Play Along
By T L Swan
Genre: Romantic Thriller
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: April 23, 2017
Synopsis
I witnessed a
murder and became his hostage.
Held captive
beneath the deck of a shipping container…. I realise to save my life I need to
become valuable.
My body is my
only weapon.
His pleasure to
my pain.
28 days is a
long time to Play Along with his perverted demands.
He thinks I
enjoy them.
It disgusts me
that I secretly do.
I hate him.
I crave him.
But my mind is
stronger than my body and this time he picked the wrong girl to mess with.
When the player
becomes the played, escape will be my reality.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
In a
world full of deceit and lies, who do you trust?
I stand
alone in the corner of the nightclub, watching him take her in his arms before
he kisses her.
The air
evaporates from my lungs. I can’t breathe.
Despair
is pumping through my bloodstream, but for some sick self-destructive reason, I
can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see this—see what he is capable of
and exactly how far this has gone.
The signs
were there, I saw them. But like a fool I ignored them for as long as my gut
instinct would allow.
I
believed that he loved me.
I believed that she loved me.
As I
stand there and watch my boyfriend of two years kissing my best friend and
roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on so many
levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.
The hairs
on the back of my neck stand to attention. I feel like I am having an out of
body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.
This
can’t be happening.
My first
inkling was two weeks ago. Melissa, my roommate, had a date with a guy she has
been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her up, Todd, my
boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as she left and
I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away from that
man.
Why?
Why
wasn’t he happy that she was dating? They had become friends and hell, had
spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get home from my
nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he jealous?
No, he
couldn’t be.
So, I
thought I would test the theory. Over the following week I was overly
affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she went
to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The
catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and Todd
and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.
I
had obviously ruined their plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep
sickening truth slayed me.
Did they
have sex in her bed or mine?
How often
did my roommate satisfy my lover?
Unable to
help myself, I put a tracking device app on Melissa’s phone. I knew her
password. Of course I did. We shared everything.
Even a
cock, it seemed.
On Friday
she announced that she was going away for the weekend and Todd announced that
he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.
Coincidence?
I didn’t think so.
I knew
they were meeting up and probably going to be fucking in a hotel room somewhere.
I took my
time. I waited.
And now
it’s 11 p.m. on Saturday night and I’m in a different town, in a nightclub
where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.
He can
go. A leopard never changes his sickening spots... but why the fuck did he have
to take her from me?
I watch
them through unshed tears as my heart tries to escape my chest.
My best friend—the only
constant in my life since my mother passed away five years ago. My father, an
abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when Mom died I moved
here for college and met Melissa. My life changed that day. Mel was
happy, confident, and attractive.
More than
I was… than I am.
I watch
her grind herself against him while he looks down on her seductively as she
dances. His hands are on her behind. He’s smiling as he says something and then
they laugh together, and I feel myself die a little inside.
They are
not just fucking.
They have
feelings for each other.
He kisses
her again and his hands go to the back of her head to hold her exactly how he
wants her. Their kiss is long, deep, and erotic.
Through
blurred vision, I try to make myself look away.
No.
I can’t
look away because I know when I leave this nightclub two of the most important
people in my life will no longer be a part of it. The floor sways beneath me.
How is this possible?
What have
I done to deserve this betrayal?
I can’t
move.
He kisses
her again and they fall back against a wall where he pins her and then they
start to really go for it.
No. Stop
it!
The tears
burst the dam and I start to stride toward them as the adrenaline hits its
crescendo. I need to stop them, stop everything.
Stop
kissing her, you fucking asshole!
Please,
stop it!
But then
I pause mid-step.
Don’t do
this. Don’t lower yourself. Go home and move out. Don’t give them a chance to
deny or defend it.
I am
better than this.
I stand
for a moment and stare at the square pattern on the carpet beneath my feet. I’m
dizzy and disorientated. I stay there for a while longer with my eyes firmly on
the dirty treasons. He kisses her and lifts her thigh up to wrap around his, a
move he always pulls on me.
Does he
like to do her from behind, too?
That last
thought snaps something deep inside. I don’t remember getting over to them, but
I push him in the back as he pins her to the wall, he falls forward and then
looks around, his expression drops in horror. Before I know what I’m doing,
I’ve punched him in the face.
Melissa’s
hands fly to her mouth. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “T-this isn’t what it looks
like,” she stammers.
