Page 35 of Lawless God


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His head tilts to the side, observing me clinically like I’m some fucking lab rat he’s testing shit on.

“But you’ve got no home, little sunflower. If I let you leave”—a smirk spreads on his mouth from the satisfaction engulfing him—“where will you go?”

The room starts to spin, pain shooting through my body as I’m forced to give up on trying to get out of the ropes.

“I think you’re fainting,” he tells me flatly.

No. No, no, no.

Shaking my head, I refuse to admit my vision is darkening as my eyelids grow heavier.

“I’m not…fuck…you…”

It’s a complete blackout until he’s the one to wake me up again. I’m lying down this time, but when I finally manage to open my eyes, I don’t recognize the bedroom. I’ve been to his before, so I know this isn’t it.

He’s got a bottle of water in one hand, the other on my forehead. “You’ve been here for almost twelve hours. You need to drink.”

I suddenly become too aware of the thirst again. My hand shoots for the water bottle, but he pulls it away, and my weak arm flops back beside me.

He laid me down on top of the covers. I notice I’m still wearing the same dirty clothes as last night, muddy from my run through the forest, my jeans ripped at the knees. Blood has dried on my face, and I feel disgusting.

Mainly, I’m thirsty.

I can’t even take in my whole body, my vision still hazy.

“Get in the bath and I’ll let you drink.”

My eyes flutter shut, and I shake my head in the slightest. It’s all I can do.

“No,” I finally say, though it burns my trachea and my throat. I have to swallow the little saliva I have left before I can talk again. “No, we’re not doing this.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me. “What is this exactly?”

I lick my dry lips. “You do this, I’ll give you that,” I rasp. “I’m not bargaining with you, Nate. I’m not playing your games. Give me the water.”

“Let me bathe you and I will.”

I have to bite my lip to not scream and beg for the bottle. They’re so chapped that they split right away, sending the taste of blood on my tongue.

“No,” I repeat sternly.

I’m not going to get naked in front of him. I’m not going to do what he says. I’m not going to follow his orders like a little bitch.

He’ll start with small things, and before I know it, he’ll own me.

If I don’t fight now, I’ve already lost.

And I don’t fucking lose.

He sighs dramatically and steps away, putting the bottle on a dresser not too far from the bed. “So stubborn.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Please, forgive me that I like to decide for myself,” I spit out as he walks out of the room, but leaves the door open. “Motherfucker,” I mumble to myself.

It takes me multiple attempts to get up. My sides are stiff and bruised, and my legs shake as I put my feet on the floor. I can still feel the pain from the ropes at my ankles, the left one still heavy from not being able to move freely for so long.

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, when I catch something. Blinking down at my feet, my breath stops in my throat.

No, he fucking didn’t.

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