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Her face seemed innocent enough, with a hint of mischief hidden behind her dark eyes. It was like she truly looked for trouble, but was the type of person who’d run away as soon as the trouble was in front of her.
Storm wanted to embrace the darkness, the horrible desires that were buried deeply inside her. She was afraid of releasing them, but soon enough, I’d force them out.
I know what she wanted exactly, since she wrote in an author’s note at the end of the book, stating that she’d give her soul to have one man do all the things that she’d written about.
And the book… Well, it was an interesting read.
The sex scenes were fine, but then her face popped into my head and I felt my cock throb. I couldn’t shake her. That was the first time a woman had ever lingered on my mind for so long, without leaving once.
And Storm did nothing but speed up the plan I’d been developing for a while.
Then, as if faith was taunting me, she appeared before my eyes.
I wanted nothing more than to break the glass that was separating me from the only person who managed to entertain me long enough, and not piss me off, to not take her life away. It was a chaotic experience — and it seemed like she didn’t recognize me at all.
Storm’s eyes were widened in shock, surprise and terror. She tried not to blink, not to provoke me further, but seeing her chest rise rapidly was a provocation on its own.
The terrifying gaze in her eyes was enough to make me bubble with excitement.
Her soft lips were parted ever so slightly, and she looked like she was about to cry.
I caught a glimpse of a look that desperately fought to rise to the surface behind her big, Bambi eyes, yet she managed to contain it.
It was need, hunger and pure desire.
It wasn’t directed towards me — it was directed towards what I represented in her eyes, and that was danger.
She wanted to cross over to the dark side, to experience firsthand how a monster could break her, then fix her up only to break her into pieces all over again. She wanted to be a part of that dangerous game, to feel alive for the first time.
And if I was good at something, it was breaking people.
I want to see her cry for me, beg for me until her life became mine, until the only desire she has was to be mine — to live for me, to die for me.
I grinned widely, and it was all it took for my lovely lady to faint.
Her knees gave in, and the look of disorientation laced her soft features. That was what I liked the most, how pretty she looked on her knees in front of me.
Soon, my little Bambi, I’ll come for you.
Mike, one of the guards, slipped a small note beneath the glass door. The opening was big enough to fit a tray of meals. They fed us like animals here, and then chained us before taking us to shower. His note came underneath the plate, and I couldn’t read it until I was in the bathroom. The entire floor was filled with cameras.
An hour after dinner was served, the door opened, with Mike and another useless shithead approaching me. With an eye roll, I put Storm’s book aside, stood up from the bed and extended my hands to them.
Mike gave me a knowing look whilst the other guy was preoccupied with cuffing my ankles. I winked at Mike, and his face went pale.
He withdrew his baton, as if to threaten me into obedience. Mike was useful so far; however, as soon as I was out, he’d be the first one to suffer. It would simply be the consequence of his actions. He knew better than to irritate me.
They waited outside while I took a shower. I was alone, as they couldn’t risk a fight breaking out in the middle of the night, so I could safely pull out the small piece of paper that I had kept in my sock.
12.
3.
That was all that was written on it—well, printed. Mike couldn’t risk someone finding this paper and realizing that it was his handwriting. He didn’t want to be an accomplice, and after tonight, I wished not to be tied to him, in any way.
Once a year, there was an electrical reset. The entire building would be without any electricity for exactly fifteen minutes. I missed the opportunity last year, and now that I’d found someone as interesting as Storm, I was happy.
The lights were out already, so other inmates would not have a chance of knowing the power would be out entirely. The guards would still be there, lingering around, but Mike would make a commotion on the second floor, long enough for me to slip away. At midnight, it was showtime. Mike would tap his baton three times against the floor, and that was how I’d know.
