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Tip-toeing over to my bedside, I grab a piece of roasted chicken and nibble on it as I make my way to the closet.
It’s a walk-in, and must be able to hold a hundred different outfits. It’s also filled to the brim.
How the hell did Leonid manage to get all of these clothes here so quickly?
… Unless I was out cold for longer than I thought.
None of these will be in my size, I think, as I start to leaf through the collection. How could he know my size?
He could have measured you while you slept.
I wouldn’t put it past the creep. But I don’t allow that thought to linger. The idea that he was tracing my figure with his fingers sent a warm shiver up my spine. He’s so big and I’m so small… I can practically still feel the massive, throbbing bulge he had earlier. It pressed against my thighs with such eagerness.
He wanted to fuck me.
And for a split-second, I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me.
Stop it!
Shaking my head, I pick out the least revealing dress I can manage to find and exchange it for my ratty nightgown.
Surprisingly, it fits like a charm.
It’s a shame, I actually liked that nightgown. That’s why I brought it with me to New Orleans. But it’s been through a lot, and even as I kick it to the corner of the closet, I can still smell Leonid’s earthy scent on it—though, that might not be from the gown. With how close he got to me, his scent could have seeped into my skin.
I’ll need to shower eventually, just not now. I’m too weak right now.
Over the next few hours, I eat the rest of the food on my plate and even mindlessly drink the water that was brought in for me.
The food is tasty and filling, and even with all of the problems spinning around in my mind, I get sleepy after my meal.
Before I know it, I’m curling up under the covers of my bed and drifting off.
… When I wake up, it feels like something has changed.
Not something big. Maybe just the lighting. But there are no windows in this room, and I can’t tell if it’s night or day. Shit. There’s no clock either.
This truly is a cage.
Staring up at the ceiling, I try to gather my thoughts. But only one stands out.
Where the hell is he?
What kind of captor steals a pretty girl, has his way with her, and then just leaves?
I have no idea how long it’s been since Leonid spanked me, but as I sit up in bed, I can’t even feel the mark of his hand anymore. It’s almost disappointing, and a cold breeze seems to wrap around me as I shove aside my covers.
What the hell am I going to do?
For the first time since I was taken, I’m afforded the space to think about what must be happening outside of my little bubble.
My men are probably raising hell. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if the west coast was already on fire—unless, of course, Retsos is lying to everyone just so that he can buy some time for himself.
Fuck. I wouldn’t be surprised. In order to save his own ass, that bastard would say anything. I’m sure my men are demanding to see me, but Retsos always has a dozen excuses lined up.
I wonder what he’s telling them? Where do my people think I am?
Whatever lies they’ve been told, I’m sure some are at least getting suspicious. Soon enough, I’ll have men looking for me. The truth will come out.
