19. Raven

19

RAVEN

My stomach growled painfully. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. After being drugged for days, Mirabelle had brought a smoothie for me, but that was it. I could still smell the steak from last night and it was driving me insane. I would kill for a slice of bread right now, but it didn't look like that would happen anytime soon.

A whimper tore through the darkness. The first time I heard it, I nearly jumped out of my skin. But once my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw four other women down here with me. I shouldn't have been surprised. Benjamin had told me there were women in cages. I guess I just hadn't believed him.

I rested my head back against the wall with a sigh. I had no clue how long I would be forced to stay down here. I didn't attempt to talk to the other women. The only sounds they made were pitiful whimpers that spoke of months or years of torment.

The door opened and slammed against the wall. Light filtered in from above as a single set of shoes came downstairs. I recognized Benjamin instantly and tried to think of how I would react. I wanted to get out of here, but I didn't want to give in too soon.

But as he walked through the basement, he didn't even look at me. He pulled out a set of keys and opened a different cell, yanking the woman from the floor. I was shocked when she smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He jerked them away and spun the woman around, yanking down her pants.

"Benji," she panted. "I need you."

He wasn't at all gentle with her as he jerked his cock out and thrust inside her. He set a fast pace, clearly only concerned with his own pleasure. The woman made all the appropriate noises, but I wondered how much of that was simply to get his attention and hope to get out of the cell.

He made quick work of getting off, and when he was done, he pushed her back into the cell without a word and locked the door. He headed for the stairs and paused at the bottom, looking over at me for a long second. I got the message. If I wanted out of here, I was going to have to give him something. However, that was not going to happen.

I turned away from him, making it clear where I stood on that subject. A growl of frustration left his lips before he stomped up the stairs. I sat back against the wall and tried to ignore the hunger, but I knew it would only get worse from here.

I closed my eyes and tried to block out the moans of the other women. It wouldn't last forever. I would get out of here, and when I did, I would make him pay for what he was doing to me and these other women.