Then of course there was the so-called claim that they were mates, married. Wasn’t it great to know that she was a disappointment to the man that she was meant to spend her life with?

Done with the rather depressing thoughts, having absolutely no control in her life and depending on someone who thought she was lower than dog shit, she finished buttoning her shirt, grabbed her bag, ignored the passenger door that Chris left open for her and headed for the road.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Chris demanded.

“Wherever I want,” she said, not bothering to look over her shoulder as she quickened her pace. God help him if he so much as laid a finger on her right now. She was done with being thrown over his shoulder, her ass grabbed and told to move her ass.

“Get your ass back in the car, Munchkin. I don’t have time for this shit,” he snapped.

“Then get the hell out of here, Chris, because I’m done with you and this whole damn situation!” she yelled, hating herself even more than she thought was possible when her voice cracked at the end.

“Hold up,” he said, grabbing her arm to stop her but she shook him off, more like jerked her arm out of his grip and kept going.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, stepping in front of her.

She stepped around him and kept going only to have him once again jump in front of her, but this time he simply walked backwards and shifted to the side when she tried to get away from him.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he demanded, easily keeping up with her and cutting her off when she tried to move past him.

“I’m leaving. That’s what’s going on,” she said, using the too long flannel sleeves to wipe away her tears and not giving a damn if crying made her even more pathetic in his eyes.

She was done with caring if she wasn’t what people expected or wanted. If they couldn’t accept her for the way that she was then they could all go to hell, especially the man who made it more than obvious that she wasn’t good enough for anything more than a quick f**k on the hood of a car.

“Why the hell are you crying?” he demanded.

Instead of answering him she hugged her bag tightly to her chest and ran past him before he knew what was going on. She needed to get away from him and this situation and figure this mess out for herself. She’d make damn sure not to bring it back to his family, but she couldn’t keep going like this. Being around someone who obviously hated her was more than she could stomach.

“I don’t think so, Munchkin,” Chris said as his arms came around her and she found herself lifted off the ground.

“Put me down!” she screamed, trying to kick and squirm her way out of his arms, but he simply tightened his hold and headed back towards the car, but she’d be damned if she was going to be thrown in a car and taken to god only knows where and treated like crap for one more damn minute.

“Calm the f**k down,” he snapped.

The hell with this, she thought when it became more than obvious that she wasn’t going to be able to fight her way to freedom, probably something that disgusted the jerk carrying her. She may not be able to fight, but she could damn well scream, and scream she did.

“Help! Someone help me! Help-” Her words ended in a muffle when he clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to calm down,” he said, ignoring her renewed struggles to get away from him. She tried to bite him, but he kept his hand cupped over her mouth in a way that prevented her from doing any real damage.

He didn’t say another word as he brought her to the car and threw her ass into the passenger seat, but not before he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. When she went to kick him in the balls he simply stepped to the side and belted her into the seat so that she couldn’t do anything more than struggle uselessly and call him a few choice words.

That little piece of freedom ended abruptly when he stuffed a clean, well, she hoped it was clean anyway, gym sock in her mouth. Without the ability to scream or kick him she settled for the only option she had.

She glared at him.

“As much fun as that little breakdown was I think it’s time we got a move on, don’t you?”

She shook her head, but he simply ignored her and started the car. During the next five hours she prayed for a bathroom, a drink, food, and freedom so that she could get another shot at his balls. Before this was over she was going to kick his ass and laugh while she did it.

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“What did you say?” Chris asked, irritating the hell out of her since it should be more than obvious what she needed. She was doing the pee pee dance for Pete’s sake.

She narrowed her eyes on him as she waited for him to uncuff her or pull the damn sock out of her mouth.

When it became painfully obvious that he wasn’t going to do anything more than throw her a curious look over his shoulder as he looked around the hotel room he’d dragged her into, she dropped her butt onto the floor and worked her bound hands over her legs.

As soon as she had her hands in front of her, she tugged the sock out of her mouth and went to tell him off only to realize that her mouth was way too dry to speak and she was seconds away from having an accident. So she settled for flipping him off, which he of course he missed and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and taking an extra five seconds that almost cost her to lock it.

It was a close call, but she managed to undo her pants and shove them down so that she could sit down on the toilet and relieve herself. Once that was done she felt marginally better, furious, but a little better. She kicked off her shoes, shoved her pants and panties down the rest of the way and pulled her shirt off only to discover that she couldn’t get it off all the way.

She was about to try and rip it off when she spotted the hotel’s complimentary basket on the back of the toilet.

After a quick search she found a little sewing kit. It took her a few minutes with the tiny scissors, but she finally managed to cut the shirt off and tossed it in the corner.

She just wished she knew how to pick a lock so that she could get rid of the damn handcuffs, but she didn’t and right now she didn’t care enough to yell for the bastard to remove them.

Grabbing the travel size complimentary toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner and bar of soap, she stepped into the puke green shower and turned on the water, wishing she could wash the last forty-eight hours away, but settling on washing away the sweat, grime and lingering scent of sex instead. She cupped her hands in front of her and caught as much of the semi lukewarm water as she could and drank it and kept doing that until her mouth felt normal and her head stopped spinning.

For a few minutes she contemplated taking a long shower, but then decided that she didn’t want the jerk dragging her out of there covered in soap so she took a quick shower. Once she was done washing she stood beneath the water and felt herself relax for the first time in two days. What she wouldn’t give for a giant chocolate candy bar and a little sleep, she thought as her stomach rumbled and her eyes threatened to shut.

She was so tired. All she wanted to do was curl up and climb into a bed a stay there until”I wish you’d told me that you wanted a shower,” Chris said, sighing heavily as he tore back the curtain and earned another embarrassing squeal from her.