Sleeping Pill Ransom

Sleeping Pill Ransom

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are over the age of eighteen.

None of the characters are related to each other.

This work contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts and may be found to be offensive to some readers. 

Another hot taboo story from Alicia. 

EXCERPT.

 “I know you are awake Natasha.” He said to her back. His English was good but thick with accent, she stayed still for a moment longer.

“Your sleeping drug is precisely formulated, we know exactly when you will wake.” The callousness wasn’t lost on her, neither the word we.

She drew her knees up to her chest then realised that judging from where the voice had come from he might be able to see up the back of her skirt she wrapped a hand around the back of her leg pulling her skirt in covering up as best she could.

He picked up the tray with the soup and bread.

“You must be hungry.” He said, it was not a question. She rolled just enough to see him and scowled. 

“How long was I asleep?” She asked.

He ignored her question as he put the tray on the end of the bed and pulled her up to a sitting position.

She yelped as the cuffs dug in. 

He got the soup in one hand and a spooned some up to her lips, she closed them firmly not knowing what might be in it. He read her thoughts, after all he’d probably be thinking the same thing in her shoes.

“If we wanted to poison you you’d already be dead.” He said but she kept her mouth firmly closed.

He shrugged as if it was no skin off his nose and put the bowl on the floor, then from behind his back he magically produced a syringe. 

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, she was about to say she needed to go to the toilet to buy some time even if it was seconds but he had jabbed her before she could finish the thought. 

She made to back away but it was too late he’d already done it

He lay her back down and as he did he spoke. 

“It is a sedative, I will bring you food again latter. Don’t be foolish next time, eat.” He said. 

She felt drowsy straight away but she was sure she could hear something in his tone not regret that would be too strong a word, no, compassion, yes, had she heard compassion in his…

When she came around he was already sitting on a chair that he must have brought in with him, he still had the balaclava on and in his hand another bowl of soup. 

She licked her lips at the sight of the nourishment unable to hide her ever rising hunger.

He got up and came to sit on the bed again lifting her half up the pillow. As he blew on the hot spoon full of soup she remembered, ‘compassion.’

She was too hungry to refuse, she was a little disoriented too. There were no windows therefore no daylight, and she couldn’t be sure how long she had slept, had it been a day or two, it felt like a week.

She supped down the soup, a basic potato affair but not ready made, it was homemade she was sure of that, it might be important. 

Many years before, when her dad was in a very bad country, the security team had given her and some others ‘kidnap’ instructions, ‘remember every detail’ she remembered being told. She hadn’t retained a lot of the course she’d been eleven or twelve but she had remembered the discussion of Stockholm syndrome and how they’d all laughed it off as stupid.

He didn’t seem the type to cook, perhaps there was someone else there, more than one it could be a whole gang. 

With each mouthful of the welcome sustenance her head cleared, not much but something was better than nothing. 

She tried to remember how many people had been in the car, it was so difficult.

She couldn’t remember seeing but she walked through logically. There had to be a driver, and she felt someone pushing her and someone else pulling, so at least three but there might be more.

When she finished the soup he stood up no ceremony no conversation he just walked towards the door, he got there and reached around, there must have been a table outside the door, he put the soup bowl down and turned back into the room with his hands open, in one the syringe and in the other the pills.

“I need to use the bathroom.” She said petulantly 

I can’t tell you any more here, the details are far too steamy. 

Due to the sexually explicit nature of this book it is intended for mature readers OVER EIGHTEENS ONLY!