“You
slut!” I scream, unable to control myself. I grab a drink from a man walking
past and throw it in her face, following it up with a hard slap across her
cheek. She staggers back in shock, her hand flying up to her smarting face.
“Roshelle,”
Todd cries as he grabs my arm to try and control me. “Calm down.” He pulls me
away from Melissa, clearly scared that I am going to hit her again.
“I will
not fucking calm down.” I push out as the tears fall. I turn to him and a
myriad of emotions fill me, but it is his betrayal that steals my voice. I have
so many things I want to say, so many things that have escaped my brain. My
eyes search his and he tries to grab my hand.
“Don’t
touch me!” I yell as I whip my hand away from him. “Never again.”
I turn to
Melissa. “Get your things and get out of my house.” I sneer.
“Roshelle,”
she whispers. “I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head in disbelief. Suddenly the
walls start closing in, and I know I have got to get out of here.
I have
got to get away from this hurt.
I see an
exit sign and make a beeline for it without looking back. I push out into the
cold night air, the door slamming behind me.
“Shut the
fuck up before I blow your fucking head off!” a man’s voice yells.
“You
don’t have the fucking guts,” someone else sneers in reply.
Huh?
I try to
focus, despite my tears, and I angrily swipe them from my eyes. It’s dark and
there are people out here. I try to focus on the shadows in front of me, then I
turn back and try to open the door I just came out of. It’s locked and there is
no handle on this side. It’s clearly a fire door.
What?
Where am I?
The tears
are streaming down my face.
A gunshot
rings out and a man drops in front of me clutching his stomach. My eyes widen
in horror as I grasp the situation I have just unknowingly stumbled upon.
What?
Suddenly,
I’m surrounded by five men on all sides.
I’ve
interrupted some kind of deal.
Oh no.
“Who the
fuck is she?” one man calls out.
I shake
my head in a panic. “I didn’t see anything, I swear.” I push through the group
of men and one of them grabs me by the arm. “I need me some clean ass tonight.”
I try to
rip my arm from his clutches, but he hits me hard across the face with his gun,
the pain ringing through my head like a lightning bolt before I fall to the
ground.
“Bring
her with us,” someone yells.
“No, we
don’t need that baggage. Leave her, she said she didn’t see anything.”
They
continue arguing.
“Yeah,
well, my cock needs new pussy. “Bring her.” The shooter growls.
I feel my
body being lifted and then thrown into the tight space of a car trunk. “No,” I
whisper. “No.” My handbag falls to the ground and I see someone pick it up and
throw it in the car.
The trunk
lid slams with a thud.
I taste
blood in my mouth as I lie in a semi-conscious state in the dark.
The pain
from my head throbs. What has just happened?
I put my
hands up in the darkness and feel the cold metal that encases me.
The
reality of the situation rings true as the car starts to drive and I hear them
talking to each other in the backseats behind me. Everything is foggy and my
head, it hurts so much. I feel something hot run through my hair. What is it? I
put my hand up and feel a deep gash in my head, the dripping blood hot and
sticky. What the fuck? Oh no. They will kill me.
With
renewed purpose and splayed hands I start to hit the roof in a panic.
They just
killed someone.
I need
some new pussy.
His words
run through my head. Oh my God, they are going to rape me before they kill me,
all five of them.
I start
to run my hands frantically over the metal that encases me. How do you get out
of a car trunk? Is there a latch?
“Help!” I
scream. “Help me,” I call out as I slam my open hands on the roof. The car
slows down. Shit! My eyes widen.
Is this
it? I pant as I listen to their movements and I hear the whirl of the traffic
lights walk indicator. Now! I need to scream now. We are static, stuck in
traffic.
I start
to bang on the roof with force. “Help me!” I scream. I lift my legs and try to
push the lid open, but fuck, it’s so cramped in here. I bang frantically on the
ceiling and I feel around underneath me, grabbing the corner of the carpet.
Tools. There will be tools under here. I half roll over and tear back the
carpet and grab a metal toolbox. “Help me. I’m in the trunk. I’m being
kidnapped. Heeeeeeelp!” I scream.
“Shut the
fuck up or I’ll come back there and shut you up,” a male voice growls from
inside the car.
My eyes
widen. Oh, he sounds scary. I really begin to freak out. I have to get out of
here. Now.
I
struggle to open the toolbox in front of me in the dark, but eventually it
flies open in a rush and a tire iron flings back, hitting me straight in the
nose.
“Ah,
fuck!” I scream.
