Page 66 of Echoes of Obsession
With that situation resolved, I put my full focus on the task at hand. Getting my woman back and killing my best friend.
Chapter Nineteen
Amara
“Here’s the thing,” Hunter says, shoving an apple into my hands. “A lot of people loved that you weren’t present when I fucked you.”
“Raped,” I correct, my voice barely a whisper.
“Semantics. Anyway, the other half wants you awake and struggling. So, I’m giving you ten minutes to build your energy back up because I need you to struggle. I will have to gag you, though. I don’t want you saying my name. I want to send the live stream to Ghost, so we need to make sure he doesn’t know it’s me behind the mask. Good thing I’ve never shown the man my dick.”
His laughter sours my stomach as I take small bites of the apple. The taste is bland, but I force myself to eat, knowing I need whatever strength I can muster. My mind races, searching for any possible escape or way to buy more time. But the reality of my situation crushes any semblance of hope.
“Ghost will come for me,” I say, my voice trembling. “You know he will. And when he does, you’ll regret every second of this.”
Hunter’s eyes darken, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. “Let him come. By the time he finds you, it’ll be too late. He’ll be broken and broke because I plan to take every dime he has.”
My heart aches with fear and sorrow, but I can’t let him see my despair. I have to stay strong for Ghost, for Zoe, for myself.I finish the apple, feeling a slight surge of energy but knowing it won’t be enough.
Hunter watches me with a predatory gaze, his patience wearing thin. “Time’s up. Get ready to struggle, Snow. And remember, if you call out my name, it’ll only make things worse for you.”
He moves to gag me, and I fight back the tears threatening to spill over. As he secures the gag, my mind races with desperation. I have to find a way to survive this, to hold on until Ghost finds me. I can’t give up now.
Hunter steps back, adjusting the camera and checking his mask. The sinister look in his eyes sends chills down my spine as he unzips his pants and pulls out his already hard member. I brace myself for what’s to come, knowing I have to endure, to fight, to survive.
But I don’t think I have any strength left in me to endure what’s about to happen. Already, I can feel my hope fading away. Even if I had the opportunity to escape right this second, I wouldn’t be able to make it up the steps.
The camera starts recording, and Hunter rubs his hands together as if he’s excited about his task. He reaches down and rips my shirt right from my body. I do my best to hold the strips together to hide my skin, but it only causes the man to laugh.
“No way you can hide all of that body,” he tells me. “Not that I mind. I do love a woman that jiggles.”
I try crawling away, but it’s useless. Hunter has me pinned down and completely naked in seconds flat. He said his viewers wanted to watch me struggle. But I don’t have any struggle left. Is it still rape if I just lay here and don’t fight?
My mind is a whirlwind of terror and exhaustion. The strength I once had feels like a distant memory, replaced by a numbness that spreads throughout my limbs. The room spins,and I can’t focus on anything but the crushing weight of my situation.
Hunter’s hands are rough and merciless, and I can feel every touch like a brand on my skin. I want to scream, to cry out for help, but the gag muffles my voice. Tears stream down my face, and I close my eyes, wishing I could disappear.
The sound of his laughter echoes in my ears, a cruel reminder of my helplessness. I feel myself slipping away, retreating into the darkest corners of my mind where the pain can’t reach me as intensely.
In this moment, all I can do is survive. My body may be here, but my spirit is far away, clinging to the hope that Ghost will find me. I have to hold on to that. It’s all I have left.
Hunter continues, his cruel delight evident in every movement. The camera captures everything, but my mind drifts, trying to escape the horror of what’s happening. I focus on Ghost’s face. On the life we were building together.
I don’t know how much more I can take, but I won’t give Hunter the satisfaction of my defeat. Even in my silence, I refuse to let him break me completely. I may be scared and defeated, but a small spark of defiance remains deep inside.
As I lie there, enduring the nightmare, I hold on to that spark, hoping it will be enough to keep me alive until I’m free.
I feel the moment he penetrates my bottom. It burns, and even though I’m exhausted, I cry out in pain, wasting what little energy I have left.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “That’s a good girl. Show the viewers how much it hurts.”
I ignore his voice and try to focus on my daughter. Behind my eyes, I see her smile. I hear her laughter. I watch as she grows into a beautiful woman with a family of her own. Ghost stands behind her, holding his grandchild, eyes filled with sadness and pride.
“We miss you, babe,” Ghost says, his voice echoing off the walls of my mind.
Tears blur my vision, and the weight of what I’m enduring threatens to crush me. My body trembles with agony, but my heart clings to the images of my family, to the love that still binds us together.
“Please, Ghost,” I whisper in my mind, “find me. I need you.”