by B. B. Hamel
“Go ahead,” he says. “Eat.”
I take a bite of the toast, watching him, but before I know it I’ve wolfed down the whole thing. I sit up and grab the tray, eating my fill. The world feels clearer and better after I’ve finished eating, and I realize just how much of a toll the hunger was taking on me.
The whole time I eat, Logan watches me. He doesn’t say anything and doesn’t move. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I feel like he’s appraising me, like I’m some expensive furniture in a shop or something like that.
I don’t care, though. All I care about is getting something to eat. When I’m finished, I lean back against the wall and look back at him.
“How was that?” he asks me.
“Where have you been?”
He smiles and shrugs. “I’ve been around.”
“You were letting me starve.”
“No,” he says. “I wasn’t.”
“You didn’t feed me for two days. I’ve been ...alone.”
“I know,” he says. “I have something for you.” He stands up and opens the cell door. He walks outside and comes back in with a beautiful, thick blanket.
He hands it to me and I take it from him. It’s soft, so soft, and I can’t help but wrap it around my body. It gets so cold in my cell at night and the single blanket they gave me isn’t nearly enough.
He smiles and leaves again. This time he returns with an extra pillow, big and fluffy, plus three books. He hands me the pillow and places the books down on the floor.
“What is all this?” I ask him
“Comfort,” he says. “Food. Books. Whatever you want.”
I watch him, skeptical. He offered me all of this before, but I refused him. I don’t know why he’s bringing it to me now.
“I can give you pleasure,” he says. “A lot of pleasure. More than you’ve ever known in your life.” He stands over me and for a second, I feel a chill run down my spine.
“All I have to do is obey, right?” I ask him softly.
“That’s right.” He kneels down in front of me and reaches out. I don’t flinch away. I let him take my chin in his rough hand. I stare into his eyes, trying to hold back my anger and my desire in equal measures.
“What do you want?” I ask him.
“Strip.”
He says that single word and watches me. I let it sink in. He pulls his hand back and smiles.
“You want me to strip?” I ask him.
“That’s right. Stand up and take off your clothes for me.”
I watch him then slowly shake my head. I won’t do it. I won’t play his games. “No,” I say.
“Are you sure?” He stands up and sighs. “All you need to do is take off your clothes. Let me see your body. Let me see those hard pink nipples, your tight, wet little pussy. You’ll enjoy it as much as I do, I can tell.”
“No,” I say, and look away from him.
“Okay then,” he says. He steps toward me and I recoil, terrified he’s about to hit me, just like my father.
Instead, he gently takes the new blanket away from me. He throws it out into the hall. He takes the pillow and the books and he tosses those out, too. When he’s finished, he takes the scratchy thin blanket, too, and tosses that outside.
I’m left alone on my cot, knees pulled to my chest, and he looks at me from the doorway. “Give in, Riley,” he says. “It’ll get much better for you. I won’t hurt you, but I won’t reward your disobedience, either.”
I stare at him then look away. I won’t let him see me cry. I’m so angry I could scream, but I know that won’t get me anywhere.
He leaves and shuts the door. I hear the bolt lock into position.
Why didn’t I just strip? It wouldn’t have been hard. I had to do it before. But there’s something different about this. It’s the way he looks at me, like he truly wants me. Maybe it’s also that I want him too. He says he can see it already, but I don’t want to give it all to him. I want to hold onto whatever I can for as long as I can.
But I don’t know how much longer I can control it. It’s going to be cold tonight, and I’m going to miss that blanket.
I stretch out on the cot, thinking about Logan and what he could do to me if I do give in and take off my clothes.
9
Logan
I hate playing these games with Riley.
I sit on top of the wall, my legs dangling over. I can see the ocean not far away, the waves rolling over the rocks. The sun is just beginning to rise and I know that I have to go see Riley again. I left her alone all day without food, which I despise doing, but I need results.
Anton found me again yesterday afternoon and was asking questions. He seems unimpressed so far, and I can’t let him get suspicious. I need to show them something from her soon, or else I’m afraid they’re going to throw me out of here.
I don’t have enough intelligence on them, not yet at least. I have a rough soldier count, but I don’t know how many girls are locked up. And the soldiers keep changing every other day, presumably because most of them are locals. That means that although there are a certain number of guys here, there are more they can call on out in the villages. I need to know exactly how many guys they have and how many they can call in for reinforcements before I call in a strike on this place.
It’s a dangerous game, snooping around. So far nobody has noticed me, since I’m new here. It makes sense that I’d be curious about the place. But soon it’ll be strange that I’m still looking around and asking questions. Anton isn’t as stupid as he seems, and I know he’ll see through me if I’m not careful.
Fucking hell. I need Riley to give me something. I clutch the stone wall and grunt. I don’t want to hurt her. I hate that I left her for two days without food. But I need her to understand that it’s better to submit than it is to fight.
