He pulled her to his body and leered down at her. His handsome face was twisted into a lewd grin, showing his large white teeth. He pulled her even closer, and she felt his erection press against her hip. The acidic bile shot up her throat again. She opened her mouth, hoping to vomit all over him, but nothing came out.

"Let go of her," Sophia screamed from the bed.

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"No way," he said, grinding his horrible erection against her. "Do you know I've wanted you since we were children?"

"You were a creep then, too," she spat.

He chuckled again, "You never responded to my advances, it's true. In fact, you've spent years running from me. But not anymore. Tonight, I've finally caught you."

"No," Sophia shouted. "Leave her alone! Let her go!"

"Oh, I will," Adam said. "But only after she's all used up."

"No," Sophia wailed. "You can do whatever you want to me—just let her go."

Catherine's stomach churned again, and she bit down harder on her tongue. She wanted to shout at Sophia and tell her to shut up, but she didn't want to waste the energy. Adam pulled her even closer, and she felt a demanding hand grab her ass. She tried to pull away, but he squeezed her ass, pressing her pelvis against his own.

"Sophia over there really likes you," Adam whispered. "Such a kind offer of friendship. I wonder if she's close enough to enjoy a threesome with you?"

"Fuck off," Catherine hissed.

"Oh, I'll be fucking," Adam whispered.

She closed her eyes, trying to remember how to fight. Her thoughts were sluggish and disconnected, and the darkness threatened to overtake her. Slowly, she lifted a leg to knee him in the groin, but he pushed her leg back down with little effort. She opened her eyes, and the room swam around her. She could feel something pressing and squeezing her ass, but she couldn't remember what it was. Where was Sean?

A low whisper sounded in her ear, and she forced herself to focus on it. At first, the words blended together, but slowly her mind began to understand. Adam was whispering about what he wanted to do to her.

"Such a lucky man to have two types of girls in his bed," he whispered. "A brunette and a blonde—I'll finally be able to see who does it better."

"No," she groaned. "My husband will stop you."

His hands stopped squeezing her ass, "You're really married. I thought you were just saying that to get rid of me."

"If you do anything to me, you won't survive the evening," she slurred. "My husband is a dangerous man."

Adam laughed, "Then I'll die a very well satisfied man."

He grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand to the front of his trousers, pushing her palm flat against his erection. Her arm bent at an uncomfortable angle, and she whimpered in pain. His eyes brightened with lust, and he pressed her hand harder against him, rubbing her palm up and down the bulge.

She gritted her teeth and used her free hand to reach for her purse. She moved slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice, and she struggled to open the purse. Her hand closed around the phone, and she tried to look down at the screen. The bright light blinded her, and the icons look fuzzy and strange. She tapped the screen and opened her contact list, hoping she'd find Sean. The letters wavered and blurred, and her hand trembled. She tapped call, desperately hoping she'd chosen the right name.

"What are you doing?" Adam hissed. "Why is your hand in your purse?"

She blinked and tried to feign innocence, "What?"

"Give me your purse," he shouted.

He snatched the bag and jerked it off her shoulder. He stuck his hand inside and grabbed her phone. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the screen.

"Who the hell is honey?" he asked.

She bit her tongue and dug her nails into her palm. She hadn't realized that he had been supporting most of her weight. Without his arms around her, it took all her concentration to stay on her feet.

"No one's coming to save you," he laughed.

He raised his hand high above his head and hurled the phone at the ground. It hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud, and her heart sank. Surely, the call had been disconnected. Had Sean even answered? Could he trace the location on her phone? Her knees buckled, and she caught herself against the back of an armchair.

"I can see that you're a fighter," he said, his eyes filled with rage. "But you'll learn."

"My husband—" she began.

"Your husband isn't coming to save you," he said. "But I think I might use your phone to call him as I fuck you. Let him listen in."

"You're sick," she said.

"Or maybe I'll take a little video for him," he continued. "I've always wanted to fuck a married woman while her husband watched. I guess this is the next best thing."

She saw him moving toward her, but she couldn't focus. He seemed to jump from one spot to the next like a poltergeist. A ringing sound in her ears, and she felt herself tilting backward. She gripped the chair tighter and raised her left arm to her mouth. She bit down on the soft skin as hard as she could, but the pain barely registered. She bit even harder, and a dim part of her wondered if she was breaking the skin.

"What the hell are you doing?" Adam asked.

She looked up and found him inches away from her face. A strong hand gripped her arm and pulled it away from her mouth. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and her head spun.

"You can't fight the drug," he said. "Eventually, it'll take you."

She mumbled something in response, dimly aware of Sophia's screams in the background. Something wet and forceful pressed against her lips. She forced her eyes open—Adam was licking the blood from her lips.

The room wavered, and she was suddenly floating. She blinked and tried to focus. Adam was carrying her towards the bed.

"It's a shame you'll be unconscious," he said. "I'm starting to think I'd enjoy it more if you were awake."

She felt herself falling, and then she slammed into the bed. The springy mattress bounced beneath her, and Sophia's soft hand grabbed her arm.

"Hmm," Adam said. "Change in plans, ladies. I'm going to start with you, Sophia. Pity Catherine won't be awake to watch it."

He climbed onto the bed, and the mattress sank under his weight. Out of the corner of her eye, Catherine could see his large hand pawing at Sophia's breast. She heard the ripping of fabric and then the slide of a zipper. She fumbled for him, grabbed his hand, and bit down hard. He yelped in pain and tried to push her away, but she held on as tight as she could.

"Bitch," he screamed. "Let go of me!"

Something struck the side of her face, and she fell back onto the bed, tasting his blood on her tongue. In a second, he was on her. His hands wrapped around her throat, and he squeezed until she felt her neck would snap. Far away, she heard a crash and a shout, but the room had already gone black.