Wanting Winter(52)

“Please let me go,” I cry out in pain.

“Why would I do that? I’m in far too deep now to let you go.”

I sit up with the little strength I have. “I won’t tell anyone. If you let me go, I won’t say a word. I promise.”

He laughs. “Of course you won’t,” he says sarcastically. “You will keep all this a secret.” He comes over. “I know how this works. I keep you here for the rest of your life or I kill you. I am sure you don’t want the latter to happen.”

Oh, my God. Is he going to eventually kill me?

“Why would you do this?” I continue to cry.

“Winter, I wanted you the first day I saw you. I became your friend. I have been there, looking after you, and how do you repay me? by whoring yourself to those three pretty boys. You are mine, Winter; you have always been, and I don’t like sharing.” He sets the water and food aside. “How about you please me, and I might let you have a bath. Well, a sponge bath, as you can see there are no toilets or baths in here.” He waves around the room.

Please him? Just thinking about him touching me is making me feel sick. “Patrick please,” I beg.

“Well if you won’t give it willingly…” He grabs my legs, pulling me and making me fall back. “I will have to take it.” He rips my dress, throwing the material away from me, leaving me completely naked. “Now that’s better.” He flips me over, so my face is to the ground, and I hear his zipper before he enters me again.

Just like last night, he enters me hard, not caring if I’m ready for him.

I cry on the ground, my tears falling, him thrusting in and out before he comes.

He leaves me there while he stands. “You need to learn to please me, Winter if you want this to be easier for you.” I hear him say before I hear the door lock, and I continue to stay where I am, crying.





Trent


It has been a week and neither Drake nor I have heard a word from Winter. I want to give her, the space she’s asked for, but at the same time, I want to see if she’s okay. I have a bad feeling, but I don’t know what it is. It’s just this gut feeling that something is wrong.

At lunch, I sit next to Drake as he is reading his book. I look around the room and I see Candice sitting next to Joshua, talking to him. I watch them, and he looks angry while she looks bored with the conversation.

Like they can feel me watching them, they both face me.

Candice looks at me angrily; Joshua just shakes his head before looking away.

I hope Candice isn’t going back there because she found out that he slept with Winter and is trying to do the same trick again, but with him.

“Something is wrong, I can feel it.” I tell Drake my concerns.

“She’s fine; she’s processing. She’ll be in touch once she’s ready,” he says, not looking up.

I glare at him, but he doesn’t notice. I know he is right. I’m just being impatient.

I just miss her.





Joshua


“Candice, you lost the guy. Get over it,” I tell her.

“Me get over it? This wasn’t the plan. He was meant to stay mine,” she whines.

“You should have tried harder—should have stopped being such a spoilt brat. Now get out of my face,” I say bitterly.

“What is up your ass? Winter not putting out?” she jokes.

I grit my teeth. “She has gone to her mom’s to think things through. I just haven’t heard from her in the last few days,” I tell her. I know she is deciding who she wants to be with. I just know that if it’s not me, I will be back to my asshole ways.

I will be a dick again; it’s my defense mechanism.

“She went to her mom’s?” Candice asks, confused.

“Yeah. It’s what she said in her message.” I take out my phone from my pocket, handing it to her. She reads it then hands it back.





Winter


I have lost count of how many days I have been down here. I’m lucky if I get one bottle of water and something to eat a day.

He is making sure I stay weak.

He doesn’t want me to fight.

He visits me twice a day, sometimes more.

Lucky for me, he hasn’t raped me again, but his new pleasure is hurting me. My body has got skinnier; I see bruises and cuts cover my body. My ribs are black and blue. Down near my pussy, the bruising has gone yellowish. He kicked me there a few times when I wouldn’t comply with what he wanted. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt.

I hear the door open and he has bags with him.

I hug the wall, wanting it to open up and swallow me in.

He walks closer to me, dropping the bags in front of me, and grabs my ankles before pulling me across the hard, dirty floor. Opening the bag, he takes out something, locking my ankles to this device that keeps my legs spread open.

He does the same thing to my wrists, placing them above my head, he pushes me over so I’m facing the ground. He doesn’t really like seeing my face these days; he always hurts me face down. I hear him taking a few things out of the bag, and I dread what he has planned for today.

“You look good all pale and blue.”

His hands glide down my body, going to my ass. He then pushes something hard and smooth into my puckered hole, making me cry out from the invasion.