Chapter 2: The Dreamer
She got a better view of his handsome face and she squinted her eyes.
He looked somewhat familiar. She couldn't place a finger where she had seen him but she kept getting a feeling she knew him.
He clicked the gun on her forehead with his gaze never living her eyes. He dragged the tape away from her mouth and she shut her eyes from the pain.
"I don't know what you are saying, I'm not the one, the person you are looking for-" She started saying but he cut her off immediately with another shocking news.
"Annah Showman. Twenty-four-year-old. Adult book writer," he said with a cocky stare.
"Yes, that’s me. Those information… they are mine… but there might have been a mix-up," she stuttered as her fear now mixed with shock. Who was this guy and why did he know so much about her?
He grabbed her by her chin and moved her closer to his face.
She whimpered as he had a strong grip on her. The pain was unbearable.
He let go of her. He seemed to be struggling with what he was doing despite the scowl on his face. Annah still couldn’t put a finger on where she had met him.
Her cheeks were stained with her own tears. She sniffed and he returned the gun to her forehead. Annah thought this was her end and she closed her eyes and said a little prayer.
His phone suddenly rang in his left hand and he placed it to his ear.
"Connor, speaking," He answered.
"Connor," She repeated the name. It sounded familiar. She had forgotten where she had seen it. Or heard it. But she knew it…
The gun was no longer on her head. She looked beyond to find anything that she could use to break free. She used her eyes to search for the key to the lock in her hands.
Her eyes widened as she saw the keys sticking out on the left side of his pocket. She gulped down spit as she looked up at his face. He carried a different emotion in his eyes as he spoke on the phone.
Connor moved slightly and the key fell out of his pocket. It made a sound but he was too distracted to notice. It was a miracle she wasn’t going to let slide.
He stood up and walked to his guard. Annah stretched her legs and moved the key to her side.
Her hands were cuffed from the front. She leaned in and grabbed the key on the floor but she mistakenly let go and the sound resonated around the room. Her heart stopped.
Connor turned around and glared at her. He moved to the key and grabbed it from where it fell.
"You are trying to act smart?" He scoffed.
"I told you to use the rope. Her hands are tiny, she could break her bones and break free, I mean she's a writer," he said to his guard, without looking at him. “They are known to be crazy!”
He grabbed the thick rope that lay on the floor and opened up her cuffs. He tied her hands from the back, he made sure he tied her up properly.
"Now where were we?" He asked with the gun back on her head.
Annah could hear her own heartbeat. She shut her eyes as the gun directly on her forehead added a tingly feeling. It was a ticking time bomb attached to life.
"I have been single, my whole life? Who would I get a baby from? God?" She asked, already tired of explaining to him. Her fear had gotten to the point where she became frustrated as well.
She had just missed the chance to escape. What else could she do now except convince this madman that she didn’t have his baby?
He hit her head with the back of his gun and she yelled in pain.
"I hate people who lie," he whispered through tightened teeth. He grabbed her stomach and she yelled in pain.
"You think because you burnt off the fat in your stomach, I would not know?" He asked.
"I swear... I don't... know what is happening, I have no child. I have never been with anyone in my entire life," She confessed red from crying.
"Prove it!" He demanded.
"How do I prove something like that to you?" She asked confused.
He placed his hands on the trigger and shot but it only clicked.
“Argh!” she screamed as her tears increased.
"You might not be lucky next time," he whispered.
"I am telling the truth…" She continued to cry. She almost died. She saw her own death. What did this man want?
"Your constant lies are irritating the hell out of me! I hate it when people! Peasants! Like you lie to me! Where is the baby?"
He dragged the gown she wore and exposed her slim body in one hard pull. Annah tried to cover herself by bending her knees under her nose again but Connor read her move before she even started. He gripped her legs and held them down.
She cried as he stared at her now naked body. The water had started drying up due to the heat in the dungeon but it didn’t make the fact that she was naked any better.
Tears pricked her eyes as she couldn’t help herself. He was staring at her body and there was nothing she could do to protect herself.
Connor’s eyes narrowed down on the scar on her stomach. He bent forward with the gun and traced the scar with it.
"This scar? What do you have to say about it?" He asked before he freed her legs.
Annah immediately tried to hide her naked body with her legs thankful that she still had her panties on.
