Seven stomps into the white room, closing and locking the door behind him. He allows me to touch the ground for a split second before he scoops me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest in the fetal position.
“Stop! I don’t want to go back there!” I try to grab the bars as Seven shoves me inside the cage, but my fighting gets me nowhere, and in the next minute, I’m sitting in the center of the cage, staring at the handsome maniac blocking my exit.
“Let me out, please,” I beg. “I wantout, Seven.”
Seven crouches down, his mouth tugging into a cruel smile. “Fine. I’ll let you out if you get on all fours and turn around. Just for five seconds—I’ll even count them out.”
Frowning, I do as he says, turning my backside to him as I crouch on my hands and knees. Seven palms my ass, running his calloused palm over my tortured flesh as he murmurs, “One…”
His hand travels to my pussy, fingertips brushing my slicked entrance. “Two…”
Seven pushes a finger inside me, and I cry out as pleasure ripples through me. “Three…”
Seven pulls his hand away, leaving me empty and wanting—and I let out a pitiful whimper. “Four…”
Something smooth and cool presses against my opening, stretching me past the point of comfort. I jerk forward, but Seven follows, shoving the toy deep inside me. “And five…”
I cry out as the object begins vibrating, pulsing against the spot that drives me wild. My vision tunnels as the buzzing grows stronger, lighting all my nerve endings on fire and sending pleasure rippling throughout my body.
“Fuck!” My head falls back as my orgasm rips through me, the world around me shattering as I come undone. It’s blissful, magical—and then it’s not.
When it’s over, and I come down, I realize the toy is still vibrating deep inside me, and my hands are now bound, strapped to the ceiling of the cage. I’m completely immobilized, and the toy seems to be vibrating even stronger than it was before. My body convulses, too sensitive to continue—but Seven’s not giving me a choice.
“S-Seven,” I whine, my head falling back as my pleasure begins to mount. “Seven, please… I can’t. I can’t. Please, you have to—you have to stop it.”
He just laughs, leaning in to caress the side of my flushed face. “I will, angel. As soon as you learn to be good.”
Without another word, he gets up, locks the cage, and leaves without so much as a look back. I’m left screaming for him in the dark—but I’m not sure if it's from hate or desire.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
GRACE
1 week later…
Things have been… different.
Seven left me alone with the vibrator all day and night, returning the following morning to find me limp, drooling, and completely spent. I shiver just thinking about it—how some piece of me broke that day. It’s as if my mind shattered, letting out every dark and depraved thought and desire I had been suppressing.
For several days after, I’ve found myself craving Seven’s visits more and more, becoming addicted to his presence, his touch, even his darkness.
I’ve been good, and as a reward, Seven has intermittently been letting me out of my cage for meals and to let me stretch my legs. The other day, he let me out for several hours, and I got to visit and play with Zorro.
Still, every night, he puts me back in the cage. And I don’t know if he will ever stop.
I pull my knees up to my chest, staring hard at the latch on the outside of the bars.
Tonight, after feeding me, Seven left the feeding hatch unlocked. At first, I thought it was a trick, but when he didn’t come back to lock it, I realized he must have truly forgotten.
I bite my lip, weighing my options. As much as that dark part of me wants to stay, to see what my life could be like with Seven, the rational part reminds me that Ineedto leave. I have a job, friends, and a life. I can’t just give it all up. At least, not without trying.
This may be my only chance to escape. I have to use it wisely.
I sit in the dark for several hours, closing my eyes and pretending I’m asleep. I figure Seven has to sleep atsomepoint, and my best bet of escape is to sneak out while he’s sleeping.
When my ass is numb and I can’t physically stay in the same position any longer, I open my eyes, gazing up at the camera sitting in the corner of the room. There’s no way to know if Seven is asleep right now, but… it’s now or never.
Taking a deep breath, I sit up, stretching my fingertips toward the cage door. They make contact with the cool steel, and the bars swing open with a gentle creak.
