Chapter 13

The Velcro straps made a loud ripping noise as he adjusted the band on my left wrist. He’d already managed to secure my feet to the bed while I was sleeping. Sitting on my chest, he had my right hand pinned under his knee.

“Hello freak.” His voice was hushed and drenched in malicious intent.

Anger ripped through me with the word ‘freak’ and I began bucking my hips wildly in attempts to throw him off. Growling and snarling, I opened my mouth wide to scream. I needed to get the attention of anyone outside the door. My greatest hope was that Keanu was nearby and would save me.

Slamming his hand over my mouth, Meyers leaned over and whispered in my ear, his voice low and the heat from his breath brushing past my skin. “Shhhh…you wouldn’t want to ruin the party, would you?”

Pulling a roll of duct tape from inside his suit jacket, he held my mouth with one hand and with the other he pulled a piece of tape free and ripped it with his teeth.

Realizing the danger I was in and what his intentions were, I struggled with every ounce of energy I had. I cursed his strength as he placed the tape over my mouth and then proceeded to lock my right hand into the Velcro tieback.

“There, that’s better.” Climbing off of me, his dark blue eyes scanned my body, pausing on my chest. Fear overwhelmed me as my anxiety peaked. My breath came in short, uncontrolled spurts as tears flooded out of my eyes.

“Pity they didn’t clean you up first. Oh well, I’m not picky.” A Cheshire smile crept across his face as his fingers walked up the top of my thigh and slid across my stomach.

His baby face made him the perfect unsuspecting predator.

Adrenaline fired and I felt my eyes get very wide. He seemed to read my thoughts utilizing my expression of terror. “That’s right freak, I’m going show you the way humans do it, won’t that be nice.”

Oh god! He’s going to rape me!

Shaking my head vehemently from side to side and thrashing my body back and forth, I protested with every ounce of energy I had left.

Reaching down to his ankle, he produced a knife from under his black pant leg.

“You be a good little freak and you just might live through this.” He stated as he glided the blade along the inside of my thigh, passed my stomach and up to my neck.

Sobbing hard, I closed my eyes and prayed for it to be over quickly.

“Mmmmm….Keanu’s got good taste in freaks.”

I felt him rip open my shirt, cut the straps of my bra with the knife and expose my breasts. Molesting my body, he groaned as he assaulted me.

I didn’t open my eyes again until it was over—it didn’t occur to me that this was going to be a reoccurring nightmare, but it was.