(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)
Scott went over to Brianna immediately. He took off his jacket, wrapped it around her, and carried her in his arms. “Brianna, you were so brave. Don’t cry. It’s all good now.”
Brianna felt Scott picking her up, and she opened her eyes for a bit. She couldn’t believe how she managed to do what she did, rushing out of the cage, giving Tony Wilson a hard strike. She felt so weak now.
Scott carried her to the car.
The drugs were making her unbearably horny, despite the wounds all over her, she twisted and turned and moaned desperately. Scott was trying hard not to respond to her.
“With those that are still alive, break their legs and arms and send them all to the police.” He said to the chief bodyguard.
“Yes, Mr. Anderson. With what Tony Wilson has done, he will probably be sentenced to life in prison, especially now that he has drugged and kidnapped Mrs. Anderson.” The chief bodyguard replied.
“Try to find out who he’s working for.”
“Yes, though I doubt that he will tell. He probably doesn’t have the guts to.”
“Even if he doesn’t say anything, the guy won’t let him live anyway,” Scott said indifferently.
“You mean they will kill him.”
Scott nodded. The bodyguards left.
Brianna was conscious enough to feel shame, and she didn’t want to start touching herself to embarrass herself with the driver and Scott around. Suddenly, she intended to bang her head at the door hard, hoping to relieve herself from the torture, but Scott reacted quickly and put his palm on her head. “Don’t be silly.”
Scott held her in his embrace and asked the driver to speed up.
His touch and his scent drove her even crazier. She felt ashamed, and despite herself, she stroked his chest with one hand and the other down his crotch. Her hands were shaking and hot. Scott looked down at her, startled, and put his hand on her forehead. “You’ve got a fever!” He said. “Damn it! That bastard!” He cursed and called the private doctor to hurry to Home for Sol.
“Scott, please, help me. This is killing me. I... Scott...Please.” She tried to reach for his lips and take his shirt off. Scott held her tight. “We are almost home. You will be fine soon. Brianna. The doctor will be waiting for us.”
Brianna gazed at him with her tearful eyes. She wanted him desperately. “Scott, help me. Scott...Please...” she pleaded.
“We will be home soon, babe. The doctor will help.”
As soon as they reached home, Scott carried Brianna up to his room. He held her on the bed, trying to still her. “Hurry up, doc.”
Brianna felt like she was on fire. It was torturing her so much. When the doctor put the needle in, she was startled and seemed to sober up, but it only lasted a few seconds, and soon she was feeling desperate again. She hugged Scott tight, begging, “Scott, I want you... Scott, help me...”
“It will work soon. You will be fine soon. Hush. Hush.” Scott stroked her hair and comforted her. However, it didn’t work. They waited for five minutes, then ten minutes and twenty minutes. Brianna couldn’t take it anymore. “Get out! All of you get out! I don’t want you to see me!” Brianna screamed.
“Why doesn’t it help at all?” Scott questioned the doctor impatiently.
“It’s probably the newly invented drug, the strongest one. It starts slow, but it lasts longer, and there isn’t any other way except...” The doctor explained.
“Except what?” Scott snapped.
“Give it to her. She needs men.” The doctor said directly.
“Alright. You may leave now.” Scott said plainly.
There was only Scott and Brianna in the room now.
Scott stood there, looking at Brianna thoughtfully. Brianna thought that she could now finally have him, but seeing that he wasn’t even making a move, she felt even more ashamed of herself. She struggled to move to the edge of the bed, rolled over down to the floor, and crawled towards the bathroom. Perhaps I can sober myself up with a cold shower. She thought naively.
Scott hesitated for a bit, then carried her off the floor. “Brianna, will you stay with me forever?”
“Will you divorce me when Sol Keaton comes back?”
Scott was silent.
Despite herself, Brianna started stroking him again, yet Scott pushed her off. “If you promise to be with me forever, then I will give it to you now.”
Brianna shook her head. “Scott. I have self-respect. When she comes back, and you choose to be with her, I will leave.”
“Alright, I will get you a man or two. How many do you want?” Scott said angrily.
She shook her head again and wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to kiss him. “You. I want you. Scott, help me. I only want you...”
“Only if you promise not to leave me.”
“No. I will either be your wife, or I will leave you.” Brianna shook her head again, and this time, she managed to kiss him. “Help me, Scott. I want you.” She pleaded.
Scott heaved a sign. He knew he had to surrender to her request. “Shower first.” He said and carried her to the bathroom.
Only then did Brianna remember that she had been kept in the stinky, filthy slaughterhouse, and there was dirt and bloodstain all over her. She had been oblivious to it due to the drugs. She obeyed and buried her head in his chest.
The warm water caressed their naked body. Scott cleaned her gently. It hurt when he was cleaning the wounds and cuts despite how gentle he was, but what tortured Brianna even more, was that his every touch made her want him more desperately.
Then he started to kiss her, every part of her body. She moaned and pleaded as she felt his manhood, hard and warm, pressing on her skin, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. They were both breathing heavily. “Don’t ever leave me, Brianna,” Scott demanded.
Brianna muttered a yes and hurried him. She was helpless. She was desperate.
He thrust in, and Brianna shivered. She felt fulfilled all of a sudden, and she surrendered, like a leaf floating in the ocean, letting the waves take her, following his rhythm. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and let him take her to heaven. As usual, he seemed to be able to go on and on, riding her tirelessly, eagerly, with more passion than ever.