SABRINA POV : CHAPTER 2

My mouth fell open and I hope this is all a nightmare because this sort of joke has gone too far.

I threw my head back. This nightmare was so real. When I wake up, I'll text my girlfriends about it. 

“If you don't like that option then, we can do something better.” His fingers moved to stroke my bottom lip, parting it slowly. In my life, I've never been as frozen as I was right now. 

He slid his fingers down to my throat and squeezed hard. “You can either get on all fours or you can use your mouth.” 

I wish this was a dream but it wasn't. It was all real. This crazy bastard is real. Now, I realized how much trouble I was in. This psycho will kill me.

“So? Which is it?” he asked in a soft voice. The nerve of him.

When I noticed his grip around me had loosened, I lunged up, trying to headbutt him and run. For a second I was free, I had almost escaped when suddenly, air whooshed from my lungs and my back hit the bedstand.

“Aargh!” A muffled groan escaped my lips and my throat closed. I look up and that's when I realized he's squeezing around my throat. This time he looks like he's really going to kill me. 

My dugs dug into his wrist and I tried to kick and scream but it's like colliding with a freaking wall.

“Next time you try to run, snap your neck.” He whispered along the lines of neck, his breath caressing my skin. 

At this moment, he's nothing short of a monster.

“Please… please …” My voice cracked, echoing through the empty air. 

“Please?” He drew out as if mocking me. “Please, use your pussy or your mouth? Which is it?”

Is this psycho still insistent on this?

Tears filled my eyes as I looked around for anything to help me escape. I found none. There was nowhere to go. No matter how hard I struggled, this monster wouldn't let me. 

“Should I choose for you?” he tightened his hold and I could feel life draining out of me. No, I can't die here. Not yet. Mom would always tell me to live to fight another day.

“I'm waiting…” he said in a sing-songed tone.

“Lips!” I said in a panicked voice. 

“Sorry?” He mused. The bastard was enjoying this. 

“Lips.” My voice broke.

When he let go of me, I inhaled a greedy amount of air, grateful for the oxygen returning to my lungs. 

The stranger raised a gorgeous brow and leaned closer till I could smell his body wash. 

“So you'll let me use your mouth?” He asked.

I feel sick.

“I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm doing this because I have no choice and because you threatened me, you sicko!” 

“I've heard worse, love.” He kept one hand around my throat and used the other to slide down his zipper. 

When he pulled out his member, I tried to turn my head the other way but his grip forced me to watch. 

“Open.” He ordered, clutching my hair. 

I closed my eyes shut. This is all a nightmare, Sabrina. You'll wake up soon enough.

“Open!” He ordered again. 

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I loosened my jaw. If I don't, I doubt he'll keep his word. 

I swallow the revolting urge not to vomit when his dick slips into my mouth.

“Go on.” He forced my face closer and despite the fear that paralyzed me, I bit down on him. Hard.

I expected him to throw me off the bed and yell like the motherfucker he was but this man didn't. Instead, a low grunt escaped him and he tugged on my hair till pain exploded all over my skull. 

“Use your teeth again and I'll forget about calling the cops. I'll just kill you,” He hissed. “Now, suck.”

I didn't dare to defy him but the problem is I've never done this before. So I just close my eyes and do as Gigi said when she tells me about doing it to her boyfriend. 

“That's me,” He breathed. “Good girl.”

Tears stung my eyes and drool trickled down my chin. Just then a salty taste exploded on my tongue and I threw it up on the ground. 

When he pulled away, I shriveled back, pushing myself back till I hit the wall.

“You were a good sport, Sabrina,” he said as he walked towards me and effortlessly tugged me to the feet. 

I remained frozen, unable to wrap my head around what just happened. The most important of all is, how the hell did he know my name? 

I'd barely gotten any answer when he shoved me aside as if I'm a sack of potatoes, opened the door, and walked away.

The urge to vomit had been constant ever since I left the mansion. And I did. I didn't stop. No matter how many times I brushed my teeth and no matter how many mouthwashes I used, I couldn't get rid of that disgusting taste in my mouth. 

I even took another bath. 

I scrubbed my body until it turned red. I scrubbed everywhere that psycho touched me and scrubbed till my body ached. When I realized I didn't feel so filthy anymore, I collapsed on my bed and sobbed.

Even when I managed to fall asleep, I woke up with a nightmare. The stranger from last night was squeezing my neck and I was screaming. Thank God, mom had splashed me with a bucket of ice water. 

I dragged my body to the bathroom and took a shower, brushed my teeth and wore my uniform. 

I wanted to skip school today and get some sleep but I feared I'd relive the same nightmare.

The walk to my first class was constantly interrupted by Gigi and Larry, my best friends. 

I nodded my head or just smiled because I couldn't talk much. My jaw ached like crazy and my neck still hurt. I had to wear a turtle neck to school today. 

I sank in my seat and buried my head on my desk. My coursemates buzzed around me as usual. I wonder what they're talking about this time.

“Have you seen the new professor? Gosh, he is so hot.”

“I know, right?” Another girl chimed.

I closed my ears. Can't they just talk somewhere else?

“I heard he’s a famous lawyer in New York and only picked up lecturing to kill time.” Gigi said.

Girls squealed when a tall, broad man walked into class.

“That's him. That's our criminal law professor. Gosh, he's too hot.”

I dragged my eyes to the professor and my blood froze.

My skin prickled and I nearly threw up.

Our professor's gaze locked on mine as he introduced himself. “Good morning, class. My name is Ivan Golovin and I'm your criminal law professor.”

Ivan Golovin.

That's the name of the psycho that used my mouth to get off last night.