Chapter 16: Captive

Day before. Willows perspective:

The whisper of my name has my lids peeling open. Blurred by sleep I reach to wipe them clear only to find my wrists bound by cuffs attached the post of a bed. Flashes of the last thing I remember pop into my head. Mark injecting me with something. I close my eyes taking in slow breaths in attempt to calm my panic. I hear my name again only this time a little more than a whisper. His hot breath sends a chill through my entire body, I feel the weight of his arm draped under my breasts, with one hand firmly squeezing a tit. My lids fly open. The presence of his erection pressing against my lower back side has my heart pounding from my chest, my ears ringing in fear, my skin crawling.

In an attempt to flee I jerk my body out from under him only to find my self half suspended by restraints. He chuckles at my pathetic attempt to struggle as he pulls be back into the bed by his one arm still firmly wrapped around me. With a jerk he pulls me tightly against his still present erection.

Mark: There is no use fighting it my pet.

He brushes hair away from my face pressing his lips to my cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut pulling on the restraints till my wrists burned. He reached over me pulling something from under the bed and my arms suddenly pull higher above my head.

Mark: The more you fight the tighter I will have to make these.

He moves away for a moment and suddenly my left leg pulls straight. It was in that moment I realize I was naked. I struggle to pull my right leg in as I continue pulling on my arm restraints.

Mark: Shhhh. My sweet Willow. Just relax.

His hand slides down my stomach toying with my clit. I felt so cold and terrified my every muscle twitched. Tears stung my eyes as I squeezed them tighter. My jaw chattered as his lips pressed against mine. I turn my head still trying to squeeze my thighs together and clenching myself in a hopeless effort to keep his fingers from going inside. Suddenly his hand flew up, his fingers dug into my cheeks forcing my lips back to his. I let out a weak whimper and sucked in a breath I had been holding.

Mark: ty prinadlezhish' mne (you are mine)

The Russian words cause me to still myself as a memory came flooding back to me. Mark and I were outside the frat house. He had me pinned against a tree and we were kissing. He broke the kiss and whispered that saying into my ear before pulling back with a wide charming smile. In another flash we were inside dancing, laughing, making out. He left to get us drinks but this time in this memory it was Brett that found me and handed me a drink. It was Brett taking me down the hall way to his room. The sensation of a hard cock entering my center had my eyes flutter open while my mind slipped in and out of consciousness. Brett was fucking me. This memory felt real, too real.

Mark: God I've waited for this for too long.

His words were hot and breathy over my lips as his body moved over mine. The tip of his erect penis pressed against my clenched center. The flash backs were replaced by Mark seconds from raping me.

Willow: I remember.

He stopped and stared down into my eyes. His full of lust and confusion.

Mark: What.

Willow: That night of the party. You and I. We were hooking up but then Brett brought me a drink and it was him. He did to me that night what you're about to do right now. Why.

His eyes went dark as his jaws tightened.

Mark: I thought we had something. Then I leave you for a few minutes to get us some drinks only to find out you left with him. I didn't want to believe it but then he sent me that photo of you.

Marks fingers dug into my arms as he forces his penis through my tight center.

Mark: You let him fuck your that night.

He slams his hips down hard forcing his hard cock deeper. I cried out in pain hopelessly struggling to fight him off.

Mark: I hated you for choosing him.

He seethed through his teeth as he continues to pound into me harder.

Willow: I didn't chose him.

I screamed out as if it would matter. His body goes rigged while his cock pulsates and he stairs at me with confusion as if realizing what he had just done. Suddenly he rolls off of me and storms out of the room. I let out the sobs I had been holding back trying to curl into my self. The leg strap on my left leg had pulled loose and I manage to turn on my side tucking my knee up as high as I could away from where he had disappeared. Minutes later I felt the bed dip as a warm wet cloth was being pressed between my legs. I had endured much worse from Brett over the years only difference is he would have never given me any kind of after care. We were married and he felt it was his right as my husband to do to me as he pleased.

He finished cleaning me and tossed the cloth over onto a night stand then pulled the sheets and a heavy thick comforter over us as he wrapped his massive body around mine with his arm around my chest. He kisses my shoulder before resting his head behind mine on the pillow. As if this was normal. As if we were a couple, he was completely relaxed. I did everything I could to still my nerves. He was more dangerous than Brett.

Mark: I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean for our first time to be like this. It's just. The memories of that night stings like a knife through my heart. I was in love with you and I thought you had left with him. It wasn't until it was too late that I found out the truth. But I still didn't understand, why did you stay with him. Why wouldn't you talk to me.

I studied psychology for a long time after Pages death. Trying to help my self deal with it, and all the years with Brett. But it was also a way to try and understand the mind of people like Mark in order be a better writer. I realized quickly what type of person Mark really was. I had learned how to endure the physical pain from Bretts abuse in order to protect my mind.

