Another new location to sleep and wake up. I can't say I slept well; I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's because yesterday, a mystery stranger who both scares and delights me kidnapped me. Perhaps it's because I've realized that I can't trust anyone but myself, and I wouldn't trust myself much either.
What I had learnt about Eugene still made me feel totally shoked, but I was sure that I would not let him stay alive. Not him or Mike. I even killed fucking Alan Gorsky, for fucks sake. I will revenge every single one woman, every single one who sacrificed their lives for this sons of a bitches.
Erin was dead. Gloria Usher was born. And I hope this motherfuckers already reserved places in hell.
I overheard someone tinkering with the keyhole and turning it. I was no longer sleeping, but lying on my side, staring at the door opposite me. Red satin bedding engulfed my skin in coolness, and I would have given anything to stay in bed longer.
Lucian entered the room and stood opposite the bed, looking at me. He was still wearing his balaclava, probably because he didn't trust me at all. Neither did I trust him.
"Are you awake?"
"Should I be?" I threw back the blanket and sat on the edge of the bed. All I was wearing was a bra and panties because my pajamas were pretty dirty after the night's rodeo. Lucian wasn't embarrassed by my appearance at all, so I got up and headed for the bathroom.
"You need some clothes, I guess."
"You're a quick learner, Boogeyman." He tilted his head to the side and gave me his usual look. "Don't do that."
"What do you mean?" He came closer to me, so close that I had to tilt my head back to talk to him.
"This. Like if you don't know anything about me, as if you're studying me, as if you want me.» I swallowed hard. To be honest, I had never thought of sex as something desirable, and now I couldn't understand... Is it fear, desire, or lust?
"Maybe I don't know; maybe I'm studying you." The boogeyman put his hand on my waist, lightly stroking my ribs with his thumb, and leaned his head so close that our lips almost touched. "Maybe I want you to."
"I'm your hostage, you said so yourself."
His eyes melted into a smile, I saw a sparkle in them, and something like the words "You're such a naive girl." This time he wasn't wearing gloves, and feeling his skin on mine made my whole body break out in goosebumps. And I think he saw it perfectly. His other hand began to stroke my shoulder, moving further up to my neck and the back of my head, until he buried his palm in my hair and began to massage my scalp.
"I don't like to force." He was practically breathing into my mouth when he said that. A pleasant minty scent enveloped me; he must have just woken up. "I'll wait until you beg me yourself."
At those words, my nipples instantly hardened, my panties became so wet that I was afraid it would be noticeable, and my clitoris became so sensitive that any movement would make me moan.
"That's not likely to happen." I looked straight in his eyes, knowing that I might not be able to keep my word. At that, he pulled me sharply toward him by my waist, and I could already feel him getting hard against me.
"I know how to wait, especially when your body is begging me already, Errin."
"I'm Gloria."
"As you prefer." He let go of me and went to the nightstand, taking out a bath towel and something that looked like a sweatshirt. "Here, I'll wait for you in the barn in 10 minutes."
My Boogeyman turned around and left, which upset me a little. I don't want him to touch me; I don't want him. But my body says otherwise. This won't happen. No way.
I walked into the shower and made the water as cold as it could go. Dousing myself in icy water, I attempted to calm the arousal that was warming me from within. But I could not. I turned up the heat on the water, ran my hand over my still-soapy body, and let out a gasp as my finger softly brushed my nipple. My skin immediately responded to the touch, and I closed my eyes in desire. With an uneasy movement, my hand traveled down my stomach, to my pubic area, and finally slide my finger between my pussy lips.
"Oh God..." I couldn't hold back, hoping that the room and the barn had soundproofing. I didn't want to give Lucian such moral satisfaction.
With my middle finger, I pressed down on my clitoris and began rubbing it in circles. Every movement caused my pussy to become extremely hot, like if a volcano was erupting inside me. I leaned my entire body against the wall, slightly elevated my knee, and then accelerated the pace of my finger, occasionally penetrating myself. It was difficult to suppress my moans, but I really tried.
At some point, my legs started to buckle. I felt I was ready to cum, and it felt unusual to me. My heart was physically thumping so quickly, as if it was about to leap out of my chest with ecstasy. Veins emerged on my temples, and I placed my other fist in my mouth, biting it to keep from screaming in orgasm in front of the entire barn. My legs and hands were shaking. My nipples hurt from the tension, and my pussy felt like it was going to drip with my own juices all day.
I sat down on the floor and began to breathe deeply, trying to pull myself together. I had masturbated before, but I had never experienced such intense pleasure. Especially because a man. Well, any man before turned me on actually. God, I hope no one heard that.
I quickly got up, brushed my teeth, dried my black curls with a towel as best I could, and threw on the hoodie Lucian had given me. I love the way it smells—just clean, powdery, and with really good conditioner. A biker gangster and a clean freak—wow, interesting combination.
The hoodie was dark gray and quite long, almost to my knees. I left my room with the hood up and started looking for the Boogeyman.
Chaos reigned around me. Dozens of men were going about their business in one huge room, and every one of them was looking straight at me. But with a strange look. Not as if I were a girl to buy. Although, to be honest, I doubt any of them would have had enough money for that, lol.
I averted my eyes from everyone, and several men looked away from me, as if trying not to embarrass me. I think they were just not used to having a woman around.
