No Such Thing As Nice Guys

Chapter Ten - Travis…

Sarah’s Point Of View

I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this; it was so humiliating. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was actually attracted to Travis. I know it sounded sick and wrong, for me to get feelings for a man who has kid napped me, and raped me.

I was torn out of my thoughts by a sharp pain on my neck; he had dug his teeth into my skin, and was sucking gently. I was overcome by too many emotions; anger, pleasure, attraction, fear, and many others.

When he pulled away from my neck, he moved to my ear. Whispering softly, he said, “Sarah. I know you want this; just admit it. You can enjoy it, I promise.”

‘Maybe just this one time’ I thought. ‘What can happen if I give in just this one time?’ Everything was feeling so good; completely different from the first time at the party.

What the hell was I thinking? No way was I going to give into this sick maniac.

I shook my head back and forth, signaling that I didn’t want this at all. Well, maybe I did, just a little, but at first I didn’t. He tricked my body into wanting this, and now I wanted it too.

Whatever I did, I couldn’t let him think he’d won. There was no chance in heaven or hell I would let that happen.

I glared at him, focusing all the hate I could into his eyes. He took that as a ‘no’ to my question.

Realizing I would not give in, he picked up his speed once again until he was pounding into me so hard, I thought I might bleed. But at the same time, it felt good, sort of.

Realizing there was nothing I could do to convince my body not to react, I had to bite my lip as hard as I could, just to keep from moaning. Again. I’d already let one slip, but I don’t think he heard it. Still, I didn’t want to risk another one.

Travis was whispering in my ear again. “You stupid tease, you asked for this, I couldn’t help myself.”

I tried not to cry at what he said. I had kissed him back, I knew that, but I was caught off guard, confused. Or was I? I mean, over the past few days, Travis had been nothing but nice to me, and up until now I thought he was starting to care about me. I guess I was wrong.

Lost in my own thoughts and self-blame, I forgot to keep quite. I didn’t realize I was the one moaning, until I heard Travis’s grunts of release at the same time.

Quickly, I quieted myself, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

Of course, he had. He pulled out of me and rolled to the side. I could breath again, with out any trouble.

It took a few minutes, but I gathered up the will to talk to Travis. “Why won’t you let me go home?” I said between silent sobs. I turned to my side, so I was facing the wall, and not him.

I was surprised at his answer. “I would, but Mark and Tom are completely against it. And I’m out-numbed there.”

Before I could respond, he stood up and went searching for his clothes.

“Then… Then why are you doing this to me, if you just want to let me go?” I was afraid I’d pushed it too far. I was right.

“I didn’t want to, okay!?! You’re just… Never mind.” He finished buttoning his pants, before heading towards the door.

“Travis…” I said. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but for some reason, I didn’t want him to leave. Maybe it was fear that Mark and Tom would come back, or maybe I just didn’t want to be alone. ‘Maybe you believe him, feel bad for him, and even care about him.’ I though. No, that couldn’t be right.

It didn’t matter, because he didn’t turn around when I called him name. He simply left, and that was it.

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The Next Day (Still Sarah’s point of view)

Whatever the reason, fear or anticipation, I waited for Travis to come to my room. He always came around the same time. Although I didn’t have a watch, I could feel it when he was about it come.

Sure enough, the door opened later that day. Travis was there, but so was Tom. I wondered where Mark was, and it scared me that I didn’t know; Mark was who scared me the most.

I prepared myself for the worse, but I had no need for it.

“Get up.” Travis said, avoiding my glance. I did was I was told, but when he told me to follow him, I hesitated. ‘What was going on?’ I thought.

I was lead through the basement, and up the stairs, with Travis leading the way, and Tom right behind me, one hand on my hip.

My heart jumped into my throat as I thought that Travis had talked to Mark and Tom, or at least Tom, and they were going to let me go.

I was sadly mistaken, as I was lead up another set of stairs. The upstairs was nicer than the basement, but not as nice as the ground floor; and that wasn’t saying much.

Travis opened a door on his right when we reached the top of the stairs. Tom’s hand had made its way to my ass, but I pretended like I didn’t notice. I had sweat pants and a small shirt on, but I still felt naked.

I was lead into the room after Travis, and I was surprised. It was an actual bedroom. It had a nice bed, blankets, and it even had its own bathroom/shower area.

Turning around to face Travis, I was about to ask what I was doing here. He must have read my mind, because he answered my question.

“This is where you can stay now. Bath, bed, toilet, we’ll bring you food.”

With that, he left, leaving me alone with Tom, who had that look on his face that only meant one thing.