Torrance's POV
I went to move and couldn't, once more I was tied to the chair. I must have really been out of it. When I opened my eyes I couldn't see anything. It was dark in the room. Parker had turned off all the lights and covered the window. I gasped as the fear sunk in.
I heard him moving around behind me. He eased his hands down my chest, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. I wiggled trying to get away from him. I would not give into him no matter what, I promised myself. "Get off of me you filthy animal!" I screamed at him. "I really wish you wouldn't have said that. You could have been a good girl and kept your mouth shut." I felt something slap hard against the top of my legs. "What the fuck are you doing, Parker? You're insane!"
I felt it again, jerking a little this time. "Stop that, now."
He just laughed. "You should have just sat there quietly, Torrance." He slapped me with the object again. Then he walked over and turned the light on letting me see the whip in his hand and his naked body. I closed my eyes trying to keep Nick's face in my mind. That's the only thing that kept me fighting at that moment.
When Parker realized what I was doing he hit me hard with the whip, I felt whelps rise with that one and the next few hits. He drop it to the floor then slapped me hard busting my lip. "You fucking bastard." I didn't care if he made my whole body bleed. I would not sleep with him willingly. "I fucking hate you!"
He cringed when I said that. "Oh, doesn't big bad Parker like hearing that the woman he can't have hates him?" I asked in my sweet voice. He back handed me. "How dare you mimick me." He shouted, right in my face. He stood up and walked to the door turning the lights off again and walking out leaving me to cry to myself, my head hanging and unable to go anywhere.
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