He guides me into the back of the helicopter, his cum still clinging to my skin. I smell of him. I look like… I can’t even imagine how torrid and trashy I must appear. He gets into the pilot’s seat and at his command the blades begin to spin.
I am being kidnapped from my home.
I start to scream, but the rushing sound of the propellers takes the sound away and soon we are too high over the city, which looks like a play set from this distance, for anyone to hear me. Nobody is going to save me.
Chapter Two
Chloe
We fly into the darkness for a very long time, hours spent choppering through the night, without any kind of words of comfort or hope. His cum is still drying on my face and my chest. If this helicopter goes down, I am going to be as humiliated in death as I am in life.
Finally, the helicopter lands. The thunder of the blades subsides and the sound of the outside world comes rushing in when he opens his door and gets out.
I hear water all around us.
Waves breaking on a shore.
The sun is rising quickly, brilliant red rays shooting over the horizon and casting a glow over endless ocean. He has taken the world away and replaced it with something else. Gone is the city I used to rule. Gone are the people and the buildings and the car and the noise.
I find myself on top of a house set on a small island. And I do mean small. I can see from one side of it to the other from the perch at the top of the building where the helicopter has landed. And I can see nothing else. There’s nothing on this island. Not a tree. Not a cow. Not a cat. Not a person. At the far end of the island there’s a confused-looking penguin. It looks as out of place as I feel.
“Out you get, princess.” My captor takes me by the arm and pulls me out of the chopper. There’s someone waiting for us, a man wearing a suit. A man just like Miles, but younger. He looks at me with a bland, blank expression, the sort that people who have seen too much have. Ex-military, I’d guess.
My captor speaks to him in some language I don’t understand and takes me down a flight of stairs leading into his island lair. What awaits is cold and minimalist. The sort of house someone who only needs walls, a floor, and a ceiling lives in. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in the island light. It would be beautiful, but it’s just… functional.
The floors don’t have carpets or rugs. Not even wood. It’s polished rock of some kind.
Stone. Steel. Glass. This place would be practically institutional if it weren’t for the fact that there is a designer’s touch.
“You live like a psychopath.”
He lets out a low chuckle and nudges me through a set of doors. They lead into a bedroom with a very large bed, an open en-suite with a very large shower, and… a cage. A barred cage in the corner of the room. Not a crate, like you’d have for a dog, but a human-sized one.
He catches me staring and just smirks at me.
I change the subject before it can even begin.
“You’re after my father’s fortune, aren’t you. Well, you won’t get it. It’s held in trusts if I die. Our lawyers made damn sure there was no incentive to kill us.”
“I’m not going to kill you, Chloe. I would think that was obvious by now,” he drawls. “One death in the family is enough, wouldn’t you say?”
“Don’t you bring up my father, you sicko,” I hiss, suddenly so angry I forget to be scared.
“I’m going to bring him up, and many others,” he says, his voice calm and even, those green eyes focused clearly on me. “You have a lot to learn, little girl. And apparently, you need to learn it the hard way.”
“What do you mean? You’ve just abducted me from my home. How is this the easy way? What’s wrong with you?”
“I’ve tried to get your attention in the past, but you’re a hard young lady to pin down.”
“You mustn’t have tried very hard.”
“Oh, I did. I just followed the official channels, usual protocol, and you, Chloe, ignored every message I sent and refused to take every call I made.”
“I get a lot of calls. My secretary deals with my emails. That’s no reason to…”
“Capture you and fuck you? Oh, I don’t know. I think there’s plenty of reason to do that.” He smiles again, that wild, rakish grin. “I’m enjoying this much more than I would have the other way. And I’ll enjoy what comes next too.”
“What’s next? You just use me? You hold me captive? You think the police won’t notice I’m missing?”