Leah’s P.O.V
After his call ends his back on top of me, he fondles my breast, nipping at my neck and making a wet kissing trail down my throat. My face was swollen and throbbing, but at that moment the thought of pain left my mind as a new worry rattled my mind. He was going to r**e me if no one came for me and no matter how much I begged him, he wouldn’t stop. The gun lay beside my head, left there for me as a warning.
My hands and feet are once again tied up, but this time I’m spread open, hands and feet tied to the bedpost. For a fleeting moment, I had hoped that he would receive bad news on the call and leave, giving my dad enough time to save me before Zac could do anything to me. But that sinking feeling of no one coming put me in some kind of vegetative state.
All the fight had l
