Liza knew this was not going to help her, and it was no use having him strip her before she gets out of the chains since that would expose her weapon and she would be left empty handed and naked with a very dangerous man.
She moaned a bit as he slid his fat finger up her thigh and under her skirt and started to get up, but she was held back by the chains. She looked at her hands and then looked at him with the most sexual stare and intently acted as if the words escaped her lips “Untie me,” and man was taken over by her appeal and hurriedly started to fumble with her chains.
It took him a good few minutes to get her out of all the four chains but no one could have done it faster. Liza couldn’t believe a grown man had yet again fallen for the same old trick and couldn’t understand how foolish he was to not see where this situation was taking him. Only a few minutes ago she was his victim, and suddenly he found himself consumed by her sex appeal.
Liza never really understood whether it was her looks, her charm, or simply her command over the male mentality, but she had always been good. Now, as she lay on the table, she felt more in control than the man who had managed to kidnap her.
When he was almost done with the last chain that was holding her down she got up just as he let her leg loose and held her by the waist, standing in front of her and staring into her eyes. They started to kiss, and Liza was repulsed by the way her kept trying to stuff his tongue into her mouth. She bit his lips as she guided his hands onto her breasts; a safe distance from the dagger. He started to caress them and kept getting worked up and more violent with every move he made.
She bit his lower lips hard and he finally shut his eyes and started to kiss her back, the intensity decreased and they sunk into a long, deep and sloppy kiss. His hands stayed at her breasts since she guided them there and his touch was so rough and heavy that her chest had begun to hurt from all the rubbing.
She wanted him to be completely distracted before she makes her move, but suddenly found herself holding back. She kept kissing him and touching him everywhere while her mind raced and she entertained the thought of killing the man she was kissing.
She didn’t know if she could, and it meant certain death for her to fail which she was well aware of. It was like she had a pistol with just one round, and she couldn’t afford to miss the shot. She slowly dug her hand into her skirt, making sure he didn’t feel any movement, and retrieved the dagger which she kept out of his sight.
He started to unbutton her shirt and Liza could see he was all ready to go. This was the time, she thought to herself, the golden moment to strike. She knew how blindsided he was and how easy it was for her to plunge that dagger into his face.
Chapter 7
She knew there was no other way she would walk out of here unhurt, and if there was one thing she was sure about, it was the fact that she would always find a way to survive.
“You’re my little survivor Lizzy!” her father’s voice suddenly flashed into her mind from when she was only eight and her blood started to boil thinking of how he was gone and will never be back. The sound of his voice resonated inside her mind and she started to feel the urge again, she wanted to strangle this man for what he had done to her father. She could only imagine how he would have dealt with these crooks on his own, he was old and he had no one.
He suffered a great deal in his final moments, all because of this man and his smug brother. She decided that very instance that she will not let her father’s death become a joke or just another obituary in the daily newspaper.
He was on her breasts now; kissing them from over her unbuttoned shirt and holding her tight by the waist.
She looked at him closely; how indulged he was in enjoying her body and how he had no idea what was about to take place. She touched his face with her long and sleek fingers and he looked up at her. She gave him a sexual stare and he came back to her eye-level to kiss his lips, he started to come closer to her when she saw his eyes suddenly go wide with pain and terror as she shoved the dagger deep into his throat.
She let go of the sharp knife and he stumbled back clutching his throat as she saw the fear in his eyes. She smirked at him the way he had smirked at her only a while ago and walked up to his body which was sprawled on the ground. He could not speak and his throat bled like a faucet but his eyes were still alive and he was still yearning for air.
She bent down to come nearer and then whispered “Your money is in good hands,” in the same sexy voice she had used to lure him in. the life inside him left his body soon after she had said that but his eyes remained open wide in terror. She hurried with his jewels and rings and fished his wallet out of his pants. Making sure she had all the valuables she could carry she turned towards the door which the man had shut behind him after entering the room.
She took a few steps towards it and held her ear against the door to listen to any noise that may be coming from the other side of the door, but all she heard was the sound of water dripping from somewhere.
She parted the door slightly at first and tried to peek outside, but all she saw was a long and dark tunnel with the same kind of bulbs hanging from the ceiling at measured distances throughout the length of the tunnel. She thought about how there could be more people outside and how risky the situation had become. Then she thought about the man she had just killed and how she felt only numb about it. She expected her hands to tremble and her spirit to break down, but her demeanor had surprised her that day.
She closed the door again and locked it from the inside. She walked towards a window in the corner and took a look outside; she estimated that she was on the third floor and if she could manage to get on the railing that connected this building to the next one, she could escape undetected.
“This is it,” she said to herself “If you want to live you will have to find a way,” she proclaimed as if she was giving herself a pep talk.
She took one last look the blood spattered dead body that now lay in a puddle of its own blood and then thought about how her father had died. She walked up to his body for the last time, and saw his terrified expression. The look on his face was permanent now, and one of pure fear and helplessness; the look of imminent death in his eyes. She stared at him for the longest time to make sure she remembered his face before she jumped out the window and maneuvered herself to disappear into the darkness of the night.
TO BE CONTINUED
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Scarlett was born in Maryland, the youngest of three children. She had a job as a psychologist and never truly considered her gift as a writer. Her first revelation was when her husband urged her to post her work up on a blog. Within months, Scarlett quickly became the one of the most read authors on that blog. Since her stories were so distinct and unusual, her readers encouraged her to publish her own books.
Scarlett loves writing intricate love stories about pushing the limits and risking it all. She has no explanation for the sometimes dark and slightly odd nature of her imagination. Readers say that Scarlett Romance’s tales are about finding desire and true love in the darkest of places.
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