I'm trapped in a cabin with Viktor Petrovski, the horrible man who is blackmailing my mother and holding me captive until she gets the cases against his son and associates dropped. I don't know if my mother will be capable of fulfilling the things he has asked of her and if she doesn't I don't know what that means for me.
Viktor runs his hand down my leg and grabs my hurt ankle causing me to buck forward, yelling out in pain.
"I love to hear a woman scream!" He says, leaning over me, his lips gently touching my neck. He moves up to nibble on my ear. His ringing cell phone draws his attention from me.
"Help me, I'm being held hostage! My name is..." I scream when he answers his phone, hoping that somehow the person on the other end might be able to save me. Viktor backhands me, knocking me temporarily unconscious.
"This was not a wise thing to do." Viktor says sitting down beside me when he walks back in the room after finishing his call. He holds a pocketknife in his hand that he flips open and waves the blade in front of my face. I lay paralyzed in fear clamping my eyes shut tight. I can feel his breath on my face as he slowly slides the blade up and down my skin.
"Beg for your life." He says sadistically biting on my ear.
There is a catch in my throat, I am trying to speak words but no sounds are coming out.
"Please...." I say. The only audible word I could spit out.
"Please what? You want me to touch you?" He says, mockingly. "Absolutely, I can do that."
He runs his hand along my body, tracing every inch and curve. He climbs on top of me wedging his legs between mine. He spreads his legs to make an opening for his fingers to explore my nether parts. He pokes and prods at my pussy stopping only long enough to taste my juices on his fingers.
"What do you want now, angel?" He says, sitting up on the bed. He slashes the tape off my wrists with his knife and then yanks me up to a sitting position. "You want me to fuck your ass, is that what you said?"
"No." I shake my head violently nearly hyperventilating.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement coming from the living room. I look over to see Ty, all bloodied and bruised, sneaking up behind a man standing guard just outside the bedroom door. He places a finger over his mouth and then grabs the man's head and twists it in one swift movement. The man sinks to the floor in a crumpled heap. Ty then motions for me to duck. I lower my head into Viktor's lap.
"Oh, Miss Connelly, you are more like your mother than I imagined." Viktor says in a sickeningly arrogant tone. A shot rings out and Viktor slumps over on top of me with a bullet hole in his head.
"Are you okay?" Ty says, pulling me out from underneath Viktor's lifeless body.
"I'm fine. Let's get out of here."
He grabs his duffle bag off the floor and slips his arm around my waist. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and we scramble toward the front door. My adrenaline is pumping so hard that I can barely feel the pain as we make our way to the black Cadillac Escalade parked in the driveway.
"Get in!" Ty says opening the driver's side door and pushing me inside. I climb over to the passenger's side seat grabbing his bag as he climbs in. He starts the ignition just as a car comes barreling down the road. Bullets fly as two men jump out of the car and run toward us. Ty throws the car in reverse and peels out of the gravel driveway sending rocks flying through the air at the men.
