Chapter 3

SARAH'S POV 

At this point, I was so scared that my heart was beating so fast and loud that it was hard to hear anything else over the sound.

I shrank back from Liam's deranged gaze. “Liam…please, I… promise, I won't try to-”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Liam ranted, his eyes turning to slits. “Can't you just keep quiet and let me think?”

I didn't need to be told again, immediately slamming my mouth closed. 

Distantly, I heard sniffing, and from the corner of my eyes, I could see Liam sniffing at my neck.

I whimpered, closing my eyes. Fuck!

I was in much deeper trouble than I thought. Not only was his entire personality a lie but he was also fucking crazy!

Like full-blown mental! I tried to stay as still as possible but that only made things worse. The hand that was fisting my shirt went up, snaking around my neck.

The blood running through my veins turned to ice, my muscles locking into place, his thumb traced the side of my throat, almost as if he was caressing it.

Liam leaned forward, practically sucking the air out of the confined space with his big body.

The car was a sports car, designed for racing or showing off…it wasn't designed to have two people intimately twined together.

His sudden presence brought along a whiff of his cologne…which smelled deliciously good if I was being honest.

Those big hands of his tightened around my neck, temporarily closing off my airways.

I laid still for about two seconds after that, my body's natural defenses kicked in and I started to claw at his hand. “I-I can't br-breathe…”

Instead of him growing worried a crowd green appeared on his face and he squeezed even harder my eyes rolled to the back of my head and it sang in that this guy had a hard-on to kill me there's no way home I would let that happen I mean I was only 18 years old for crying out loud and I had not experienced life the way I wanted to.

My fighting instincts kicked in and I fought back, throwing my knees up in a feeble attempt to disarm him.

Fortunately, it worked and my legs caught on his shin. He flinched back, his hands loosening around my neck. 

Spotting a moment of opportunity, I scrambled for the car door eager to open it and get my freedom.

However, I was dumb to think I could check around an athlete, Liam moved so fast, I didn't even see it happen.

He locked the door and then hit my arms, toppling my body so I could crash into the car seat.

Then he climbed on top of me, pinning my body down with his weight. “Have I ever told you how good you smell?” He asked, running a hand down my cheek. “Like peaches and vanilla.”

Liam buried his face in my neck, nuzzling at the spot. If it wasn't for the conditions that we were in, I would probably be excited that the must handsome and richest guy in the city was paying attention to me but right now, all I felt was fear and a healthy dose of bile working its way up my throat. He was working his way up to my lips and I thought… Hell, no.

I turned my face away from his but that didn't stop him. 

Using his hands, he held my jaw firm and placed his lips on mine.

The kiss would have probably been better if he wasn't for how he was doing it…. almost like he was trying to punish me.

It wasn't a kiss but more of a bite, he was trying to chew my lips off, chomping on them aggressively.

I mewled, crying in my heart, his lips were soft, making the illusion of the kiss a little bit desirable.

I could feel that he was getting turned on because his lower body rubbed against mine and I could feel his erection digging into my stomach.

Nevertheless, the whole thing was making me sick.

I tried to fight him off, pushing at his chest and generally thrashing beneath him screaming and shouting for him to let me go.

“Liam, please…. I'm so sorry, just let me go. Please….” I sobbed out loud, tears leaking out of my eyes. Unfortunately, nothing changed. If anything, Liam seemed to grow more excited about what he wanted, kissing her harder and humping against my body.

Once while I was struggling, I caught a glimpse of his face and it seemed like he was lost in the throes of passion. Sadly, there was nothing else I could do but take it.

I was growing weaker with every minute that passed- I blamed it on my stepmother's cruel eating habits that she enforced on everyone- and I could no longer fight back.

My arms were growing weak, my eyes fluttering close. Pain, fear, and anxiety had gotten my body in a chokehold, making me quiver and shake badly.

My shouts had turned into soft whimpers and I was barely pushing Liam off my body.

Suddenly I was hit with a heavy dose of exhaustion and it was so tempting for my body to cave in, using it as an excuse to escape this constant nightmare.

I think I was half out of it because I heard Liam moan out a name which sounded suspiciously like, “Maggie”.

However, what caught my attention wasn't the name but the emotion behind it. His tone was sad and forlorn.

Liam opened his eyes when he mentioned the name and I felt like I was staring directly into his soul at that moment.

The walls were down and all I could see was a sad, lonely, and hurt man who was just missing someone he deeply cared about.

Or maybe it was truly in my head.

Seconds later, I couldn't fight it back anymore,giving into the darkness, closing my eyes as I fell unconscious…partly out of fear.