Ouch,
that fucking hurt. The impact brings tears to my eyes and I clutch my face. Oh,
crap, I think I broke my own nose. I grab the tire iron and hit it on the roof
with all of my strength. The impact makes it ricochet back and hits me straight
in the eyebrow.
“Ahh!” I
scream again. I feel a hot trickle run down the side of my face. If they don’t
kill me I am doing a good job of it myself here.
I keep
banging the tire iron on the roof. This has got to be gaining some kind of
attention. “Help me,” I yell. “Someone… call the police. Help.”
The car
speeds up and I am flung to the back of the trunk. The lights change, the car
flies around the corner, and I go flying, sending the tools scattering
throughout the trunk so they hit me. The driver turns a right like a maniac and
I slide and hit my head against the side.
“Fucking
assholes,” I scream, and I hear them all laugh inside the car. Then the vehicle
flies around a left corner and I go sliding again. I can hear the tires
screeching as the car races down the street.
I’m going
to die. Oh God, I’m going to die. I try to grip onto the metal roof to stop
myself from hitting the edge, but I can’t, and as the car flies around the
corner I crumple into the hard metal end of the trunk. The tools are flying
around and hitting me. Shit. I feel around frantically for the tire iron again.
I may need it, but I can’t find it, and my hand feels around the carpeted floor.
Where are
you? Where are you?
I bend
and feel along the other end of the trunk and finally feel the cold hard metal.
My heart is racing as the car races out of control. I need a plan, but what is
the damn plan?
Think.
I clutch
the tire iron in my hand with white-knuckle force as I try to stop myself from
flying around. Whoever opens the trunk is getting knocked out with this fucker.
My thoughts cross to Oprah and her sound advice to never go to the second location. I don’t remember much from Oprah,
but I do know that she said never go to the second location if being
kidnapped—fight like hell to escape because they are going to kill you as soon
as you get there.
Oh God,
this is great.
I’m
already in the fucking car on the way to the second location. I begin to get
mad, like, furious mad. How dare they? I’ve had a really fucking bad night and
I’m not in the mood for this shit. After about twenty minutes and sixty attack
plans, the car slows down and goes over speed bumps.
Where are
we?
Adrenaline
starts to pump through my blood.
Speed
bumps are in parking lots… So that must mean we are in a deserted parking lot.
The car
stops and the men go silent. I close my eyes, knowing this is it.
Holy shit.
My heart
is hammering and I grip the tire iron in one hand and the car jack in the
other. If I’m going to die tonight, someone is coming with me. I wriggle around
so my feet are facing the opening, and I pull them back towards my chest. I can
hardly breathe, I’m so scared. I hold my weapons in my hand and wait. The car
doors open and the whole car lifts as the men get out.
Where are
we?
I hear
them begin to talk as if I have been totally forgotten about and another
sickening thought crosses my mind. What if they just leave me in here?
What if I
just die a slow death in the car from no water or food? Oh my God.
What do I
do? What do I do?
I stay
quiet for five minutes as I try to think until I can’t stand it any longer.
Screw
this. I am not dying alone in the trunk of a car in a deserted parking lot. I
put my tire iron down next to me on the floor and I bang on the trunk lid.
“Help me. Let me out,” I call.
The men
go silent.
“Just get
her out and let her go,” someone says.
“I will
be having some fun first,” another answers.
I can’t
understand what is said next but they all laugh out loud and I grip the tire
iron in my hand.
Assholes.
I pull my
legs back, and as the trunk is opened I kick out with all my might and connect
my feet with a man’s face, knocking him to the ground. I jump out of the trunk
and one man comes at me. I swing the tire iron as violently as I can and hit
him hard in the head, watching as he falls away. The other men all laugh at
their two friends on the ground. Another man comes at me and I swing the car
jack as hard as I can and cut his face open.
Then I
run.
As fast
as I can, I run across the cement. It’s dark and we are in a parking lot that
seems to be near the ocean. I can smell the sea and hear the seagulls. I run
with two men chasing after me. I have no defense in these damn high-heeled
shoes. They catch up with me easily and tackle me to the ground.
“Get off
me,” I scream as I fight and kick. One man hits me across the face and they
struggle to contain me as I wrestle to get out of their grip. They are too
strong.
They drag
me up from the ground, one on each arm, as I kick my legs out and wrestle to
try and get away. They fight with me through the darkness, guiding me back to
the car.
One man
has his t-shirt off and is holding it up against his face to try and stop the
bleeding from my car jack attack and the other two men watch.
