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Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 5
Rattling stirred me, waking me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open as my head rose in time to see through the darkness a figure step through a door, locking it behind them. A flip of the switch, and I cringed against the harsh light.After adjusting, I looked at the man, and everything came rushing back.I guess in sleep I hoped to forget I was a captive taped to a chair.Six walked to the bed, dumping half a dozen plastic bags.“Did you just wake up?”I scowled at him.He chuckled, then stepped over, ripping the tape from my mouth.“Ouch! Asshole, motherfucking hurt!” The sting of the tape taking hair was worse than a wax job.“You’ll be fine.” He rummaged through the bags, pulling out a few boxes of hair dye.“What’s that for?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious.“Are you going to tell me what you know?”I shook my head again.He pulled the gun out of his waistband. “Should I just shoot you now?”“No.”He tore open one of the packages, emptying the
Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 6
I awoke to the change of speed and the sun shining in my eyes. It took a moment for the sleep to leave and for me to once again remember all that had happened.Alive, for the moment.“Where are we?” I asked as I sat up. There was a sudden need to pee that took over, and a churn in my stomach. A quick glance down at the clock revealed it was just before 7 a.m.“Outside Atlanta. We’re going to stay here.”I nodded and noticed the anxiety in me was lower. Something in the night changed me. Inside, the turbulent seas had reduced to a yellow flag—as close to the Goldilocks zone as I was going to get in my situation. Add in to it that the urge to cry was missing.I hadn’t come to grips with what happened, but I did know crying wasn’t going to help me. I was dealing with a deranged man who had no issue doing anything, including killing me.The only thing to do was just as he said—accept the situation. If I didn’t want more people to get hurt, or more precisely, killed, then I ne
Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 7
Grunting and some curses greeted me in the morning as I fought to either wake or sleep. The pain in my side from a rogue spring told me I wanted to go back to sleep. My back was sore. The shittastic mattress was the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever slept on. But I was no longer pinned down by a body.He was the one making all the noise. I groaned and sat up. There was twisting and muscles flexing and my captor looking way too hot as he fought with whatever inanimate object was giving him trouble.I yawned and scratched at my head. My hair had to be a mess—he kept twisting it in the night as I moved around to get it away from him. It was a chore to open my eyes and look at him. Every part of me was stiff.He didn’t pay any attention to me. I made a huffing noise as I threw the covers back and made my way to the bathroom. I used my fingers to comb through my hair to get the knots out and straighten the mess out some, but the only thing it seemed to be doing was breaking and f
Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 8
I hummed a tune. An annoying one.All on purpose.What else was I going to do? Sarcasm was my nature. Bating the beast my fun. There was no stopping who I was, and that alone was bound to get me killed sooner rather than the never I dreamed of.We’d been at the same motel for three days. The only time I’d gotten fresh air was when Six opened the door in his comings and goings, leaving me chained to the bed of this shithole.And it really was a shithole. The longer I was there, the more I saw. Good thing I wasn’t a germaphobe, because I didn’t want to overthink what could be lurking in the bed I was lying on.Over the prior seventy-two hours, I’d become fully immersed in my new reality. Accepting my situation and all. The fact that I was going to die much sooner than later only spurred on my whole let-it-go attitude.And there was a vision of Elsa from Frozen in her blue gown singing in the snow.It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried to escape, but the sad news was he knew what h
Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 9
Stats:10 – days held captive by a killer9 – days in shithole motel7 – times I pissed my captor off5 – times a gun was pointed at me12 – times his cock was in me in some way7 – number of orgasms (fucker stopped 5 others)2 – escape attempts (discontinued after day 3)11 – times his hands were around my neck (4 orgasms obtained, seemed I liked a little breath play)19 – number of times I ate fast food. Always good, but I was ready to be done with it for a while.24 – visible weapons of assortment1 – pair of clean underwear left428 – times I was pissed at myself for being physically attracted to the psycho“Here,” Six said as he walked through the door, following another of his disappearances, and threw an envelope at me.For the past eight days he’d left for hours each day. Usually he came back with food of some sort. I had no idea where he went or what he did, but I’d fallen victim to the strange routine.The morning began with him already awake an
Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 10
My hands shook the entire way to the airport. I never took drama in high school. Besides faking an occasional orgasm with a boyfriend, I’d never delved into acting at all. Now, I was about to enter an airport with a killer, who’d had me chained in a motel for a week, and pose as his wife.Shopping was different. Shopping I had fun with, especially when there was no limit. Going through a security checkpoint and customs with falsified documentation scared me in more ways than I could keep track of.There was nothing gentle, loving, or affectionate in Six’s touch. Then again, he fooled me the night I met him. Maybe if he acted like that, I could channel the me from that night and a dream of what that version of him and I could’ve morphed into.My mind wandered back to that night, to his smile. Since meeting Six, the only smile I was graced with was a condescending one or a menacing one when he had his cock in hand. When he was Simon, he was smooth, personable, and flirtatious.
Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 11
I couldn’t stop staring up at the huge steel structure. It was larger than I ever dreamed. The one-third scale version at Kings Island couldn’t compare to the real thing—the Eiffel Tower.My kidnapper had taken me over four thousand miles from home. Not only that, I was staring out our hotel window right at the magnificent Paris icon.No dive motel. It probably cost over a grand per night. The view alone was worth that, and the hotel was pretty swanky as well. There was a four-poster bed with lavish and plush bedding. No springs in my side there.Near the window was a sofa and chairs with a few side tables, giving me the perfect lookout over the city. Just past the sitting area was a desk and chair, which Six turned around so he was always looking out over the room and keeping tabs on me.“I’m surprised we’re not in some back-alley special,” I said, still stunned, as I sat in the chair and continued to scan the skyline.He said nothing, but that was usual Six style. It was
Six_K.I. Lynn Chapter 12
“So, you speak French,” I said once we were out of the gorgeous building and the untouchable beings inside. It was like Mount Olympus in there.No response, like usual.“Any others?” Annoyance seeped in. Was it so fucking hard to answer a few simple questions?“About seven.”“Wow. Talented tongue.”He turned and smirked at me. “I thought I proved that the first night.”Fuck.Yes, he did.“You’ve slept with her.” The words were out before I could retract them. His dismissive attitude grated on me.He turned to me. “You picked that up from a kiss?” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips.I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes you are just a regular guy.”“What does that mean?” he asked, his brow scrunching.“That means, duh, asshole. Pretty obvious when she gave your junk a little squeeze at the end there.”The valets opened the car doors and we both slipped in, Six tipping the driver as we did.My arms crossed over my chest, and I stared out the fron
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