“Remember the scene from Stripped ‘n’ Teased, where Sarah was strapped just like this while Dustin pleasured her?” I nodded as my body trembled with fear. “We’re gonna play, just like they did.”

“No. I don’t want this.”

“Yes you do. Don’t lie to me. I hate liars,” he growled.

“I really don’t want to do this. When I write, it’s whatever pops in my head, it doesn’t mean that I actually want to do those things,” I pleaded.

“You write them because they’re what you want … and I’m gonna give them to you.” His eyes connected with mine, sending another slithering shrill down my spine.

“Please,” I begged.

“The only please I will accept are the pleas for more … and you will be begging for more.” He smirked.

“No!” I screamed as loud as I possibly could, not knowing if anyone would be able to hear me, but I had to try. He quickly covered my mouth.

“Savannah, we are out in the middle of nowhere. If you want to scream, go ahead, but no one will hear you, and you’ll just hurt my ears and piss me off.”

He slowly released his hand, and while I knew I couldn’t believe anything he said to me, I somehow believed that he was telling me the truth so I refrained from screaming. He slowly moved down to the end of the bed as he stood at my feet.

I braced myself for what was about to happen. If he raped me, I’d still be alive, and I could still get out. Not saying the thought didn’t scare the shit out of me, but it was better than thinking the other way.

He began to stroke my feet with his hands creeping up my body. I felt nothing but repulsion as his smooth hands snaked up my body. His mouth began giving me wet kisses on my inner thigh. I clenched my pussy as tightly as I could, thinking in my mind that I could just shut it and make this asshole stop.

It was the only control that I had. I turned my head to the side and began praying that Deke would find me and get me out of here.

As his mouth connected with my pussy, I jumped. “Please don’t.”

Ignoring me completely, he began to lick and nip, but it did nothing for me. All of his painstaking ministrations were useless on me. As his finger slipped inside, he began working me in earnest. My body was horribly dry, making his fingers a very painful reminder of its location, his nails actually scratching the inside of my walls. “You taste wonderful. I’ve waited so long to taste you, Savannah,” he murmured in my leg.

His fingers pulled out, and I heard the distinctive buzzing sound of the dildo I saw in his hand earlier. “Now, I’m gonna make you come with this. Don’t fight it. You know you want to.”

With my head turned, he didn’t see the lone tear that fell from my eye hitting the pillow below my face. I love you, Deke.

The dildo began moving in and out of my pussy. He stuck it so far in it hit my insides hard, causing me to flinch. Taking it out, he rubbed it over my clit, and then put it back inside … over and over again. My body was having none of this. It was in the same mindset as me, we didn’t want this. I hated to admit, though, if he kept moving the dildo over my clit, I was afraid my body would change its mind.

“Damnit Savannah! Come!” he growled at me, seriously angry.

I knew there was no way to come. I didn’t want to, and so far, my body was cooperating. He pulled the dildo out of me. “Savannah!” he yelled. I moved my face to look at his.

“You will enjoy this. You will come when I tell you to. Do you hear me?” I lay there motionless, knowing I’d never give him the right answer.

Being so out of it, I didn’t see his hand rise, but felt the fire burn through my cheek along with a few stars from the blow he just projected on my face. Turning my head to the side, I refused to let another tear fall; I held it in with everything I had.

“You know you brought that slap on yourself. You’re supposed to enjoy this. That asshole you’re dating won’t give you what I can, but no worries you’ll never see him again,” he barked as he climbed to the end of the bed.

“Jake!” a very familiar baritone voice bellowed from behind the door, but seemed pretty far away.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I didn’t think twice. I screamed … and screamed … and screamed. He ran around to my head, trying to cover my mouth, but I kept thrashing my head back and forth, making it difficult on him as I screamed my heart out.

“Shut the fuck up! Now!” His angry words did not stop me. I saw this as my only chance and kept my screams coming out.

The door burst open, and who I saw standing at the door made me stop. “Dad?” I questioned, but immediately swung into action. “Dad, get me out of here now.”

Dad’s face looked confused. “Savannah?” He stared at my naked body in utter shock. “Jake, what’s going on here?”

“What does it look like? I’m taking care of your little problem.” He moved to the end of the bed, getting closer to the door. Confusion seeped into me, his problem?