"It… was from an operation. An appendix operation." She sniffled refusing to stare directly at his face.
This was like fuel to the anger already brewing within Connor. He threw the gun on the floor and came at her. "Shit! Shut your dirty lying mouth!"
"How about close inspection, if you truly speak the truth?" He hissed.
He ran his hands on her silky thighs and she flinched from his touch. His hands were soft but a little bit sweaty. He squeezed them and she moved them away.
Connor returned his eyes to her. Annah felt a knot in her stomach as she recognized the lust in his eyes.
He grabbed her face and planted a kiss on her lips. She tried to spit or bite him but he was stronger than her. He used one of his hands to grab her boobs and she squirmed under his rough kiss.
The fighting on the lips gave him a slight injury on his lower lips and he pulled away and slapped her face. Annah fell to the floor panting for her life. She thought he was done and was almost thanking her lord but Connor was just starting.
It was only a matter of time before those erect nipples teased him to the point of losing his mind. She was so sexy and she had to be half-naked and wet in front of him. When he touched her thighs, he knew his control was going out of the window and now it was.
He grabbed her legs and spread them.
“Please, don’t!” Annah cried out in panic as she tried to fight some more, but he had caught her off guard.
One hand went to her stomach. He leaned and kissed her thighs roughly. She fought with all her might but he was stronger. He pinned her in place with one hand and continued kissing her.
He pulled the hand holding down her stomach and unzipped his pants with it. Then he balanced himself with one hand on the floor and the other moved to her neck.
Connor stopped choking her and thrust his finger deep into her cunt.
The excruciating pain made her yell out loud and then everything turned dark as she continued screaming.
The air seemed to change around her and her eyes flashed open ready to face the rape that was coming her way.
She was on her bed… in her house.
“It was a dream…” she whispered wiping the sweat off her forehead.
Yet she felt strange. Was it a dream?
She moved away from the bed and rushed to the door. She checked if the guard was still there. He wasn’t there. There was no one there.
It took her some minutes before she realized she was still in her apartment. She checked the time on her phone. It was already morning.
She touched her body. She could still feel the warmness of her rapist.
Was it truly a dream?
Chapter 3: Who is Connor?She sat on the bed with a frown on her face. She was lost in her thoughts. The same question kept reoccurring in her head. Was it a dream or reality? Annah stood on the bed. She realized there was a throbbing pain between her legs. When she had jumped off the bed to verify if the blue-suited guy was there, fear had made her numb. Now that she was calmer, she could feel it and she hated where her mind was driving at.She held on to something as she tried to get used to the pain. It felt like her legs had a hangover. She wanted to believe it was just her brain playing tricks on her. Annah was the only one in the little self-contained apartment she got when she turned eighteen. She wasn't the type to socialize much, so she spent most of her time drinking coffee and writing. She had no boyfriend or the time to get one. So she found it quite strange when that man said she had a child. She pressed her lips together and grabbed her towel from the shelf beside he
Chapter 4: A Friend IndeedAnnah left the restaurant and walked straight to her friend’s place. The situation was no longer a simple one and she couldn’t continue analyzing it by herself. She had to talk to someone and Rita was all she had.Growing up without her parents had left Annah scarred but she never let it get to her. She could survive on her own.Rita, her best friend use to be her roommate until she suddenly made it big. Annah had tried asking her but Rita only smiled and said Annah could not do the things she did for money. All Annah could remember was waking up from her operation and finding out that Rita was very rich now.But they still talked about their work and relationship –well mostly, Rita was the one who talked about relationships. Annah had zero experience.“Good morning,” Annah greeted the gatekeeper who was more than happy to welcome her into the private apartment.“Welcome miss, your friend is home,” the old man told Annah.Annah thanked him and proceeded to t
Chapter 5: The KidnapAnnah remained on the couch thinking about what to do. What Rita said was true. Connor Richards wasn’t a man who would look at someone like her twice. She must have truly imagined everything.“Annah, I am sorry, I need to head out to work now,” Rita announced as she returned to the room dressed in a flamboyant dress that had huge puffy shoulders.Annah raised her brows at her. She moved her eyes to the shoes and she almost burst into laughter. “Rita, what exactly do you do now? Are you a stripper of some kind because I don’t understand how you will wear a seven-inch heel and move around so comfortably?”“You know nothing about fashion!” Rita said waving her hand dramatically. “Make sure you lock my house when you leave,” she added over her shoulder as she pulled the door open.Annah didn’t want to stay but she refused the awkward situation that would meet her if she went with Rita. Her best friend had a car but she never gave Annah a ride. She would rather, stick
