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I'm crying and struggling even though he isn't squeezing hard.
“I'm sorry... M-master. Please. Please.”
He releases me and takes a step back, straightening his clothes as if he’s civilized and above these petty threats. “Now, to answer your question, I've done nothing to him. The drugs were for transport, and it takes a while for them to wear off. I haven't touched him.”
I hear a groan and turn toward the bed where Seven is waking up. “Let me go, motherfucker!” he growls.
“Ah, ah... There's a lady present,” our captor says.
Seven turns sharply toward me. “Ka—” He stops himself in time. “Kitten,” he says instead.
“Okay,” our captor says, a delighted gleam in his eyes. “I just thought up a fun game. Last time it was lady's choice. Let's switch it up. Seven... you get to choose. Do I punish Kate or does she give me a blow job?”
I freeze at this and look at Seven. His expression mirrors my own.
“If it helps, whichever one you pick, you get to watch. And Kate, you can't tell him which you prefer. It takes all the fun out.”
The truth is, he's twisted me so much in just a few days alone with him that I would be okay with either, but only if the punishment was like other punishments—not so much I can't stand it. But I'm afraid if Seven chooses for me to be punished, our captor will go harder on me to punish him. I'm afraid he'll make me bleed.
I know Seven; even though he's seen how I respond to our captor, he won't want to choose to put me in a sexual situation I might not want. It's a wasted worry on his part. I'm already too far gone, but I don't know how to communicate this with just my eyes. And the truth is, I'm ashamed to, because there’s something about the idea that I would rather suck our captor's cock while Seven watches than take a punishment that seems too twisted to accept.
“Punish me,” Seven says.
“No. That's not the choice. You always try to cheat the rules.”
“I'm not choosing either thing,” Seven spits out, glaring at our captor.
A sigh. “This is so tiring. Have I not already established how everything works? I say do something, you refuse, I withhold food, you do it, you get fed. Why not skip the suffering part? It's not as though I get some pleasure out of not feeding bad pets.”
“I can't choose to hurt her!” Seven roars.
“Then choose the blow job.”
“That's hurting her!”
Our captor laughs. “Oh, sweet, innocent Seven. Where did you come from? She's practically salivating at the idea of being on her knees with my cock in her mouth while you watch and get hard.”
Seven looks at me, and I look away, but I know my face is red, revealing the truth of that sick statement.
“I'm not choosing to hurt her,” Seven says more quietly.
“I've had blow jobs all week, and she was perfectly eager. She's less eager about pain. It's an easy choice.”
“No,” Seven says.
“Fine. I'll leave you two down here a couple of days, and you can decide when I come back.”
I touch Seven's arm. “Master, please. Whatever you choose is okay.”
It's not really. I don't want to be punished. I know what our captor wants, and if Seven gives him any other answer, he'll take it out on me even harder. But I also know by now that if I tell him what to choose, I'll be punished for that, too. It may have taken a while, but I'm getting smarter about how to play his games. I may not be able to win, but at least I can avoid losing.
“Okay, I'm bored.” Our captor turns to go back up the stairs.
“No, please!” I say.
“Blow job,” Seven says quietly.
I let out a sigh of relief.
