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Chapter 4
KONRAD
The heavy clunk of the key turning in the lock forces Zero out of her apathy. I can hear the sound of her teeth clacking as I push open the iron door and whilst, admittedly, the cell is cold, she’s dressed warmly enough not to be in immediate danger. I know it’s more likely fear that’s causing her teeth to chatter and not hypothermia. My stomach tightens with twisted delight. Fear is a dish I like to indulge in regularly, and the thought of having Zero at my mercy instantly fuels my hunger.
I’m ravenous.
Stepping into the cell, I relish the fact that there’s no one around but me. Leon is busy going over the arrangements with the Numbers for the next show, and Jakub has taken himself off to the forest doing fuck knows what, leaving me free to indulge in a little mindfuckery.
“Who’s there?” she calls out, her voice tight, trembling.
I don’t answer right away, instead I enjoy the rapid rise and fall of her breath and the chink of the chains as she shifts position. Leaning against the doorframe, I allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness, her form taking shape before me. My eyes are keener than most, and over the years have somehow adjusted to the low levels of light in the dungeons, though I suppose that’s not all that surprising given the amount of time I spend down here.
“Who’s there?” Zero repeats.
She’s leaning against the wall, her side pressed against it, her knees drawn up, her arms wrapped tightly around them. She doesn’t look at me, instead she presses her cheek against the cold stone as though hoping it will somehow draw her into its embrace.
“Which of you is it?” she asks, a sudden strength in her voice that surprises me. She showed her fight in the van, and now it’s here once again. Fear might be something I enjoy immensely, but give me an acquisition that fights back, and well, I’m fucking hooked.
“This ismydomain,” I rumble. My voice is naturally low, gruff. I swallow hard, trying to temper the need within it.
She flinches, but remains resolute. “Konrad?”
“Yes, that’s right. How did you know?”
“You have a distinctive voice. It’s hard to forget.”
“So I’ve been told.”
She shifts her position, the low groan emanating from her lips as she moves, only adding to the intensity of my feelings. It’s going to be hard to control myself around Zero knowing that she’sours, and that means sharing. My brothers and I made a pact and we won’t break it no matter how strong our individual desires or needs might be. Growing up under the domineering presence of our father, and his very particular choice of discipline, made us form a tight bond. An unbreakable one. We trust each other above all else, and whilst we may all have needs that we wish to explore fully with Zero, sharing her means there is a line we cannot cross unless all three of us agree.
“What do you want from me?” she asks, the tremble in her voice fucking with my need to stay strong.
What do I want…? I want you naked, bound and whipped. I want to run my tongue over the red welts from the lashes that will redden your skin. I want your tears. I want your fear. I want your orgasms and your screams of lust. I want your pain. I want to cause it.
I want tohealyour wounds. Fuck, I want that so bad.
I think about all those things, not voicing any of them. “Right now I want your cooperation.”
“My cooperation?” A bitter laugh escapes her lips. “You chain me up in this room for hours with no water or food and you expect my cooperation?”
“I don’t expect it. Idemandit,” I counter. “You do as I ask, when I ask, and you’ll be free of this cell. You refuse, you stay. Either way makes no difference to me. This dungeon, these cells are where I thrive. Stay as long as you like, Zero.”
“And the others? What do they want?”
“We’re all in agreement that you need to earn the right to comfort through obedience,” I say, telling her a little white lie.
The truth is, Leon and Jakub had argued against me bringing her down here, not because they felt any sympathy for her plight, but because their own selfish needs fought for precedence. Eventually my argument won out, that a few hours down here in the dungeon would reinforce her position as captive and slave. She might beours, but she still needs to learn her place, first and foremost. Besides, the thought of her alone and afraid in my dungeon turned me on like nothing else. I’ve had a semi ever since I locked her up down here. A few hours had turned into twenty-four and I’m done waiting.
She snorts. “You want me toobeyyou?”
“Honestly, I’d rather you didn’t. The longer you’re down here, the more fun it is for me.”
“You really are monsters,” she whispers, as though she’d hoped otherwise, had thought that perhaps there was a chance we weren’t everything we appear to be.
But we are. Wearethe monsters of her nightmares.
I grin in the darkness, stepping closer. “That all depends…”
