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object from my hands. “Extreme consequences when you anger a powerful man.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Then so be it,” he replies, his eyes narrowing. “I want you to remember that I gave you a chance to avoid everything that is about to happen to you.”
Did he have to phrase it so ominously? “You’re letting me go?”
He doesn’t answer, instead taking my hand and leading me past all his fascinating technological projects to the elevator. Stepping between me and the key pad so that I can’t see, he punches in a six digit code and the doors open.
I walk in before he does even though I am majorly reconsidering my earlier escape plans. What the hell is Ricky going to do to me out there? I could end up back on the auction block by tomorrow night, or worse. Shane keeps his back to me as the elevator descends, his shoulders squared. As much as I hate to admit it, all I really wanted him to do was pay attention to me. Now what have I gotten myself into?
The elevator descends for a few seconds before the doors open again. We only went down one story, this is the same tiled floor that I saw through the glass and I crane my neck upwards to confirm my suspicions. Then I startle myself with my own scream as Shane scoops me off the ground.
“Put me down!” I demand. My body bucks automatically as he locks his arms under my knees and behind my back.
“I am not some knight in shining armor,” he growls, quickly approaching a door that I hadn’t noticed. He doesn’t conceal the passcode this time and even in my panic I make sure to memorize it. 159720.
With a growl, Shane kicks at the door to make it open faster. The lights come up as soon as we pass the threshold, but they’re dim and far too warm toned than normal, nearly red. For a moment I wonder if perhaps we’re in a service area of the building, but then my eyes lock onto a rack on the wall. Is that a whip?
“The more powerful the man, the angrier you make him,” he grunts as I look over his shoulder to see the door closing automatically. “The more extreme the consequences.”
My eyes frantically scan the rest of the room, the smallest one that I’ve seen in this place so far. There’s no opulent floor to ceiling glass with a view here, not even a normal window. Holy shit. Everywhere I look I see the strangest things. Chains. Straps. Paddles. Clamps.
Shane taps a button against the wall with his elbow and I hear the mechanical sound of something lowering from the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” I whimper as my feet hit the floor. He grips my arm harshly as he reaches over to a chest of drawers and pulls out a length of fabric. “Shane?”
When I open my mouth to say his name, he slides the cloth between my lips to the back of my teeth and knots it tightly behind my head. “What part of consequences do you not understand?” he asks.
His lips curl into a wicked smile and the light in his pale blue eyes grows darker. That’s when it hits me. I did meet him before. He was the man in the suit at that worksite, the one that reached out to me before the scaffold collapsed. Was he the one that sent Ricky to get me? Is that how I ended up on that stage in the first place?
I cannot believe this is actually happening. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like my brain is throbbing against my skull as he fastens some kind of a cloth cuff around one of my wrists, then the other.
Glancing upwards, I see a hook on the end of the rope that came down from the ceiling. Shane jerks my arms up above my head harshly like he’s expecting resistance, but I’m barely able to process what’s happening at this point, let alone put up a fight. By the time I regain the ability to control a single part of my body, my tethered hands are looped through the hook and my captor is standing beside the wall.
He slides a switch upwards slightly and the rope pulls up. My arms rise with it until my shoulder blades twist back and my spine arches. Arms crossed,
“I’ll take my chances.”
“Then so be it,” he replies, his eyes narrowing. “I want you to remember that I gave you a chance to avoid everything that is about to happen to you.”
Did he have to phrase it so ominously? “You’re letting me go?”
He doesn’t answer, instead taking my hand and leading me past all his fascinating technological projects to the elevator. Stepping between me and the key pad so that I can’t see, he punches in a six digit code and the doors open.
I walk in before he does even though I am majorly reconsidering my earlier escape plans. What the hell is Ricky going to do to me out there? I could end up back on the auction block by tomorrow night, or worse. Shane keeps his back to me as the elevator descends, his shoulders squared. As much as I hate to admit it, all I really wanted him to do was pay attention to me. Now what have I gotten myself into?
The elevator descends for a few seconds before the doors open again. We only went down one story, this is the same tiled floor that I saw through the glass and I crane my neck upwards to confirm my suspicions. Then I startle myself with my own scream as Shane scoops me off the ground.
“Put me down!” I demand. My body bucks automatically as he locks his arms under my knees and behind my back.
“I am not some knight in shining armor,” he growls, quickly approaching a door that I hadn’t noticed. He doesn’t conceal the passcode this time and even in my panic I make sure to memorize it. 159720.
With a growl, Shane kicks at the door to make it open faster. The lights come up as soon as we pass the threshold, but they’re dim and far too warm toned than normal, nearly red. For a moment I wonder if perhaps we’re in a service area of the building, but then my eyes lock onto a rack on the wall. Is that a whip?
“The more powerful the man, the angrier you make him,” he grunts as I look over his shoulder to see the door closing automatically. “The more extreme the consequences.”
My eyes frantically scan the rest of the room, the smallest one that I’ve seen in this place so far. There’s no opulent floor to ceiling glass with a view here, not even a normal window. Holy shit. Everywhere I look I see the strangest things. Chains. Straps. Paddles. Clamps.
Shane taps a button against the wall with his elbow and I hear the mechanical sound of something lowering from the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” I whimper as my feet hit the floor. He grips my arm harshly as he reaches over to a chest of drawers and pulls out a length of fabric. “Shane?”
When I open my mouth to say his name, he slides the cloth between my lips to the back of my teeth and knots it tightly behind my head. “What part of consequences do you not understand?” he asks.
His lips curl into a wicked smile and the light in his pale blue eyes grows darker. That’s when it hits me. I did meet him before. He was the man in the suit at that worksite, the one that reached out to me before the scaffold collapsed. Was he the one that sent Ricky to get me? Is that how I ended up on that stage in the first place?
I cannot believe this is actually happening. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like my brain is throbbing against my skull as he fastens some kind of a cloth cuff around one of my wrists, then the other.
Glancing upwards, I see a hook on the end of the rope that came down from the ceiling. Shane jerks my arms up above my head harshly like he’s expecting resistance, but I’m barely able to process what’s happening at this point, let alone put up a fight. By the time I regain the ability to control a single part of my body, my tethered hands are looped through the hook and my captor is standing beside the wall.
He slides a switch upwards slightly and the rope pulls up. My arms rise with it until my shoulder blades twist back and my spine arches. Arms crossed,
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