I wish I could tell her that I’m here to save her, that her father sent me, but I can’t reveal that yet. It’ll only complicate things. I can’t risk it. She might be a bad actor, and that’ll screw things up. Anton might see through her.
No, it has to be real. I can’t fake it with her.
I climb down off the wall and head toward Riley’s cell. I stop off in the kitchen to get her some food then I go straight to her. The blankets, books, pillows, and other comforts are still on the floor outside her cell, which is good. I unlock her door and step inside.
Riley looks at me as I enter. I’m a little surprised she’s awake. She’s sitting in her usual spot, back to the cold wall.
“Good morning, pet,” I say, smiling at her. I hand her the tray, which she takes eagerly. She doesn’t bother responding to me, just starts eating.
I watch her eat for a second. From all my research on her, I know that she’s pretty innocent. She’s had maybe two boyfriends in her whole life, and her father has kept her very sheltered. There are some strange red flags there, some possible signs of abuse, but that doesn’t matter. Not yet, at least. I don’t know how far it went, but for now, I need to do what I have to do to keep her safe.
That means I have to break her. If I don’t, one of Anton’s men will, and that’ll be much worse.
“Are you ready today?” I ask her.
She glances up at me. “For what?”
I smirk at her. “You know.” I step out and grab the blankets I took from her then step back into the room. “Do you want these?”
She looks at them hungrily and nods her head. She looks so fucking gorgeous and the thought of her getting naked makes my fucking cock hard. It’s wrong and fucked but I can’t help myself. I want to take her so fucking badly.
“You can have it all, Riley,” I say. “Now stand up.”
She watches me for a second then slowly, she listens. I feel a thrill run through me as she stands in front of me, placing the breakfast tray down on the ground. She watches me, arms crossed over her chest.
“Now,” I say softly, stepping toward her. I reach out and take her hair in my fist then pull her toward me. S
he gasps as my lips graze her ear. “Strip for me, pet.”
I release her and she looks away. For a second, I think she’s going to resist.
Instead, she quickly pulls off the sweatshirt she’s wearing and tosses it onto the floor. I stare at her breasts covered by a simple black bra. She’s fucking sexier than I could have guessed underneath. Her breasts are full and I watch them heave as she breathes deep. She bends forward and pulls down the sweats.
She stands in front of me, looking embarrassed and flushed, wearing only her bra and panties. I smile at her and step close to her again.
“Was that so hard?” I ask her.
“No,” she says.
I run my fingers down her chest and along her cleavage. Her skin is smooth and perfect and I want to tear that bra from her body.
“Take it all off,” I say.
She stares at me, her mouth hanging open. I can tell she’s excited. Her breath comes fast and ragged.
“All of it?” she asks in a small voice.
“Bra and panties,” I say. “Or are you afraid that I’ll see your dripping wet pussy and know how much you like this?”
She lets out a soft moan and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to spin her, bend her over, and fuck her tight cunt until she screams my name.
“Go ahead, Riley,” I say softly. “Strip.”
She reaches back and unhooks her bra. She lets it slide off, revealing her full, perfect breasts. Her pink nipples are hard, just like I knew they would be. Next, she slides her panties off and steps out of them. She stands before me, completely naked, arms covering her breasts.
I stare at her body, not trying to hide. “Turn for me,” I say.
She obeys, letting me see her nice, round ass. It’s a perfect little bubble and I know it would look gorgeous with a red handprint right on her cheek.
When she finishes her turn, she stands there, flushed and breathing fast.
“You like this,” I say simply. “You like that I want your body. Are you soaking wet right now?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “No,” she says.
I grin then bend over and pick up her panties. They’re soaked through, just like I knew they would be. I press them against my mouth and taste them. “Liar,” I say.
She looks away, bright red. I smile then pick up the rest of her clothes. I turn and throw them out of the cell.
She turns to me, outrage on her face. “You said I could have blankets,” she says, protesting.
“I never said anything about clothes.” I smirk at her.
“You asshole.”
I laugh, a big grin breaking across my face. “Don’t be angry, pet. You did good today.” I step out of the room and return with a clean set of clothes for her. I hand them to her and she sighs, quickly getting dressed.
While she dresses, I bring in her comforts. A pillow, several blankets, some books, and some magazines.
“You earned all of this,” I say to her.
She sits back on the cot and wraps a blanket around her, not looking at me.
“I’ll be back later with something to eat. We’ll continue then.”
“What’s going to happen next?” she blurts out.
I pause at the doorway and look at her perfect, gorgeous face.
“Next, you learn what real pleasure is.”
I turn and leave the room before she can register a response. I shut the door and lock it.
I’m fucking hard as I gather her dirty clothes and take them to the laundry. I loved the outraged look on her face when I tasted her wet panties, but even more than that, I loved that they were wet to begin with. It’s just proof that she wants me more than she’s letting herself admit.
I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to break her. But soon I’ll have her begging for more, down on her knees, sucking my cock, swallowing every drop of my hot cum. She’ll do all of that and more, because I really am going to show her what real pleasure is.
