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Bea hissed. “You’re always talking about being independent and making your own choices. Well, this is my choice. I choose John.”
Sex had obviously messed with my sweet sister’s brain. She married John a month later, and her belly swelled with a baby only a few months after that. I had lost her to lust.
Could I make my tormentor lose himself to lust? Or would I lose myself, as I had always feared?
My mad giggle cut through the dark silence. I was already losing myself. I could barely recall my life before my captivity without exerting great effort.
I was desperate enough to roll the dice.
I’ll just pretend. I’ll pretend I like it when he touches me. Then he’ll take me, and he’ll be the weak one.
I licked my lips as He removed the blindfold. My nervousness made them dry. Or maybe I was already putting my plan to seduce Him in motion.
His eyes fixated on my mouth, following the movement of my darting tongue. That lopsided smile twisted his lips again. The sight of it made my stomach turn and my sex clench. It also made hope swell within my chest. He was affected by signs of my arousal.
His smirk turned down into a frown, and a fine line appeared between His brows. He touched His fingers to the corner of my mouth, and I realized my mistake: my lips had quirked up at the corners in satisfaction.
“Why the smile, pet?” His voice was quiet, but there was a threat laced through the whisper. “Are you truly happy to see me? Or do you want something else?”
Panic slammed into me. My emotions were wild, unwieldy after spending so much time in silent, blind isolation. He had always been able to read me easily, but now I was so raw that my feelings showed plainly on my face.
“No, Master. I mean, yes,” I babbled. “I’m happy to see you, Master.”
I licked my lips again, hoping to glimpse that spark of interest in his eyes. Instead, they flared with disapproval, anger, even. It was the most emotion I had ever seen in him.
Hope had a moment to tentatively form within me once again. Through using my sexuality, I had at least gotten him to feel something.
Within seconds, the emotion drained from his features, replaced by his satisfied half-smile. Without a word, He reached for the blindfold and secured it over my eyes.
I expected to hear the snick of my cuffs being unlocked, as He usually did before He fed me; I already knew He wasn’t going to touch me this time. I had failed.
Instead, my ears were met with the sound of his retreating footsteps.
Oh, god.
If He left now, would He ever come back? Had I crossed some invisible line, and He was done with me? Was He just going to leave me here to die?
“Please.” I had to force the word out of my seizing lungs. “Please don’t leave me here.”
The first stair squealed beneath his weight.
“No!” I cried, desperate. I was terrified of dying in the dark, horrified at the knowledge that the madness would claim me long before my body finally expired. “Please don’t leave me, Master!”
He continued his steady progress up the stairs. I twisted against my bonds, fighting more furiously than I had since my first days of captivity.
“Please. If you - don’t want me - anymore - let me go. Don’t – Don’t leave me here.” I was hyperventilating, and my words came out on ragged gasps. “Please. Let me - go. Will you - ever - let me - go?”
His footsteps stopped.
My mouth snapped closed.
A question. I had asked a question. I had been so careful for so long, but my fear of death was going to destroy me. He might allow me to live, but by the time He finished with me, I wouldn’t really be alive.
Dread curled in my gut as I listened to his approach. I wanted to beg him not to answer, to ignore my question, but that hadn’t stopped him before. Sobs wracked my entire body by the time He sank down on the mattress beside me.
His
Sex had obviously messed with my sweet sister’s brain. She married John a month later, and her belly swelled with a baby only a few months after that. I had lost her to lust.
Could I make my tormentor lose himself to lust? Or would I lose myself, as I had always feared?
My mad giggle cut through the dark silence. I was already losing myself. I could barely recall my life before my captivity without exerting great effort.
I was desperate enough to roll the dice.
I’ll just pretend. I’ll pretend I like it when he touches me. Then he’ll take me, and he’ll be the weak one.
I licked my lips as He removed the blindfold. My nervousness made them dry. Or maybe I was already putting my plan to seduce Him in motion.
His eyes fixated on my mouth, following the movement of my darting tongue. That lopsided smile twisted his lips again. The sight of it made my stomach turn and my sex clench. It also made hope swell within my chest. He was affected by signs of my arousal.
His smirk turned down into a frown, and a fine line appeared between His brows. He touched His fingers to the corner of my mouth, and I realized my mistake: my lips had quirked up at the corners in satisfaction.
“Why the smile, pet?” His voice was quiet, but there was a threat laced through the whisper. “Are you truly happy to see me? Or do you want something else?”
Panic slammed into me. My emotions were wild, unwieldy after spending so much time in silent, blind isolation. He had always been able to read me easily, but now I was so raw that my feelings showed plainly on my face.
“No, Master. I mean, yes,” I babbled. “I’m happy to see you, Master.”
I licked my lips again, hoping to glimpse that spark of interest in his eyes. Instead, they flared with disapproval, anger, even. It was the most emotion I had ever seen in him.
Hope had a moment to tentatively form within me once again. Through using my sexuality, I had at least gotten him to feel something.
Within seconds, the emotion drained from his features, replaced by his satisfied half-smile. Without a word, He reached for the blindfold and secured it over my eyes.
I expected to hear the snick of my cuffs being unlocked, as He usually did before He fed me; I already knew He wasn’t going to touch me this time. I had failed.
Instead, my ears were met with the sound of his retreating footsteps.
Oh, god.
If He left now, would He ever come back? Had I crossed some invisible line, and He was done with me? Was He just going to leave me here to die?
“Please.” I had to force the word out of my seizing lungs. “Please don’t leave me here.”
The first stair squealed beneath his weight.
“No!” I cried, desperate. I was terrified of dying in the dark, horrified at the knowledge that the madness would claim me long before my body finally expired. “Please don’t leave me, Master!”
He continued his steady progress up the stairs. I twisted against my bonds, fighting more furiously than I had since my first days of captivity.
“Please. If you - don’t want me - anymore - let me go. Don’t – Don’t leave me here.” I was hyperventilating, and my words came out on ragged gasps. “Please. Let me - go. Will you - ever - let me - go?”
His footsteps stopped.
My mouth snapped closed.
A question. I had asked a question. I had been so careful for so long, but my fear of death was going to destroy me. He might allow me to live, but by the time He finished with me, I wouldn’t really be alive.
Dread curled in my gut as I listened to his approach. I wanted to beg him not to answer, to ignore my question, but that hadn’t stopped him before. Sobs wracked my entire body by the time He sank down on the mattress beside me.
His
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