Everlasting - Christine Michelle Page 0,13

to do to me in that state. I prayed that I never found out, and more importantly, I prayed that Ever never had to either.

“Oh good, you finished,” I heard Sasha say, although it sounded like she was so far away.

“Cunt,” I managed to get out, though it was a bit slurred. She just laughed.

“You’ll have my cunt, and I promise you’ll enjoy it, lover.”

If I had any control over my body at that point, I would have vomited on her. Unfortunately, luck and bodily control weren’t on my side any longer. I was well and truly fucked. I never understood, not really, what women must go through when they were roofied. I’d thought about it, obviously, but the horror of knowing something horrible was going to happen to you, and not having a way to stop it, was even more paralyzing than the drug itself.

I never noticed before, but she had come into my room, ready to take advantage of my drugged up state. The bitch was only wearing a robe and she dropped it, crawled in the bed, and moved to straddle my lap. Inside of my head, I was screaming at my limbs to move. Not that I had much movement, but no one had come to tighten my restraints again. I was allowed a certain amount of slack when I was fed. I had enough still that if I could just get my arms to do what I wanted, I could choke the bitch to death.

“I promise, it’ll be better than old times, lover. I’ve learned a thing or two since then,” her breathy, sexy talk only made my stomach roll. For a brief moment, I wondered if maybe I would vomit, choke on it and die. It would save me from having to deal with what this bitch had planned for me. It would save me from one day having to tell Ever that I tried, and while it was out of my hands, I hadn’t been faithful to her. She was supposed to be it for me. If choices mattered, then she still was and always would be. The choice was about to be taken from me though. I wasn’t stupid. The male anatomy didn’t always listen to what your head wanted or what your heart was screaming. It responded to stimuli of a physical nature whether you wanted it to or not.

The door opened before she could get my body to comply with what she needed from me. “Sasha, we need to move!” The urgent tone in the man’s voice rang out before he rounded the door and saw what was happening. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I heard the man yell and then Sasha was bodily removed from her perch above me, as the man who had entered the room snatched her up by the hair and yanked her off. “You sick bitch. You don’t fucking do that to any man!” I heard a smack resonate in the room and then I lost my battle with the drugs. They took me under and there was no way to swim my way back to the surface to find out what happened. With any luck, the man would kill her for attempting to rape a prisoner that The Trinity Group saw as a bargaining chip.

Unfortunately for me, I didn’t wake to the end of my nightmare. Instead, I woke up in a new place. At least, I was pretty sure I was in a new place. I was strapped to a different bed, in a new room that had a completely different feel to it than the last. The previous one had been all rough-wood cabin walls and the smoky aroma of a wood-burning fireplace. This one had sheet-rocked and peach painted walls. The hue led me to believe it was the work of a woman, which didn’t instill a whole lot of confidence about where I was and who had me. If there were a God out there listening to my prayers, I sure as fuck hoped I never remembered anything she may do to me that would destroy my spirit or Ever’s faith in me. All I wanted was to get back to my family, but if there was a close second, it was that I was able to come back from whatever was done to me before I was able to get free. I still had hope, even though I knew it was in short supply, and probably