Chapter 17: Twisted mind

Yes I did have a bit of a dark twisted mind at times. Most writers do. But he was wrong. The dark pasts are merely to give light to the future. To give the main character her strength, to know what she had to over come. My twisted mind is also my escape. I wasn't turned on by him, I simply Locked myself away as I am doing now. I am conscious of what he's doing. His hand slipping down toying with my clit.

Mark: You came all over my cock.

He whispers in my ear plunging a finger inside. His other hand squeezes my breasts while his hard cock presses my back side.

Mark: No one knows you like I do.

He kisses the back of my neck before removing the shirt he had given me. I continue staring at the fire noticing a thick branch sticking partially out. It would be hot. I could burn my hand but if I could grab it fast enough maybe I could hurt him enough to lock my self in the bedroom find some cloths and escape.

Mark: On your hands and knees.

He stands to remove his sweat pants as I move forward on my knees wrapping the shirt around my hand. My breath stills, my palms sweat, my heart pounds in my ears. It all happens so fast. The burning end of the branch makes contact with the side of his head as he was partially bent over. I find my self in the bedroom with the door locked. The first place I look on instinct was the dresser next to the bed. The top was full of new panties, the second drawer had socks while the last had sweats and leggings. I quickly throw on layers of leggings socks and sweats. I find women's boots in the closet with shirts, hoodies and snow jackets. As I slip into the boots, the door suddenly flies open.

The feeling of total terror. Struck like in a horror movie. There's black ash and blood running down the front of his ear. I reach down grabbing the first thing I see. A mens hiking boot. Throwing it as hard as I can I run for the standing lamp in the corner near the bed and swing as he tackles me to the ground. He struggles to grab my wrists but I come up with my knee causing him to fall to his side. This is my last chance. I grab his head and knee him in the face and run grabbing the jacket I dropped near the closet. Panic rises as I fumble to get the front door open. He calls out my name with a painful cry. Finally throwing the door open I bolt out running blindly in the dark of night. It's not long before my legs begin to burn, weighing heavy in the deep snow. My fingers are frozen, my lungs and cheeks sting.

The moon and stars give a slight guiding glow to the surface of the snow, but straight ahead is complete darkness. Through my ragged breath and the sound of snow crunching beneath my feet I hear what sounds like a semi truck horn blowing in the distance. But my body is shutting down. My legs barely move.

Willow: Come on Willow.

I make it all but another 5 minutes before collapsing. Images of Liam flash through my mind. His warm gentle smile. His beautiful golden eyes. His deep vibrating voice. I drag myself up managing to stumble a few more feet before my vision starts to blur. The faded sound of foot steps crunching in the snow draws closer. I feel my body lifted weightlessly off the ground. His voice is but a whisper as darkness consumes me. I fade in and out of consciousness until the warm water burns my frost bitten skin. With my hands bound I struggle to keep my head above water as I slip further into the tub. A hand quickly shoots down pulling me up.

I glance over his clean appearance noticing the only thing that remains from my attempted escape is a small cut on his lip. He flashes a half smile and starts washing my hair. I bring my knees into my chest and wonder if anyone from Eagle eye will ever find me. My mind wonders to this man. Why did he go out and save me. Why is he caring for me rather than torturing me for hurting him and trying to escape.

Willow: Why did you save me.

I mustered softly as the water started to cool and I started to shiver. He pulled the plug and stood me up wrapping a big towel around me.

Mark: I love you.

He lifts me out of the tub, removing the wet straps from my wrists, and takes his time drying me.

Mark: You think you've escaped punishment.

He chuckles as he grabs a fist full of hair tightly and kisses me with need and anger. With out another word he leads me back into the bedroom and shoved me face forward on the bed. Before I realize what's happening he has both my hands strapped with my arms above my head. He copies every move repeats every word Max did and said to Kylie in "A Bounty's love" in chapter 5: Broken promises. Each ankle is tightly strapped and legs pulled apart wide. The snap of a lid causes my fear to rise. The cold liquid being rubbed against my ass causes me to tense.

Willow: Please don't do this.

I beg and plead. But he ignores my cry pressing his tip to the entrance of my ass.

Mark: Take it like a good girl.

He pushes his dick through in one quick motion all the way to his balls. The pain rips through me and I scream again in a desperate plea to make him stop. Ignoring my cries he pulls back to the tip and rams him self forward, hard and fast. He digs his fingers into my hips continuing to pound me from behind punishing me physically. As I had done before, as I use to do with Brett, I lock myself away internally. When he finishes himself he retreats to the bathroom. Once the shower turns off he returns with a wet cloth cleaning me as he did before. He removes one leg strap and one wrist strap, lifting me up further onto the bed. He locks his fingers with my free hand and curls it under me as he pulls my back tightly into his chest. Perhaps it was from the drugs, or just sheer exhaustion as the night has now turned to day, but sleep came and I welcomed it with hopes I might wake up and this will all be over.

