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CoriTwo weeks with no sex, no communication with the outside world, and no voice except the one in my head, put me in a bitchy mood. Since yesterday, when the fog in my brain cleared, I’d been climbing the walls. Unfortunately, I hadn’t ventured out of the room. I wasn’t feeling brave enough, but that was yesterday.Today, my sex organs were revolting and I had a different outlook.I still felt unloved and ugly. Combined with the pathetic pity party I’d been throwing for myself, it summed up the past fourteen days. I glanced down at the missing fingers on my hand. The twisted flesh looked better than it had but it was still hideous with red swollen skin where the fingers were sliced off.The only thing that brought me out of my post rape funk was having someone to kill. That was handled now and pity was once more my best friend.I glanced at the door to the bedroom, the one Duke never entered. He brought me here, gave me his room, and vacated to sleep elsewhere. He left me alone exce
CoriThe bike rested beside the large black truck we’d arrived in. It had huge tires and a step to get into the cab. Much of that first night was bleary but I remember being on his bike and then his truck with the bike towed behind.As if sensing me, Duke turned.I’d heard him rattling pots and pans in the kitchen, his knock on the outside of the bedroom door, but the truth was, I hadn’t laid eyes on Duke in two weeks.Sweat trailed down his chest, mingling with a streak of grease that traveled over one of his tattoos. Admiring his back was one thing, having his chest up front and center another. The men who paid me for sex were usually old and unhealthy, requiring a blue pill to get their money’s worth. Duke was not a man who paid.Top it off with the menace he carried in his eyes. They said don’t fuck with me and I couldn’t believe many people did.Right now, his baby-blues sizzled as they traveled slowly up and down my body. I had the equipment men loved and had no problem with him
CoriRocks, sticks, and other nasties, courtesy of the great outdoors, dug into my legs. The missing skin on my ass cheeks burned, and we couldn’t move. Duke pulled me a little closer with his left arm, keeping his gun hand free. His warmth, mingled with sweat, was comforting even in the heat.Danger was part of this world and I knew exactly how I got here. I’d lived on the edge my entire life and arrived at this point with open eyes. Escort work skirted the law and attracted unsavory people. Moon’s service was well run and offered protection for the girls. I never lied to myself, though. I was always one customer away from getting the shit beat out of me or getting killed. Even under Moon’s protection, it was only the man and me in the room.Duke loosened his hold and took my hand. He placed it on the dirt which surprised me until he began writing.“Gone maybe. We are not moving.”I nodded. I hadn’t heard anything since the last shots. The house blocked us and with the angle of the t
DukeMy rage simmered.Anger and I were old friends.I’d served time for killing a man in a bar fight with my bare hands. Right now, I needed those hands wrapped around the throat of whoever wanted to harm Cori.When she’d walked outside, my dick went on instant red alert. The barely there scrap of jean material drew my attention. The woman had sexual torture down to a science. I’d love nothing more than to tie her up and come on every exposed piece of flesh she offered. She was beautiful with a knockout body unavailable to a man like me.Or it should have been.She wanted to pay her way with sex and she didn’t understand what I wanted. She would run screaming if she did. When we finally satisfied this fucking need, it would be about us and not what she thought she owed me. Once sex happened, all bets were off. Cori would be mine.My inability to speak didn’t make things easier. She’d been through too much and she didn’t understand I wasn’t in this for a quick fuck. She used her body
CoriDuke’s eyes stayed glued to my ass. Usually, the power I had over men was my aphrodisiac. This was different. He looked at me like he owned me. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. If he would fuck me, it would be easier. That I could deal with.I cooked enough food for several people. Slowly, the scent filled the house and my stomach growled more frequently. The panic had receded to a point where I was breathing normally. I had to gain control to move on and I would. For now, I needed time to get my head straight.I popped bread into the toaster and started preparing Duke’s plate. I cut thin slices of orange as a garnish to finish the design. I carried his plate over first and then retrieved mine and sat across from him.He stared down at his food and then looked up at me. He picked up the orange slice and examined it. That’s when I realized he’d probably never ate at anything fancier than a diner. Would he think I was showing off?I picked mine up and ate it without smiling, sep
CoriI went into my room, which was Duke’s room, and packed the few things that weren’t inside my bag. Duke walked in a few minutes later carrying two large duffel bags. He lifted them, then motioned out the door.“You want me to use those for food?” I asked.He nodded and left with the bags. I found them on the kitchen counter when I finished my own stuff. I was in danger and I was still functioning. It was an improvement. While I packed the kitchen, Duke loaded his truck with an assortment of things from a shed he had beside the cabin. I prepped us some sandwiches and added a bag of chips and two soft drinks to the small cooler I found. Duke had a good assortment of food. He carried in a large cooler and I was able to pack the refrigerator. I enjoyed the silence as we worked in tandem.I didn’t notice anyone in the area when I looked outside. If Dax said they were there, I didn’t need to see them. It had never occurred to me that Fernandez would have help or that he was only a pawn.
DukeThis was my grandfather’s place. He decided when he turned sixty that he no longer wanted to live in society and purchased a hundred acres bordering thousands of acres of uninhabited state land. The small container shack he built with his own two hands was off-grid and self-sufficient. The property was in a trust that wasn’t directly traceable to me. I’d never mentioned the place to anyone in the club because it was my fallout shelter if things hit the fan and I had no safe place to go.I’d learned long ago that no matter how good life was going, it went to shit quickly. To stay alive, you needed a fallout. This property was mine.There were shaggy bark juniper trees along with tumbleweed bushes. If vehicles came from any direction, the dust cloud would signal us. Hiking in would take someone with experience. There were traps set in the higher hills around the property. My grandfather had shown me how to keep each one in working order and how to set up new ones. Where my father f
CoriI wasn’t sure what to think. Beggars couldn’t be choosers ran through my mind. Daylight would put a different perspective on things, I hoped. For now, I was body and brain weary. I snuggled in closer to a very naked Duke. I’d left my bra and underwear on. If he wanted them off, he could remove them.His warmth closed around me and I didn’t feel suffocated. The coolness of the bedroom surprised me. I quickly fell asleep and didn’t wake until Duke stirred. He got up quickly and went upstairs with no light. I heard the bathroom door close and used the opportunity to dress. Curiosity was killing me. I grabbed the solar light I’d used the night before and walked upstairs.The walls didn’t look like the inside of a steel can; they were textured like a normal home. It was hard to believe I was standing inside a shipping container. It was like a bare-boned tiny home. I turned at the door opening.Duke walked out in all his glory, sporting a semi-erection and a grin. The picture-perfect i