One man
is leaning on the car watching me intently.
I glare
at him and he smirks back.
“Let me
go!” I yell as I try to break the gorilla grip the two men have on me. I bend
down and they struggle. I kick out again and connect with the man on my left,
hitting his balls and he cries out and doubles over. The distraction lets me
rip from the other man’s grip and I punch him hard in the face. The man who I
hit with the tire jack comes to their aid and helps them hold me down.
“You’re
coming with us, bitch.”
“She’s
going to be fun to break in.” The man on my left laughs.
“Fuck
you!” I scream as I kick him in the balls again.
He
doubles over in pain and the man leaning against the car laughs out loud.
My eyes
glance over to him. He’s tall, scary looking, and the other men all seem to be
looking to him for guidance. He’s calm and controlled, not like them. He’s
clearly the alpha of the group.
Their
leader.
He smirks
as he watches me and lights a cigarette as if thinking and shakes his head.
“I don’t
have time for this shit.” He sighs.
I kick
out and connect with the other man’s shin, he cries out. “I’m going to fucking
bash you in a minute, bitch.” He growls. “What are we fucking doing with her?”
he yells at the man leaning on the car. “She’s out of fucking control.”
The tall
man takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes dropping to my feet before rising
back up. He smirks darkly. “Bring her.”
I shake
my head and start to fight. “Like fuck you will,” I scream as I kick out.
His eyes
hold mine, and he smiles darkly and takes another drag of his cigarette. He
licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts.
Fear runs
through me. I start to go animalistic and fight like hell.
“Get the
cloth,” he says to the two the other man standing next to him. The guy
disappears to the car and shuffles around as I fight and kick the two men on
either side of me. He reappears with a black cloth and holds it over my face as
I struggle with the two men who are holding me down.
“No.” I
scream as I try to move my head out of their reach. I can’t get away from the
black cloth that smells like chemicals.
I
struggle.
I fight.
I feel
faint.
I lose
consciousness.
I wake as
a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach and I go to wipe the perspiration
from my forehead. I can’t move my arm.
Huh? I
pull my arm, but it won’t move, and I glance over my head to see it is tied to
a post.
I
struggle and look down at my body. Horror dawns on me.
Oh my God.
I’m
naked, spread-eagled and tied to a bed by my hands and feet.
My eyes
flicker nervously around the room as I try to focus. I see the tall man leaning
up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He is looking through
my wallet from my handbag.
What the
fuck?
I start
to struggle frantically. I have got to get out of here. I jiggle my whole body
to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.
He
ignores me and pulls my licence from my wallet. He holds it up and reads it.
“Roshelle
Meyers,” he murmurs.
“Get out
of my things,” I snap.
He
glances up and smirks, walking towards me before he kneels next to me on the
bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers through
my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies dryly,
arching his brow.
My eyes
close. Oh God. I don’t remember.
Shame
fills me.
“Let me
go,” I whisper as tears escape and roll down my cheeks.
His hand
travels slowly up my torso. He cups my full breast and then bends and takes it
in his mouth. “I like these,” he whispers into my breast.
I screw
up my face and shake my head. “Please… stop it. Please, I beg. What do you
want? Let me go. You have had your fun.”
He bites
my nipple hard and I gasp in pain.
“I haven’t
started to have fun yet,” he whispers coldly.
“Untie
me. Please, untie me,” I beg.
He shakes
his head as he runs his fingers back toward my sex and slides them through my
lubricated flesh. I’m wet. Have
I had sex? “Did you…?” I hesitate.
His dark
eyes dance with delight. “My tongue did.”
My eyes
widen in horror.
He bends
and kisses my sex and I buck off the bed to try and get him off me.
“I
couldn’t help myself,” he whispers. “A sweet smelling pussy tied open for
my gaze is something that I can’t resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.” He
lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as
his hand slides back up my body to cup my breast. “Let’s get one thing
straight.” He sneers.
I turn my
head away so I don’t have to look at him and he grabs my face and drags my eyes
to meet his.
“I’m the
boss here.”
I glare
at him.
“You do
what I want, when I want.”
“Like
fuck I do,” I whisper angrily.
He
smiles an evil smile. “If what I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in
two… then that’s my call. Not fucking yours.”
I swallow
the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.
“Go to
Hell,” I whisper.
“I’m the
gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”
Meet the Author
Lover of her
husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
When she is not
writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with
friends.
Writing is her
passion.
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