Terror gripped Jasmine's chest like a vice, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. She didn't want to die here.
Not in this cold, dark warehouse. Not at the hands of a man who looked at her like she was nothing more than an amusing inconvenience.
Her mind raced, flashing through memories of her mother—her frail hands, the tired but warm smile she always gave Jasmine when she came home late from work. What would her mom think if she disappeared? Would she spend her last days waiting for a daughter who would never come home?
Regret clawed at her throat. If she had known this was how things would end, she would have spent more time with her. She would have quit at least one of her jobs, sat by her bedside more, listened to her stories instead of rushing out the door every morning.
But now? Now she was probably going to end up in an unmarked grave, forgotten, just another missing person in the news.
And Lucas was still watching her. Amused.
"Aww, don't look so scared, little mouse." He crouched beside her, gripping her chin to force her to look at him. "You're ruining all the fun."
Lucas tightened his grip on Jasmine's hair, yanking her up from the cold warehouse floor. She let out a sharp gasp, her scalp burning from the force as she stumbled to keep up with his pace. He dragged her across the dimly lit space, past rusted metal shelves and crates stained with things she didn't want to think about.
Her heart pounded violently against her ribs as they reached the farthest corner of the warehouse. There, against the wall, was an old bed—a stained, sagging mattress thrown carelessly over a metal frame. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of terror through her veins.
Lucas stopped in front of it and let out a dark chuckle, his fingers still tangled in her hair. "You know," he mused, tilting his head as if studying her reaction, " I don't usually sleep with my stalkers" the way he said that as if her existence wasn't a threat to him. He then added "but you offered up a wet CUNT and who am I to disagree".
Jasmine's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her tattered T-shirt. Every inch of movement felt agonizingly slow, her pulse hammering in her ears. The warehouse air was thick, carrying the lingering scent of blood and something metallic. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, as she hesitated.
Lucas leaned back against a crate, watching her with an amused smirk. "Slowly," he murmured, his voice rich with mockery. "Let's see what you've been hiding under those ugly sweaters."
She bit her lip, her fingers clenching the fabric before she finally peeled the shirt off her body. The cold air brushed against her bare skin, tightening her already stiff posture. She had no bra on—just bare, vulnerable flesh now exposed under his unrelenting gaze.
Lucas let out a low whistle, his head tilting. "Not bad," he mused, his sharp green eyes glinting in the dim light.
Jasmine clenched her jaw, willing herself not to react as she reached for the button of her jeans. Her fingers fumbled, desperate to keep moving, to get this over with. The denim pooled at her ankles, revealing the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs.
She felt naked already, despite the thin scrap of fabric still shielding her from complete exposure. But when she hesitated, Lucas's voice turned sharp.
"Don't stop now, little mouse," he taunted. "Go on."
Her breath shuddered, but she obeyed.
She took off her panties reveling her shaved bare pusey to him.
He whistled." Not bad" he said and went over to her, using his hands he placed them on both her breast, and squeezed hard then, his hands roamed her waist then landed on her ass.
He gave it a spank, "ahhhggh" she moaned. Then his hands went to her front. She wasn't aroused,how could she,she's freaking scared.
He frowned at that, then he took his phone and called someone telling him to buy a condom and lube.
She panicked. Jasmine was a virgin and hearing that her virginity was going to be taken in this run down, dirty, ugly, creepy, dark, and ghostly wearhouse, she was a sobbing mess.
He then saw she was crying, he took her chin and said "shiii baby don't cry, isn't this what you wanted".
"Or are you crying out of joy". Yes that's definitely it,you want me to fuck you so badly your even crying for it.
She looked at him in horror, his way of thinking was so flawed this guy was a total psychopath.
Lucas then pushed her to the ground, as he did that he told her " unzip my pants".
She hesitated, he slapped her again and said "UNZIP".