Read Held for Free Online

day.
    “Take off your shirt.”
    “I don’t see why—”
    “Take it off,” he barked again. His voice, when raised to that level, was very painful on the ears. The bass in his voice rattled my chest and my already frayed nerves.
    I pulled my left arm out of the sleeve. He let go of my right wrist long enough for me to pull my arm through the sleeve, then he cupped it back in his big hand. I pulled the t-shirt over my head and held it in front of my chest.
    He pulled the shirt away from me and laid it on the nightstand. “Now the bra.”
    I thought about protesting, but if the third time really was the charm, then it would be a stupid thing to do. So I reached behind me with my left hand and popped the clasp on the bra. I slid my arms out while he watched. He took the bra from me as soon as I was free of it, tossing it on the table with my shirt.
    He leaned back and stared at my nearly naked body, which I tried to cover with the one free arm I had.
    “You shouldn’t try to hide yourself. You have a wonderful body. You should be proud of it.”
    “You were just saying that I shouldn’t be promiscuous.” I reminded him. I said it lightly and quietly, hoping that if said in the proper tone, it wouldn’t send him into a rage.
    “That’s why I like you so much. You keep me on my toes,” he said and leaned into me.
    I stood there, naked except for my socks and panties, and he gently kissed my neck. Had he been my boyfriend or husband, this would’ve been nice. But he was a madman who’d kidnapped me, and it was horrible.
    Over and over, he kissed me softly on the neck, still holding my right wrist in his left hand. I wanted to cry, but was sure that if I did, he’d show his angry side. So I bit my lip and held it back. When I felt him cup my left breast, I nearly lost it. But somehow, I managed to keep it together.
    After a few minutes of that, he pulled away from me slowly and smiled.
    “Time for bed.” He reached behind me and pulled back the comforter. I felt him tossing pillows out of the way.
    I was frozen. All I could think about was how it would be to have his large body atop me, raping me. I was too scared to move.
    “Come on,” he said. “Get into bed. I’ve got a lot of things to do.”
    He pushed me backward until my knees gave and I fell onto the bed. Amazingly, he still held my wrist. He turned me around so that my head was on the pillows. Then, he got up on his knees beside me on the bed.
    My heart raced. This was it.
    He pulled my arms up over my head and clasped the handcuff behind a bar of the headboard and around my other wrist. I was shackled to the bed now.
    With my arms held above my head by the cuffs, he didn’t have to hold onto my wrist. He sat up on his knees and drank me in with his eyes. When he leaned down toward me, I nearly screamed. As he kissed each of my breasts, I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended I was anywhere but here.
    The movements of him getting off the bed made me open my eyes. I was afraid that I would find him standing beside the bed undressing. Instead, I found him walking to the end of the bed where he pulled off each of my socks. He then, pulled the comforter up on my body, covering my exposed breasts. I relaxed a little. I was sure that at some point, he was going to have me, but it didn’t look like it was going to be tonight.
    “Sleep tight, Nicole.”
    He smiled and turned, flicking off the light before leaving the room. He left the door open, which I didn’t care for at all. I would’ve preferred it closed, so as to have some sort of warning if he sneaked into the room in the middle of the night.
    Alone now, I saw no reason to keep holding back my tears and my panic, so I let loose. I cried silently so as to not alert him, but I cried hard and long. I was crying when I heard him walking down the steps to the basement, and an eternity later when I heard him coming back up the steps, I was still crying.
    The tears weren’t just for me. They weren’t