Her Sweet Surrender: Billionaire Secrets - Book Four by Drew Sinclair Page A
Authors: Drew Sinclair
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of nowhere.
But she still had her tracking device. The thought seared through her and she nearly gasped. He could find her. There was still a chance. He would never let it go, she knew him at least that well.
She had to get rid of it, but there was no time. She was dragged roughly from her seat and then the party transferred to a shack at the edge of the forest. Mitch pushed her into a small bedroom and handcuffed her to a pipe running down the wall.
"You stay here baby." He said with a disgusting grin. "I'll be back later to keep you company."
After he left the room Suzy looked around in despair and then tested the strength of the pipe she had been shackled to. It was solid, well built. If she was to break it, it would create an unmerciful racket and only a thin door separated her from the outer room. It wouldn't work. She slid down to the floor, rested her head back against the wall and drifted into deep, painful, anxious sleep.
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When she awoke later, her body wracked with pain, she had no idea how long she had been out. The worst pain of all was the tearing, searing sensation at the top of her head.
"Wakey, wakey! Come on sleeping beauty. Up and at 'em." It was Mitch and he was holding her head up by her long hair. She gulped in a deep breath and jerked her head up.
It was real. The nightmare was still here.
She had closed her eyes to this and felt it melt away, but here it was again more vivid and real than ever. Mitch was close up against her staring straight at her.
Hold on Suzy, hold on.
Something in her had to believe that Ruben wasn't going to leave her. No matter what. Even if she got rid of his tracer, he would find her and everything would be alright again.
"Whaddya say we have a little fun Suzy? You must be pretty tired out, huh? Thirsty? Hungry? Here, take this." He held up a water bottle for her. She hadn't realized it until now but she was dying of thirst. As much as she despised him she grabbed for the bottle but he drew it back.
"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast."
She looked at him deliriously. She was starving as well as parched, disoriented from her sleep with no idea as to the time of day or even what day it was. Had they drugged her? Had they given her that drug? The one that had rendered even Boyevik so docile.
"I saved your ass from that vicious old man back there, didn't I baby?"
She nodded her head slowly. It was true, he had protected her.
Stockholm syndrome. The thought floated through her mind like a mirage.
"There's no telling what that old animal would have done to a pretty girl like you."
Through the haze of her confusion a stark fear began to build.
"But I'm not an old animal like him. I'm one of the good guys, I'm looking after you baby, ain't that right?"
She nodded her head again and reached for the water bottle but he still withheld it, placing it down on the floor just beyond her reach. She couldn’t take her eyes off it - it was thirst like nothing she had ever known before.
Mitch was glaring at her, grinning lasciviously. He reached out his hand and it came slowly towards her breast, slowly, slowly.
"You want that water pretty bad, don't you baby? All you have to do is be a little nice to me, just like I was nice to you."
His hand was almost on her now. She glanced at the cool water bottle one more time and then smacked his hand away from her. She tried to spit in his face but her mouth was so dry it was painful and nothing came out.
The rejected mobster was not happy. For a moment he looked as though he could beat her to death but then the smile returned to his face.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this." He reached into his pocket, took out a ball of cotton wool, tore it in two and pushed one piece into each of his nostrils.
"What is that? What are you doing?" Suzy asked, her words slurred and painful.
"It's a little present I have for you. Something to make you a little sweeter." He reached into his pocket again and drew out a
But she still had her tracking device. The thought seared through her and she nearly gasped. He could find her. There was still a chance. He would never let it go, she knew him at least that well.
She had to get rid of it, but there was no time. She was dragged roughly from her seat and then the party transferred to a shack at the edge of the forest. Mitch pushed her into a small bedroom and handcuffed her to a pipe running down the wall.
"You stay here baby." He said with a disgusting grin. "I'll be back later to keep you company."
After he left the room Suzy looked around in despair and then tested the strength of the pipe she had been shackled to. It was solid, well built. If she was to break it, it would create an unmerciful racket and only a thin door separated her from the outer room. It wouldn't work. She slid down to the floor, rested her head back against the wall and drifted into deep, painful, anxious sleep.
********************
When she awoke later, her body wracked with pain, she had no idea how long she had been out. The worst pain of all was the tearing, searing sensation at the top of her head.
"Wakey, wakey! Come on sleeping beauty. Up and at 'em." It was Mitch and he was holding her head up by her long hair. She gulped in a deep breath and jerked her head up.
It was real. The nightmare was still here.
She had closed her eyes to this and felt it melt away, but here it was again more vivid and real than ever. Mitch was close up against her staring straight at her.
Hold on Suzy, hold on.
Something in her had to believe that Ruben wasn't going to leave her. No matter what. Even if she got rid of his tracer, he would find her and everything would be alright again.
"Whaddya say we have a little fun Suzy? You must be pretty tired out, huh? Thirsty? Hungry? Here, take this." He held up a water bottle for her. She hadn't realized it until now but she was dying of thirst. As much as she despised him she grabbed for the bottle but he drew it back.
"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast."
She looked at him deliriously. She was starving as well as parched, disoriented from her sleep with no idea as to the time of day or even what day it was. Had they drugged her? Had they given her that drug? The one that had rendered even Boyevik so docile.
"I saved your ass from that vicious old man back there, didn't I baby?"
She nodded her head slowly. It was true, he had protected her.
Stockholm syndrome. The thought floated through her mind like a mirage.
"There's no telling what that old animal would have done to a pretty girl like you."
Through the haze of her confusion a stark fear began to build.
"But I'm not an old animal like him. I'm one of the good guys, I'm looking after you baby, ain't that right?"
She nodded her head again and reached for the water bottle but he still withheld it, placing it down on the floor just beyond her reach. She couldn’t take her eyes off it - it was thirst like nothing she had ever known before.
Mitch was glaring at her, grinning lasciviously. He reached out his hand and it came slowly towards her breast, slowly, slowly.
"You want that water pretty bad, don't you baby? All you have to do is be a little nice to me, just like I was nice to you."
His hand was almost on her now. She glanced at the cool water bottle one more time and then smacked his hand away from her. She tried to spit in his face but her mouth was so dry it was painful and nothing came out.
The rejected mobster was not happy. For a moment he looked as though he could beat her to death but then the smile returned to his face.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this." He reached into his pocket, took out a ball of cotton wool, tore it in two and pushed one piece into each of his nostrils.
"What is that? What are you doing?" Suzy asked, her words slurred and painful.
"It's a little present I have for you. Something to make you a little sweeter." He reached into his pocket again and drew out a
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