“Play a fucking song for me,” Archer orders. “And sing.”
I swear to you there’s a part of my brain that is screaming. A part of my brain that’s scared. A part of my brain that comes up with a plan…
Swing your left foot, Jaci! Kick him in the balls. When you kick, lift the guitar. Hit his arm and hand at the same time. He’ll drop the knife. His balls will be throbbing in pain and he’ll be looking for the knife. Then hit him with the guitar! Knock his ass out! Then get into the golf cart and go back to Cullen! Fuck this war… who cares anymore?
I promise - that part of my brain is aware and active.
It’s just that…
The other part of my brain.
My body.
All of my body.
Head to toe.
From the way my toes subtly curl. To my trembling inner thighs. To a slight heaviness I feel in my chest.The way my hard nipples touch the inside of my bra.
It’s just all too much.
I’m way too turned on right now to have any sense of right and wrong.
I’m mesmerized by Archer.
I play the guitar from Aidley and sing anotherPawn Charmsong.
My voice cracks a few times as when I start, I’m nervous.
But it’s much more.
I shut my eyes and try to pretend I’m alone in my room.
Just practicing guitar.
No big deal, Jaci.
My voice gets calmer, smoother.
I slowly open my eyes.
Archer bears down on me.
Such a vicious stare he has.
I do the same as I did with Cullen.
I play the intro to the song. I play and sing the first verse.
Then I sing the chorus.
I stop playing.
Archer digs the knife against my chest a little harder.
“I didn’t say to stop, sweet thing,” he says.
“Archer…”