I became obsessed with that thing. It would be the perfect way to restrain her to my bed, the band of metal around her throat a constant reminder of my power over her.

Perfect…if I weren’t also trapped inside this dungeon with her.

Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me? This room, the welts on her body, that chain…all of it poked at my own personal Pandora’s box.

That chain…

Holy fuck. We had a weapon in here. Why hadn’t I thought of this sooner? I scrambled off the bed and wrapped a loose fist around the chain, following it to the hook in the floor. Reaching out, I slid my fingers down the smooth surface of the door, roughly two feet away.

Those assholes would come back, and when they did, I’d tangle them up in their own leash before they had the chance to drug me again. I prayed to God I could get my hands around their throats and apply enough pressure to subdue them. I’d fucking kill them if I had to. It’d be risky, especially if they were packing heat, but if I could get ahold of a gun…

We were out of options. I’d searched every inch of this room by touch, had spent hours listening, hoping to find something that would give me a clue. We weren’t getting out of this damn dirt hole unless we tried.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice small. Timid. Hurt.

Rejected.

“I want to fuck you, sweetheart. Believe me, I do. But I just had an idea.”

“An idea?” Disbelief dripped from her tone.

I had a lot of ideas tumbling though my chaotic mind, most of them deranged and dirty and involving her at my mercy. None of them involved being in this place and at the mercy of others.

I tightened my fist around the chain. “Yeah. An idea.”

9. Escape To Nowhere - Alex

9. ESCAPE TO NOWHERE - ALEX

The persistent thump thump thump of my fists on the door blasted my ears. I was surprised everyone in the place wasn’t screaming at me to quiet down. But having someone yell at me and possibly bark threats would be a step up from them outright ignoring me.

“Can anyone hear me?” I shouted again. I’d been wailing on that door for several minutes, though it felt closer to an hour. Faltering, I drew in a deep breath and listened carefully for the hint of footsteps, the jingle of keys. I couldn’t see a thing, but I knew Rafe waited nearby, chain held tightly in his hands, ready to trip up whoever opened that door.

First, I had to lure them into the room.

“Please!” I cried again. “I need some help in here!”