Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
I’m even more confused than I was five seconds ago. “Does this have to do with being a Lady?”
“Look at me, Anna,” he says sternly.
Swallowing, I look over at him in the darkly lit car.
“Your mother wants me to show you what women in our world can do…what you’re capable of. You’re special.”
Every parent tells their child that.
“You will one day marry your Lord, but he will not define you.” Giving me a soft smile, he adds. “But a sacrifice must be made in order to get to the top.”
“What do I have to sacrifice?” I ask.
He looks away from me, staring out the windshield, and the silence lingers among us before he answers, “Whatever they want.”
I didn’t get any sleep. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been awake. Everything still hurts, and I’m thirsty again. My stomach growls, reminding me that I can’t remember the last time I ate something.
I’m fidgety and can’t get comfortable. If my arms were free, it’d be better. But that’s the point. He wants me to be irritated and desperate.
It’s fucking working.
“Haidyn?” I call out, sitting up and staring at the glass. “I know you can hear me.”
Use your words, doll face. His words echo in my head. “I’m thirsty. May I have a drink, please?” I’ll beg for anything at this point. Any kind of contact. He’s isolating me on purpose. Carnage has hundreds of cells in the basement. He’s got me all alone or in another part of the building. Otherwise, I’d hear other prisoners screaming while the Spade brothers torture them. “Please, Haidyn…I’m—”
The sound of the door unlocking cuts me off, and I almost smile when he enters with two bottles of water in one hand and a bowl in the other.
I stay where I’m at, sitting on the mattress with my back against the wall as he locks us both inside and sits down in the chair that he left in here. He doesn’t have to worry about me using it as a weapon because I can’t pick it up.
My eyes meet his hard stare, and he sets the waters on the concrete floor. “Come here.”
I don’t know why, but his voice makes my thighs tighten. Is it because it’s the only one I’ve heard in what feels like days now? Or maybe it’s because I’ve listened to it on the TV that still plays on repeat.
Getting up, I make my way over to him and kneel at his feet. I know my place. I have no control here. Not over my own body. It’s just like when I was tied to the table, and he got me off while giving me an enema. Fuck, that thought has my pussy clenching. I close my legs tightly, hoping he doesn’t ask me to spread them so he can feel between them.
He unscrews the lid and holds it to my lips. Just like last time, I greedily gulp, and it runs down my chin and chest. I pull away, gasping at how cold it is.
“Take your time, doll face. I have plenty of water for you,” he assures me.
At least I know dehydration isn’t in my future.
Leaning forward, I place my lips on it again, and he tilts it for me to drink more. It burns my throat, it’s so cold, but it’s too good to stop. I can feel it running down my chest, stomach, and legs once again.
I pull away and whisper, “Thank you,” bowing my head. Whatever the hell it was I took is completely out of my system, and now I feel nothing but shame. I’d do anything for him to knock me out again and just live out my sentence in bliss. Like I was when he spit in my mouth. That Charlotte didn’t give a fuck.
“Eyes on me, doll face,” he commands, but I can’t. Mine remain on the floor. I’m kneeling between his open legs like a dog waiting to be petted. All I’m missing is a butt plug with a furry tail sticking out of my ass. Which I’m sure the fucker has around here somewhere.
He stands, and my breathing picks up while he walks behind me. I hear him unlock one of the cabinets and then slam it shut, locking it back.
His hand grips the back of my hair, yanking my head up. I cry out into the small room as he holds it in place and wraps something heavy and bulky around my neck. He drops my hair, and I hear a click at the back of my neck. Then he comes to sit back down in front of me.
I try to drop my head to look down, but I can’t. Something keeps my head up and my eyes on his. I try to reach up and pull it free, but my tied arms don’t get far. I bare my teeth at him.