Lorelei Asher: Don’t make me come spank you. I sent a selfie of myself flipping off the camera with a smile on my face, before putting the phone on my desk. I focused my eyes back on the screen in front of me and bit my lip. I ignored my phone lighting up from a text from Asher. I know he was sending either a smart-ass remark or a sexual innuendo. I think I have officially found out who the stalker is. I glanced at the time and groaned. It was already five thirty. It would take forty minutes to get home in the traffic this time of day an hour to get ready and thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. I need to get on the road now or I’ll be late. I shut down my computer, grab my phone and head out the door. I jump into my old car and attach my phone to the aux cord and turn on some Hollywood Undead as I head home through traffic. I managed to avoid the worst of it getting home fast enough that I jumped into the shower and shaved my legs and put on a
Asher I find her phone in the ditch line beside a set of car keys with her name on a keychain. I grind my teeth and look up at my friend Nixon. “This is hers.” I say holding them up. “I’m glad I called you brother. You said she was punctual to a fault so I knew when she was late something was wrong.” he says as he helps me out of the ditch. I look over to the parking lot and spot her car sitting there. I clench my jaw. “She was here. She wouldn’t have just dropped these things.” He hands me the zip lock bag and I place her keys and phone in it. I touch the screen and quickly by-pass the pin password she had set up. A message in progress on her screen stops me in my tracks to Braylin from Lori. Call nine one one, someone is following me. I found out who he is. It’s J She knew someone was following her. She never got to send the message. I cursed under my breath and sent Nixon home. I was going t
LoreleiI felt hopeless. I had been here for days. Weeks maybe? I don’t know. Time seemed to stand still while I was locked on this bed. He would come and put a bedpan under me to let me relieve myself. The most humiliating feeling. To not be allowed to go to the bathroom. Saying he didn’t trust me to walk to the bathroom and back. It made me sick to know that my most basic human need was being left in his psychotic hands. I thought for sure they would have found me by now. I thought Asher.No! I tell myself. Don’t go there. But reprimanding myself for thinking about him wasn’t helping me. I lay here after James would come in and get himself off, spraying me with his release multiple times a day. My body now caked with his disgusting loads. I couldn’t help but spend the day wishing Asher was holding me in his arms. Wishing he was here to keep me safe. I wish every day that I had never pushed him away. The tears flowed freely. I would never recover from this feeling of disgust a
“I will never be yours you freak.” I yell out before I can continue, he punches me in the jaw, and I pass out. I woke up a few hours later, alone. The sounds floating throughout the room make me sick to my stomach. The sound of a woman screaming and grunts. The woman begging to be let go, for the person to stop. The sound of skin slapping skin. I peek open my eyes but don’t see anything. I moan and pull myself up as best I can in the bed. Tears flowing freely down my face. I can still hear the sickening sounds but no clue as to where they are coming from. I cross my legs and try to twist my ankle free from the bindings, but it seems while I was knocked out, he tightened them back up.“Fuck.” I say softly looking around my prison. I bite my lip trying to not cry out, “I may never get out of here.” Tears flow quietly down my face as I face that this will be my life from now on. James enters a few hours later, the sound of the woman screaming, and the gru
Asher Hollywood Undead blared through my speakers as I went through the files Lori had accumulated on her flash drive. All evidence pointed toward James Connor. We had his name, but the man was rich. Insanely rich. From what we could see he had been making donations to the shelter since the day Lori started as the Fundraiser Coordinator. He had met her at a fundraiser that day. From the meticulous records Lori kept about all the donors, James claimed his mother was an abuse victim, raped by her husband. The records showed weekly donations. Phone calls. Emails. After a year of this unknown started contacting Lori via email. Things started escalating around the time we had come back in the picture.I rubbed my chest at the ache and focused on the screen. I cooked my head and peered closer before smiling."I got you mother fucker." I mutter as I lift my phone and call my contact at the police station. After relaying the message, I sat and waited for the call back.I dialed L
I slide my hand to the restraints and ease her wrists from them with no protest from her. She’s out like a light. I have a feeling the freshest bruise on her head is what’s causing this. My heart pounds in my chest. She’s fully dressed, and I can’t tell if she’s been touched elsewhere. But my heart hurts at the sight of her. She moans as I lift her into my arms and start carrying her up the stairs.“Asher.” she moans, I glance down at her face, but her eyes are still closed. I grimace a smile and shake my head as I exit the house with her in my arms. I look around at the police cars and see an ambulance.“You couldn’t wait?” a familiar voice says from beside me and I find Smith, my buddy from the police force beside me.“Not when it comes to her.” I say as I walk toward the ambulance.He shakes his head then claps me on the back, “Thank you for not killing the fucker, I wouldn’t want to put you in jail when you saved her life.”I nod I can feel her start to wake up more. She opens her
Lorelei I couldn’t believe it. Asher had saved me. I was fighting him being close to me, touching me. The disgust I felt in myself was drowning me. I didn’t deserve his touch. But he had saved me. I closed my eyes against the glare of the light above me in the ambulance as it sped down the highway toward the hospital. I took stock silently as I felt his eyes on me. I took deep breaths and grimaced at the smell radiating from my body. But I was free. My arms hurt from being above me for so long. I could feel the welts on my wrist and ankles from the restraints. My face throbbed from the multiple blows I had taken the last few weeks. My skin sticky from the disgusting things he had done. Asher had asked if James had touched me. He never asked if he had degraded me. If he had mentally or verbally abused me. There was so much worse that could have happened. Of that, I am sure. But at this moment I wasn’t sure it could be worse. Having Asher touch me, hold me in h
Asher Lori dosed off as I read to her. Peace taking over her features for the first time since her sleepy smile in my arms before she freaked out. I lay my head back against the chair and smile as the same nurse from earlier entered the room. “How’s our girl?” she asks me as she quietly checks the IV and other machines surrounding the bed. “Safe.” I growled as I adjusted into another position in the seat. These damn things were not made for a six-foot two man of my size. Or anyone really. Damn things hard as a rock. I had it leant back so I could stretch out but still didn’t make it comfortable. The nurse smiles as she takes Lori’s blood pressure without waking her. “Can I get you a blanket and a pillow?” “Please.” I say smiling as I exaggerate the sound. She laughed softly and wrote down her findings and left the room. She came back quickly with a warm blanket and fresh pillow and handed it to me. “Thanks.” I said before placing the pillow behind me and stretchin