10
Logan
The moon is full as I slip over the wall.
I land on the rocks below as gently as I can, making almost no noise. I smile to myself as I slip toward the ocean, sticking close to the large rocks, staying as invisible as I can.
It feels good to move with stealth again. This is the sort of shit that I’m trained for, not turning some poor innocent girl into a sex slave. Although to be fair, I do enjoy looking at Riley’s gorgeous naked body more than I like crawling around on some rocks.
This is the mission, though. I’ve been here for nearly a week and so it’s time to get a message to my superiors. I’m not recommending that they make a move, but they do need to have all of the data that I’ve accumulated so far. When they do make a move, it won’t be a small thing, and they need time to plan.
I slip across the rocks and down to the beach. I try not to think about Riley and her naked body, her embarrassed but excited face, the way her panties felt dripping wet against my tongue. I have to breathe deep and move faster, hustling away from the compound toward a large outcropping of rocks and dunes to the south.
The guards at that place aren’t particularly well-trained. Some of them might be ex-military, but none of them stand a chance against me and my men. We only need to get the numbers right before someone makes a move. Fortunately though, slipping in and out of the compound is proving to be relatively easy.
I reach the rocks after about a ten-minute walk. There’s a nice, secluded cavernous space toward the center of the outcropping which I reach by crawling down a slot between large boulders. Once I’m on solid land, I remove the pack from my shoulder and take out a small laptop.
In a few minutes, I have a direct link to my superiors. I begin to upload all of the data that I’ve gathered so far. In the meantime, I open a messaging window with the operations desk and type a quick communication.
“Logan Code Word Albatross, Safe and Secure. Girl is ready for extraction. Asking for instructions.” I hit send and wait for a response.
Part of me hopes that they’ll recommend early removal for her. If they’re satisfied with the data, maybe they’ll even order it tonight. That would be the ideal situation. That way her nightmare can end and I can start killing these fucking bastards.
But that’s not to be, unfortunately.
“Desk Code Word Sherry. Operations does NOT recommend early removal. Continue collection and report in three days.”
I read the message again and sigh to myself. Three days is a long time. They must be moving extra cautiously with this.
“Roger. Over and out.” I hit send, wait for the last bit of data to transmit, and then shut the laptop. I slip it back into the bag and then crawl out of the rocks.
I head back toward the compound, just as conflicted as before. I keep thinking about Riley as I walk along the beach, moving in the direction of the compound.
I’m distracted, and that’s stupid. When you’re out in the field, you have to be ready at all times. But Riley fucking distracts me. Everything about this mission is a goddamn distraction. I can’t seem to get my head on right as I pick my way across the rocks.
And that’s why I don’t see him until I’m practically in top of him.
“Quien eres tu?”
I stop in my tracks and look to my left. Standing silhouetted in the moonlight is a man holding a high-powered rifle.
I curse under my breath and put up my hands. I walk toward him smiling. I’m closer to the compound than I realized and they must be running occasional scouts out toward the beach, because this stretch was empty when I left.
“Sorry, no hable espanol, mi amigo,” I say, laying my American accent on thick.
“Who are you?” the man asks in English.
“I’m Logan, you know, Anton’s friend. Just going for a stroll.”
I stop close to the man. He doesn’t point the rifle at me, which is good, but he looks skeptical. He’s older, in his forties, with a big fat beer belly. I recognize him from the compound. He
’s definitely not one of the military guys.
“Why you out here?” he asks me.
“Just going for a walk. You know. Stretching my legs.”
“Why you got that?” He gestures at my backpack.
I smile and act like I’m about to remove it, getting closer to him.
But instead of showing him the bag, I move quickly like a snake. I strike out, jamming my fingers into his throat. He stumbles back, gagging, and I snap a kick straight into his wrist. He can’t cry out because of the gagging, but he releases the gun with some serious pain. I follow that up with another two strikes to his chest and his stomach before finally striking him in the nose, sending him sprawling.
I pull my silenced pistol from my jeans and walk up to him. I can’t risk letting him go, not now. I hold the gun to his head and pull the trigger, killing him instantly.
Poor bastard was going to die eventually anyway. He’s a piece of shit, like all the other guys there, and he deserved to die in much more pain.
I sigh, putting my gun away. This is a real fucking shitty situation. Now I have to drag his body into the ocean and hope that nobody finds it until I’m back safely in the compound.
I can’t let myself get distracted again. This could have been much, much worse if he were smarter about that. Fortunately he was trusting and stupid, but I almost fucked up. It’s this damn girl. She’s on my mind and I can’t get her off of it.
I sigh, grab the dead asshole’s legs, and start to drag him down toward the water.
So much for being good at stealth. I’ll have to be more careful next time.
11
Riley
The day goes by faster than I would have thought. The books aren’t any good and the magazines are all old, but at least they’re something to read. They help to pass the time, and it does feel nice to have a nice comfortable blanket, a new pillow, and clean clothes.