The Boogeyman was standing almost at the very end of the barn, explaining something to a man I already knew. Sean, I recognized him by the bandage on his eyeball. Yeah, Eugene didn't go easy on him.
I moved closer, and all three eyes stared at me. It was awkward.
"Gloria, I'm glad to see the hoodie fits you."
"Thanks." I glanced awkwardly at Sean, who clearly wasn't very happy to see me.
"You could have at least apologized." Lucian glared at his subordinate, who lowered his head.
"Hi, Sean. I didn't hit you personally, and if you had treated me more civilly, maybe this could have been avoided.»
«Are you saying I'm not civilized?»
«I didn't say that. You said it yourself." I couldn't resist making sarcastic comments, even though I could see how much it annoyed him. We clearly had a mutual antipathy for each other.
"I'm not going to put up with this chicken shit, boss." He turned and walked away to the other guys at the other end of the barn, taking a bottle of beer with him.
"He's not exactly known for his manners, is he?" I looked at Lucian with a questioning look, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Don't act like little kids. You'll have to put up with each other and work. Get on." Boogeyman pointed to his bike, and I obediently got on. He handed me a helmet, and wow, I was surprised.
The helmet was definitely my size, with the same design as Lucian's, but in pink and black. There was graffiti written in neon pink pen, but the most remarkable thing was the engraving on my gun. It seemed as if it had been stamped onto the helmet. Wow. That's very stylish.
"Wow, that's very nice work." He put his helmet on and then took my hand, handcuffing it to himself. Come on.
"Thanks."
"Be careful, I might think you've accepted me into your gang."
"Almost, if you earn my trust. Let's go."
"Where are we?" Lucian sat down in front of me, lifting his leather jacket so I could grab onto him with my free hand.
"We'll buy you some comfortable clothes, and then we'll take care of something else. You'll like it."
A minute later, his Ducati's engine was roaring, and we were out of the barn. For the first half hour, we just rode around. He probably wanted me to get a taste of that feeling of freedom. But my bare legs were freezing from the wind. He stopped at an intersection.
"Is it cold?"
"A little."
"Gotcha."
Then we were at the shopping center in literally five minutes. As usual, he took off his helmet, leaving his balaclava on. We didn't go into many stores; in fact, we only went into one. I think that's where all the guys from Rotten Crown shop.
"Pick up what you need; I'll wait outside." Lucian was ready to unbuckle the handcuffs; he knew I had nowhere to run.
"Underwear too?" The boogeyman's eyes flashed.
"Then I'll go with you."
Not that I was in favor of that decision, but I really didn't want to be alone. Well, and let be honest—he already saw me in lingerie; there's nothing to be shy about.
We walked around a few stands, and I picked out some sweatshirts, leggings, sneakers, and, of course, a pair of underwear.
"Take this too." Lucian saw a black hoodie with pink splotches and handed it to me. "Otherwise, what you're choosing makes me want to sleep out of boredom."
«A basic monochrome wardrobe has never hurt anyone.»
«Meh.»
We went to the fitting rooms, where I tried on almost everything. But I didn't go out to show off to Boogeyman. I just silently sorted through what I liked and what I didn't. This probably made him angry, because the fitting room curtain suddenly opened just as I was fastening a new bra.
«Don't you need the opinion of a man with taste, fibber?»
«Don't call me that.»
«But you are a liar, aren't you? And I think you need my help." The clasp on the new lingerie was treacherously uncomfortable. I couldn't fasten the bra at the right level.
«Fuck. Come on. Okay.» I turned my back to him and moved my hair off my back, throwing it over my right shoulder. His cold fingers skillfully and quickly fastened everything that needed to be fastened. «Thank you.»
"I prefer to take it in kind, you know what I mean." I smiled slightly.
I looked in the mirror and admired myself slightly. The lingerie was not frilly as I was used to, but rather leather, bold yet comfy. The black color contrasted dramatically with my pure white skin, and the cups raised my big breasts, making my cleavage look stunning. I cast a quick glance up behind me. Lucian looked in the mirror without touching me, but I could tell he was enjoying the view. He saw my attention and lowered his sight to the clasp of my bra.
«70C, perfect. Now I know what size lingerie to buy you.» I rolled my eyes. How vulgar. «He did it, right? Mike?» His fingers covered the scar on my back, ten neat circles in a row. I suddenly remembered how Mike had stubbed cigarettes out on me while I was locked in a cage, and I lowered my eyes.
"You said you knew the story behind every one of my scars."
Lucian's eyes filled with blood. I didn't need to see his whole face to know he was furious.
"In general."
He stepped back and closed the fitting room curtain.
"Put on that sweatshirt with the pink blobs right now. Let's go to the cash register, and we'll have one more place to stop by."
I obediently did as he asked; we paid and returned to the bike. I walked without handcuffs until we reached it. I had the opportunity to run away, but... where? This time I had literally nothing, including a plan. And on a motorcycle like that, he would have caught me in no time. And I didn't know what kind of punishment methods the Boogieman used. I didn't want to find out.
He fastened the handcuffs, clearly pleased with my appearance, and we headed somewhere else. He didn't say where until the last moment. When we arrived, I felt a little scared. A cemetery. We were in a fucking cemetery.