“Dad! Get me out of here!” I yelled again.

“Savannah, shut up! Whose idea do you think this was?” Jake crossed his arms over his puny chest and stared at Dad.

“This was not what I wanted. I asked you to scare her a bit so she stopped writing that smut. I didn’t ask you to lay her out naked.” Hearing my dad’s voice, the anger inside of me made my body shake. I felt as if I was having an out of body experience, because what he just said was so fucked up on so many levels I didn’t know where to start.

“You said that she needed to find God again. You said that she was writing all about sex because she had too many fantasies. You said that she needed a strong man to help her out in the bedroom so she didn’t have to write anymore, that her fantasies would be reality. You said this is what she needed.” Jakes voice was very accusatory.

“I didn’t mean this Jake. This is too far,” Dad said.

I was totally speechless. Seriously, all this started with my dad.

“Well, this is what it is. You need to leave now.” Jake’s pinned stare on my dad didn’t cause him to back away.

“I will not leave my daughter like this. Let her go now.” Dad took a step closer to Jake. Before I had time to blink, Jake hit Dad on the side of the head, causing blood to fly everywhere as he fell with a thunk on the floor.

“Dad!” I screamed. Jake began to kick Dad several times in the chest as he lay there.

“You started this old man! You wanted her away from writing! You wanted her with a man!” Each sentence was punctuated with a kick.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!” I yelled, trying to get Jake’s attention. By the fourth one, he finally looked at me. Fury laced in his eyes. He turned back and punched him hard in the head, causing Dad’s body to go limp. I screamed as loud as I could.

Jake came around the bed slapping me hard across the same cheek he did earlier. The taste of metallic iron surged in my mouth, as I turned my head to stare at my Dad’s lifeless body. I didn’t know what to think, just that now more than ever … I had to get out of here.

“Jake, I’m sorry. I won’t scream anymore. I thought my dad loved me.” This was first angle that came to mind. The sad thing was … I didn’t need to act. All those hopes of him loving me were squashed and it killed.

Jake was seething. “Your dad loves you enough to send you a real man to take care of your sexual needs so you don’t write them for the world to see. But … he stepped too far and got way too into my business. I know my mom loves him, but she can’t know this is how it went down.”

“What went down?” I whispered.

“How we fell in love. He’ll never forgive me, so I’ll take him out … Mom will be sad and Sydney will deal. I mean, hell, I did fine without a father around, right?” He smiled, my stomach rolled. “Problem solved.”

Jake walked over to Dad and panic flooded me. I hadn’t quite worked out all the shit that had blown up here in the past few minutes, but I knew I didn’t want him dead. I couldn’t do that to Sydney, knowing firsthand what it meant to grow up without a father.

“Jake, wait.” He stopped and turned to me. I tried to give him a small smile.

“Yeah.”

“Come here.” I bit my lip trying to be as seductive as I could even when my body was screaming … ‘don’t do this.’ Jake came to the side of the bed and stared down at me; I was truly at this man’s mercy. “Kiss me,” I whispered.

Jakes smile was revolting, but I kept mine plastered on my face. When his lips met mine, I kissed him full out. I gave it all to him, lips, tongue … everything. When he pulled away, he stared down at me. “What was that for?” he asked.

“I’m seeing that maybe Dad was right. I do need a real man,” I said sweetly.

“Stop playing games with me, Savannah,” he growled.

“Kiss me again and see if it’s a game.” I stared into his angry eyes as his lips came crushing down on me hard. I gave everything I had to the kiss, hoping like hell that I could pull this off.

As he pulled away this time, I saw a flash across his eyes, but still unsure what it was. “I love you,” he said, staring into my eyes. I knew I couldn’t say the words, it was too much, and so I gave him an award-winning smile, which he returned.

“Let me touch you,” I whispered. “I want to make love to you, but I can’t do it like this.” I pulled on the ropes to punctuate my words. Jake stared at me as if he was thinking whether he should or shouldn’t.

“I’ll undo your arms only, but if you scratch, you’re getting tied up again.”

“I won’t. I promise. I want to make love to you. Can you please do my legs, too? I want to wrap them around your body.” The sweetness in my voice made me want to gag.