The clock read 2:00 when I stirred awake, very aware of his presence with a leg draped over mine and an arm still wrapped around my chest. He gives my hand a squeeze. My jaw ticks with disgust. When he releases me to use the bathroom I am painfully reminded of what he had done just hours ago. He helps me into some cloths, which isn't much, a thong and matching bra and a silk nighty. He ties my hands behind my back before taking me with him to the kitchen. Setting me securely on the counter away from any utensils he starts pulling things out of the fridge to make a sandwhich. After cutting a few small bite size pieces he settles between my legs, slowly lifting a piece to my lips.

I turn my head away from him in refusal. He touches the back of my jaw with the back of one hand. Pressing my cheek into my shoulder I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. His hand roams down my neck between my breasts. My skin crawls with disgust as his hand continues down my stomach.

Mark: I can give you everything you desire.

His hand lowers between my thighs. Turning my head I look straight into his dark hooded eyes.

Willow: I already have everything I desire.

I wedge a knee up pushing him on the hip. He grabs my thighs pulling me further into him against his erection.

Mark: A life with a fireman who can never give you children.

He growls kissing my neck. I continue to squirm in some useless attempt to get away from him. But the more I do the tighter his grip becomes. The harder he presses his cock against my entrance.

Willow: and yet that is the life I would chose a thousand times over.

He slides the thin layer of satin material away and presses his tip into my entrance.

Mark: But I can give you children.

His teeth graze my collar bone as he forced himself further.

Mark: Your mind is as dark and twisted as mine. We are meant to be. Look how wet you are. You desire my cock. You want my seed.

I slam my back against the cuboard bringing both knees in and kicking him away from me as I leap off the counter. I have no where to run. I just needed to get away from him even if only for a second. I make it but two feet before he has me by my waist. His laugh is low and evil shooting a fear in me I hadn't felt before. But my adrenaline was rising to a new level. I wasn't going to be his submissive captive. Bringing my feet down hard I use his shins as leverage as I fly my head back landing a nose shot. He stumbles back letting me go briefly. I wasn't done yet. I take my shot, a foot to his crotch, but this time he catches my foot before contact and pulls.

Losing my balance I fall hard on my back. Something pops and the pain becomes excruciating. I landed on my hands and I know immediately my left is broken. Through his madness he seems to sense what has happened. Maybe doctor instinct. He sits me up and removes the restraints. My right pinky is crooked and swelling is immediate. He holds my arm up and examines it. Helping me up he walks me into the bedroom setting me on the bed with my back against the head board. He straps in my right hand and foot before disappearing into the closet for a giant duffle bag.

Willow: Please no!

I cry out as he fills a syringe with a clear liquid from a vile he pulled out of the bag. With out a word he injects it into my arm. A coldness shoots through my body as my head becomes a fog. I don't lose complete consciousness this time. Instead I fall into a rather stoned like state. My arm feels like jello as he moves it.

Willow: What did you give me.

I mumble.

Mark: A mild sedative so I can reset your finger and bandage it.

Willow: Mother fucker!

I scream out in pain as he pops my finger back in place and bandages it up with a half splint. The pain dulls as the drugs kick in more and I find myself giggling. My body tingles everywhere as I slide down into the pillows and close my eyes. I feel his hand sliding my panties down as he parts my legs and lays his full weight on my pelvis. Everything else becomes a big blur. Hours pass and I soon fall into a depression as the thought of never being found or escaping becomes more evident. It's eerily quiet and dark. My hand is throbbing letting me know the drug is wearing off. I realize I have sweats and socks on and a sweatshirt. I welcome the warmth but question why he would dress me. Where is he?

Willow: Mark

It's barely a whisper at first. I try to swallow through the dryness of my throat

Willow: Mark!

I yell loud enough for anyone to hear. Still it's quiet. With my exposed thumb and pointer finger on my bandaged hand I make quick work of the strap around my right and the two on me feet. Peaking out the bedroom door through the darkness there is no sign of him. I quickly locate the boots in the closet and the big winter coat from my first attempt and bolt for the door freezing just short of the handle, when I hear foot steps outside and keys jingle. Quickly I push the little table next to the door wedging it under the handle. Next I start pushing on the heavy wood framed couch. It scraped along the wood floors barely budging. Mark pounds on the door breaking the little table away just as I slam the couch in it's place. I spot another door through the kitchen and make a run for it. The cold instantly bites at my nose and cheeks but it's no longer snowing and the night sky is clear. I make it a step before his arms are around me.

Willow: No!

I scream bloody murder. Kicking and screaming, I pound on his back as he throws me over his shoulder before throwing me on the kitchen floor, slamming the door shut. Anger fuels his eyes. His lips curl as he lets out a gruffly breath. Unexpectedly he pulls out a gun, grabbing my chin forcing me to look into his crazed eyes. He runs the gun down my cheek.

Mark: How far did you think you would get this time.

I pull from his grip and catch movement just outside the window. He looks over his shoulder trying to see what I saw. Maybe it was just my imagination. Side effect of the drug.

Mark: It would seem you haven't learned your lesson yet. He points the gun at me and gestures to the bedroom as he rises pulling me with him.