Annah's eyes darted around as she surveyed the surrounding. She was shocked to have found herself in a lavishly elegant room, lying on a king-sized bed. Annah wondered how long she had been asleep, because the last thing she remembered was entering the helicopter with the man that kidnapped her.Yes! Now she remembered, she was kidnapped!Upon the discovery, she tried to move but found out she had been restrained. Her hands were cuffed behind her and it brought a wave of shock. Even as her mind flashback to the dream she had.It was just like this in the dream, held captive and kidnapped. The only difference was that she wasn't in the dungeon but in a comfortable room. One that speaks of wealth, giving an insight to her kidnapper's riches.But despite the beauty of the room, she still needs to leave. She isn't saved at all.On that note, she began to struggle to get herself free from the bound on her hands but was unable to. Then, she tried moving backwards until she got the right pos
" Mr Connor Richard, if you're looking for someone to play games with, I advise you get yourself a hooker or one of your fancy celebrities. Because I'm not interested in whatever you want to do!" Annah spoke with sterness, allowing her chest to heave only after she had finished talking.But this earned a mockery laughter from the man as he plunged into a fit of laughter."You must be very funny Miss Annah. You should have gone into writing comedy rather than romance because that suits you better.”Sarcasm was laced with every word he spoke....Annah bit on her lower lip, feeling insulted by his reaction and nasty comeback. Who the hell did she think he is to make such comments?! Annah balled her hands into a fist, despite it being tired. She could even feel her blood boiling up in anger.Connor bent over once again to her level but this time, he was extremely close, "Miss Annah Brown I'm not here to play jokes. Just tell me where you kept my child and I'll release you immediately." Th
Connor was not bothered by her frightening scream. In fact, he found it more pleasant and comforting to listen to. With anger boiling inside of him, he pushed harder into her. It was a rough and harsh sex.He lowered his mouth, leaving trails of kisses down her body like it was made only for him. Just the same way it felt the last time. It was the same thing he tasted when he first took her virginity. Fuck!He missed every inch of her body. With more pleasure burning inside of him, he leaned his head backward and kept thrusting in and out of her tits as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to dance to the rhyming of his desires. While Annah, under him, was still struggling to get herself free from his grip.As time passed, he became gentler with the sex and his hard-core thrusting changed into something rhythmic, something she was now feeling familiar with.It felt so familiar like she had had this him before. But her mind just couldn't puzzle where and when it happened. He bought bac
Chapter 9After the maids left, Annah was left alone, a sad, desolate mess. She couldn't understand why all of this was happening to her at that time of her life. Everything Connor had accused her of was very strange to her hearing and, deep down, she had a feeling that there was a mistake somewhere. She also knew that she was a victim of mistaken identity and the person Connor thought she was wasn't her at all.''I need to find a way to make him believe me.'' Annah murmured.She could barely move after what he did to her and looking for him around the house was definitely not an option she could consider. Many things were going on that she didn't know and she had no idea what to do. She couldn't even call her friend, Rita, call the people who meant so much to her, which just made everything frustrating.''I need to find a way…''Annah knew that if she continued staying in this hellhole of a house, she would lose it completely. She had a limit and she knew her body was fast reaching t
Chapter 10 _Sleep child, sleep and the pains will go away… sleep and forget all of your worries for when dawn comes, all of these will only be but a dream._ Annah gasped as she struggled to wake up. There was a suffocating feeling within her, like someone wanted to snuff the living daylights out of her. It was a sick feeling and even as she opened her eyes to look at her surroundings, she still wasn't settled. As her eyes got more accustomed to her room, she calmed down, her heart finally stopping to rest.''It was a dream… only a bad dream.'' she whispered.That was the only thing she could do to calm herself down even as her heart still pounded within her chest. ''I will be okay… i will be okay.'' she murmured.She sat up on the bed, rubbing her sleep filled eyes even as the door to the room was pushed open. She expected to see Connor, breathing down on her with anger but she was surprised when it was only the maid who had come in with her food. It had to be noon because Annah kn