But the difference now was, I wasn't that cowardly shy woman anymore. Mark could have my body but he will never have my heart or break my soul.

Willow: He made me believe it was you. Now that it was, are you proud of your self.

His body tenses up. It felt like he was about to say something but I needed to go to the bathroom.

Willow: I need to pee.

I didn't ask. I demanded! He removes the straps from my ankles and starts removing the ones on my wrists while staring at me.

Mark: We are miles from any where in the middle of a blizzard!

It was his way of saying, so don't try anything. It's all he had to say. Even if I could get the drop on him I was naked with no idea where we were. I wouldn't last two minutes like this out in a blizzard. I nodded my silent understanding at him as I rubbed my wrist and slipped through the door way he was pointing at. I did my business while looking around but of course there was nothing in the bathroom that I could use as a weapon. After splashing some water on my face I took a long look at my self in the mirror. There was no sense in fighting unless I knew I had some slim chance of successfully escaping, and the only way I could do that was to give myself freely. To gain his trust til he let his guard down.

Willow: Oh Liam.

I whispered to my self. Would he ever forgive me. The thought caused my knees to buckle beneath me as I sobbed, barely holding myself up by the sink. I took a few minutes to compose my self and opened the door to uncertainty. Mark was standing there in just a pair of sweats. It's obvious by his muscles he's going to be a challenge. He holds out a t-shirt for me to put on.

Mark: Soups ready.

It's all he says as he turns and walks out of the bedroom. I wasn't sure if I could stomach anything right now but I knew I needed to.

I toss the large grey shirt over my head and follow him to a small kitchen table between the kitchen and living room. It was a small cabin. The fire place was so big it took up most of one wall of the living room. Both windows on either side of the front door and the one smaller window in the kitchen above the sink were all frosted over. It looked as if we were snowed in. I let out a sigh of defeat as I dragged myself to sit in the chair he had pulled out for me. He set a bowl of creamy looking soup down in front of me and sprinkled some chopped ham and cheese over top. I cut him a look with a raised brow.

Mark: Ham and potato soup still your favorite?

I looked away submissively and nodded. I waited for him to sit down and start eating before I forced my self to eat.

Mark: How is it?

Willow: Good, thank you.

I finish swallowing the last bite I took, and answered with out looking at him. He grabs my chin gently with his finger forcing me to look at him. My stomach muscles were starting to hurt from the constant anxiety shivers. I felt as though I was trapped on the highest point of a rollercoaster ready to completely lose it as I sit their suspended deathly afraid of heights. Waiting for it to drop. I wasn't sure I could do this.

Mark: If Brett hadn't drugged you and taken you from me. Would you have slept with him?

Willow: Is that what the bet was? Who I would have slept with that night!

I snapped! He looked almost amused by my outburst.

Mark: Yes, but he cheated.

Willow: No. I wouldn't have slept with him that night. Or you! I had morals.

His smile widens from ear to ear. He leans over kissing me like I was his.

Mark: I'm going to make your every deep dark fantasy come true.

My eyes widen, my heart slams against my chest. What the fuck. Before I can respond he takes the dishes to the sink. I look around trying to find something anything. I sneak over to the large fire place welcoming the heat though it did nothing for the constant chill in my spine. There's not even a poker for the fire. I sit on the white shaggy rug bringing my knees to my chest and stare blankly at the flames. Memorized by the flickering lights I hadn't heard him come up from behind. The second his hands touched my shoulders I jerked away.

Mark: You're cold.

He sits behind me wrapping a blanket around us and brings me into his lap. At that moment the only thing I could think about was Mary and the kids.

Willow: Is Mary and the kids ok.

Mark: Yes they're fine. I would have never done anything to the kids.

Willow: But you would have hurt Mary?

His grip tightens around my wrists.

Willow: What happened to Dr. Benson.

His chest rises and falls fast against my back.

Mark: I would have taken no pleasure in hurting her. Dr. Benson couldn't live with out his wife. I merely helped him to do as he asked.

Willow: You killed him.

Mark: I helped him.

Willow: Why are you doing this.

Mark: You were suppose to choose me. I came here to New York to escape the heart ache. But when I saw you at the book signing here and read your stories, I was reminded of why I had fallen in love with you. I knew it was a sign that we were meant to be, that I was the one to give you what you really wanted.

Willow: They're just stories.

Mark: But they're your stories! You're fantasies. I know you. Your stories always have a dominate that takes what he wants. In "A bounty's love" it's not the sex scenes with Luke that turned you on, it's the rape scene with Max that turns you on isn't it. You wrote it with such lust. Imagining what it wold be like to be dominated like that. Rape turns you on. I should know. You were so wet when I fucked you earlier.