp rips itself from me as he continues his assault on my pussy. He's gentle, painfully gentle, bringing me so close to an orgasm I have to fight my own instincts so I don't moan his name. But every time I get just close enough, a finger's brush away from an orgasm, he takes the pleasure away.
I know what he wants me to do but I won't give it to him. Yet with every stroke of his fingers, I get closer to conceding, to admitting he's won one battle, if not the war.
I open my eyes, staring at the girl in the mirror. Maybe if I pretend it isn't me, I can say the words he wants to hear. My bottom lip trembles as I struggle to get those traitorous words out. I tell myself I don't have to mean them. I just have to say them for his benefit, so he'll leave me the fuck alone.
"Go on, Dove," he mutters in my ear. "Be a good little slut for me... Show me how good you can be, and I'll reward you."
"I..." I bite my lower lip. How can it be this hard? They're just words... They don't have to mean anything. "I love..."
"Say it," he taunts me, fingers brushing against my clit and bringing me a step closer to madness. "I love myself. Go on, Dove. Just fucking say it. Be a good girl for me."
Everything in my body resists this, but I know he won't stop if I don't say it. And yet a part of me doesn't want it. A part of me is desperate for him to continue his assault on me. I want to blame him for everything bad that's happened to me these past few months... And at the same time, I never want him to fucking stop.
"I love... m-myself." I shift my gaze in the mirror, glaring at him as he pulls back with a smirk on his face. "Aren't you... aren't you going to..."
"What?" he laughs in my face. "Make you come? Dream on, Dove. You'll have to beg a lot harder for that."
I stare at him incredulously as he walks toward the door. "Wait."
"Oh?" He grins at me. "Ready to beg already?"
"Where's the bathroom? Where's the water? What am I going to eat?"
"Behind that mirror is a small bathroom." He motions carelessly to the right. "You can use the toilet and wash up in there. Water's there too along with a glass. Don't even think about hurting yourself or trying to hurt me, because I'll punish you so much, you'll never make the same mistake again."
I purse my lips, staring at him with annoyance. "People will look for me, you know."
"Oh, will they now. Maybe I'll just make you write a note to let them know you're okay."
"You're sick." My lip curls at him in disgust. "You're a monster."
"I've been called worse, Dove."
With those words, he leaves me alone in the room of mirrors. I close my eyes and lean back, wishing this wasn't real. Wishing he would have let me come. Wishing for him to never take me away from here... Because it means being with him. And my sick heart yearns for nothing more than to be his unwilling toy.
***
I'm going to die in this room, alone.
A shiver travels down my spine, chilling me to the bone. I don't know how long I've been alone in here for, but it feels like hours. I've tried to keep count of the minutes ticking by, but I have no real idea of time here, with these mirrors on every wall instead of windows. I found the bathroom which was small as Nox described. I washed up. I drank water. I wished I were brave enough to end my own life.
But Nox was right. There's nothing like one's life being put in danger to put things into perspective. And I'd never been more eager to survive.
He reappears what feels like hours later. The entire time, I’d lain on the mattress in the corner of the room, eyes firmly closed so I didn’t have to stare at my own reflection on the ceiling.
"Having fun?" Nox asks as he enters the room again.
"Fuck off." I refuse to open my eyes. I don't want to look at him, don't want to see him. All I care about is time passing, because it brings me one step closer to someone suspecting something's wrong. Someone coming to rescue me. I will never trust a man again after this, of that, I'm sure. I grit my teeth together refusing to look at Nox even as he kneels next to me, gently brushing his fingertips over my face.