Chapter 12
Chloe moaned softly in her sleep. The hands rubbing their way up her legs were large and rough, although not unpleasant. She roused herself awake. Cal's hands were soft and smooth. These were not Cal's hands but Chloe was not surprised because somewhere back in the far recesses of her mind she knew Cal would have made himself known to her and certainly would have uncovered her eyes by now.
Chloe didn't move as the hands had now traveled up to her stomach and then to each side of her waist. The long, strong fingers massaged her back and the thumbs kneaded her ribcage. The thumbs then brushed her nipples, which hardened to the touch. He then bent down and kissed her on the lips. It was only when he got even closer and pushed his tongue between her lips and into her mouth, that Chloe could feel the whiskers and she knew for certain who it was! She considered biting down on his tongue as hard as she could but she didn't. Instead she accepted his tongue into her mouth. He cupped her face with his large hands as his tongue explored freely the recesses of her mouth. Unsure of what to do now, she returned his kisses and was amazed that she wasn't as repulsed as she knew she should have been. What the hell was wrong with her?
He slid his tongue from her mouth very slowly and deliberately, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.
He chuckled, obviously pleased. "I picked you outta all them other bitches. How's that make you feel?"
"I'm glad," she answered, hoping that was what he wanted to hear.
He chuckled again then kissed her face and cheeks before kissing her hard on the mouth. As he started to draw away, Chloe raised her face towards him and he brushed his lips against hers again. He then drew back from her but she knew he was watching her. She could almost feel his greedy eyes roaming the length of her body. Would he release her now? What was he thinking? A horrible thought washed over Chloe: Wakefield just might be done with her and was now debating with himself just how he wanted to kill her!
She was startled when he pulled the blindfold from her face.
Chloe blinked repeatedly, trying to get her eyes to focus. "Please let me get up. I promise not to run away."
He only laughed as he loosened the straps on her arms. "I'm not worried about that," he said as he loosened the straps on her ankles. "Go ahead, run, but just know next time I won't be so forgiving. Defy me once, shame on me. Defy me twice . . . Go ahead," he said, helping her to sit up and then motioning for her to make a run for the door. "Defy me twice and see what happens."
Chloe didn't move from the bed but allowed her eyes to wander around the room. He stood by and watched her reaction as her eyes landed on the long blade, the same blade that he had used on Cal. It was anchored above the front door and had streaks of dried blood on it. He hadn't even bothered to clean it. She didn't know what to do or say so she averted her eyes and quickly looked down at her lap. She had forgotten she was naked and grabbed the sheet to cover herself. He snatched the sheet away from her and tossed it aside.
"I'll decide when you cover up and right now I want you like that." He walked over to the door and retrieved the blade. Chloe gasped as he turned to face her. "I'll be back," he said, pointing the blade at her. You be right there when I get back. Or else." He left and she could hear his heavy footsteps plodding away.
Chloe saw her clothes hanging on the back of a chair right by the foot of the bed. Her shoes were on the floor nearby. Should she dare try it? What if he was waiting for her outside? He'd kill her for sure.
He had taken the blade, which could mean one of two things: he was going to kill someone -- meaning for now at least, the two of them weren't the only ones left on the island, or he was waiting outside for her to defy him.
When Wakefield returned a few hours later, Chloe was still sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as he had ordered, she hadn't moved. Instead of putting the blade back where it was before, he rested it upright beside the door.
Chloe found it hard to not look at the blade. He noticed her staring at it and put it above the door. It was wet with blood. Chloe was certain the blood on it was dry when he left. He had killed someone else!
"What now," she thought. "What the hell is going to happen now?"
