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I can't cope with the idea of that door opening and that swirling mass of darkness coming into this cell with us.
I pace back and forth, my hands shaking so violently I drop the key.
“You're only making this harder on yourself,” our captor says. His voice is so calm and reasonable I want to scream.
“Look at me,” Seven says, careful not to use my name, careful not to break the rules.
I look into his eyes. I'm struggling to calm my crying, struggling to breathe.
“It's okay,” Seven says.
It's not okay, and we both know it. But I have no real choice. I take a deep shuddering breath and lock the second shackle around his wrist. That click is the loudest sound I've ever heard.
The chains are long enough that he's still able to pull me into his arms. He holds me, cradling my head against his chest like he did that first day in the shower. His other hand strokes my back.
“Shhhh,” he soothes. But I can't stop crying.
I flinch when I hear the metal door slide open and the sound of our captor walking into the room. I squeeze my eyes shut and press harder against Seven's chest.
“Come to me, Pretty Toy.”
I hold on to Seven harder. I can't go to that monster.
“Don't hurt her,” Seven warns.
“Or what? You'll do something heroic? Kate, what did I say about names in here? I distinctly heard you say his name in the bathroom. If you're smart, you will step out of his arms and beg me for mercy.”
Seven's grip on me tightens like he's just made up his mind to never let me go, to never let our captor have me. I wish it were that simple, but I know it's not.
Our captor comes closer, standing on the side my face is turned toward.
“Open your eyes, sweet whore.”
I bite back my sobs and open my eyes to see that cold gray gaze sliding into me. Something dark inside me awakens, and I feel the throbbing start between my legs. I try to make it stop, but it won't, even as I'm so fucking scared of him.
My gaze drops to the cane in his hand.
“Master, please, please...”
But he's not concerned with me right now. He's turned his attention to Seven. He props the cane against the wall and pulls a syringe out of his pocket. He removes the protective cap from the needle and pushes the air out, tapping the side of the needle.
“You can release her to me, or I can inject you with a sedative and take her. She'll be punished worse if I have to do that.”
I feel Seven's arms slacken around me in defeat.
“Good. Now, Kate, come, throw yourself on my mercy.”
I know what he wants from me. There is this almost psychic link that formed between us that day in the dungeon. I've had to start trying to think like him to survive this total mind fuck he's got me under. I pull myself from the warm, safe circle of Seven's arms, turn away from him, and kneel in front of our captor. I think of him as our captor, but the thought that really keeps coming to the front of my mind is my master.
I've been trying so hard for days to not think that phrase, to not let it burrow inside my soul and set up camp there. But it's useless. This man owns me, and both Seven and I know it. He may also own Seven in a sense, but he has this twisted desire to bring my would-be protector over to his side of the good and evil divide, leaving me alone, helpless, and at the mercy of both of them.
I want to convince myself that this isn't possible, but look at how he's already conditioned me. And I know how much Seven wants me and how the word Master affects him. It's only a matter of time before my one safe haven is gone.
I let the tears fall because there’s no point in being brave. I don't think bravery wins me points with this man. He wants to watch me break and crumble at his feet. And so I do. I give him what he wants. I let him see this absolute vulnerability and how broken I am. I think that if I do this, somehow I can hold onto a small piece of myself and hide it and keep it safe within me.
“Master, please. I beg you. Forgive me. I'm sorry I disobeyed. Please... spare me.”
He chuckles. “Oh, yes, my sweet whore. You know exactly the way I like it.”
