ASTRID'S POV
“Where am I?” I asked, my voice coming out in a strained whisper as I slowly parted my lips. Camilla was by my side, supporting me.
I kept drawing in deep breaths, too afraid to open my eyes for fear that the pain might intensify. I wanted to flinch but fought to remain still.
“Where am I? Where did you bring me?” I repeated, my voice tinged with panic as I felt her move closer.
“I’ll get Dane for you,” she said, her voice soft but firm before she stood up and moved away. I reached out towards her, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive.
Every muscle in my body seemed to be paralyzed, a numbness spreading through me.
I felt a growing sense of being dragged into darkness.
I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to block out the overwhelming sensations as I drifted into unconsciousness.
I was jolted awake by a nauseating churn in my stomach, my eyes snapping open.
The immediate need to vomit hit me like a wave, and I groaned in pain and frustration.
I attempted to lift my head, but a crushing migraine made it nearly impossible.
My lips trembled as I tried to push myself up, only to realise that I was lying on a cold, hard floor.
I forced my eyes open wider and saw that my arms and legs were bound, tied securely. A wave of panic surged through me as I tried to comprehend my situation.
This wasn’t supposed to happen; I had hoped for a different outcome. But there was no escaping the reality; it was not a nightmare but a stark and harsh reality.
The last thing I remembered was someone handing me a drink and another person offering assistance.
Camilla had been involved; why? When had she helped me, and how had things gone so wrong?
My concern for Camilla grew as I wondered about her fate. Had she been abducted too? Where was she now? I glanced around the dimly lit room, my anxiety increasing.
In the centre of the room was a bed that looked oddly out of place and only added to my discomfort.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and three men entered, their presence adding to my growing sense of dread.
Each man wore a mask that perfectly concealed their identities, making it impossible for me to discern who they were.
Fear gripped me tightly, and I shuddered as a cold chill ran down my spine.
“Who are you?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling. As I spoke, a sharp pain tightened my jaw, causing me to wince.
Before I could react further, one of the men roughly shoved me back to the floor.
“You don’t get to ask the questions here; I do!” he barked. His voice was hoarse and menacing, sending a shiver of fear through me.
The tone made it clear that I was dealing with dangerous individuals, and I hadn’t anticipated becoming entangled in such a perilous situation.
The man’s commanding presence made the others spring into action. “Untie her,” he ordered the other two, who promptly began to release the ropes binding my arms and legs.
I gasped for breath, panting heavily as I shifted my gaze between the three men, trying to gauge their intentions.
“What do you want? Money?” I asked, desperation seeping into my voice. But before I could react further, the man raised his hand toward my face.
Instinctively, I recoiled slightly, but his hand didn’t strike me. Instead, he began to stroke my ears and cheeks, his touch making my skin crawl.
Realisation hit me hard; I understood what was happening now. Their intentions were clear; they were planning to rape me.
A wave of dread washed over me as I tensed up.
“She’s just pretty; her skin is incredibly soft—just my type,” the man who appeared to be their leader said, his voice laced with a disturbing sense of satisfaction.
“My baby knows exactly what kind of woman I want. If she resists, it will only make it more exciting.”
His words made my stomach churn with revulsion, each sentence deepening my sense of dread. I could feel a wave of nausea rising as his intentions became unmistakably clear.
“You boys can have your fun later, but I get to enjoy her first,” the leader declared, his men closing in on me.
I could sense that they might not fully understand who I was or the potential consequences of their actions.
In a burst of desperation, I lunged at one of the men, landing a solid punch to his side. He winced and recoiled, giving me a brief moment of hope.
The second man reached out to restrain me, but I was quicker. I dodged his grasp and managed to land another blow, pushing him back.
Despite my efforts, both men eventually grabbed me, restraining me with their combined strength.
I refused to surrender, driven by sheer willpower and the determination to fight back, no matter the cost.
I kicked one of the men hard in the balls, making him cry out in pain as he crumpled to the floor.
The other man retaliated by slamming me against the wall, leaving me winded and pained. I felt a throb in my head, the drink taking effect. The leader approached, his demeanour shifting to one of cold determination.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against the nape of my neck, sending a shiver of revulsion through me.
Desperate to escape, I struggled against his grip but it was futile. I was weak now as I watched him attempting to undo his zipper and button in a frantic effort. He had almost finished when…
The door was suddenly kicked open with a force that startled everyone. The intruders released me in their haste to flee, but Dane's furious expression made it clear that he was not going to let them escape easily.
Dane swiftly approached the leader, grabbing him by the unfastened zipper and delivering a powerful blow that made the man writhe in agony. Beta Ivar burst into the room, his movements precise and forceful as he punched and kicked the other two men until they were incapacitated.
With one man subdued, Ivar held him down while Dane came closer to me. His eyes scanned me anxiously, searching for any signs of harm or distress.
“Are you okay? Did I get here too late?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. I shook my head and offered him a reassuring smile, trying to convey that I was alright.
“What happened?” he asked, his voice steady but edged with worry.
As I stared into his eyes filled with concern, I couldn't help but feel hot. I guess the drink Camilla had given me was some kind of sex hunger booster.
I wanted Alpha Dane. I wanted his touch, his dick, his kisses, his thrust.
‘Get a hold of yourself, Astrid!’ I said inwardly, swallowing nervously.
“Let’s talk about it in the car,” Dane suggested, his urgency clear.
But just as he was going to get to his feet, I reached for him, pressing my lips against his in a desperate plea.
“I can't hold it in any longer, Alpha… Have me,” I whispered, adjusting the sleeves of my dress to draw him in.