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His emphasis on “perfect” was really creeping me out.
“Fair enough,” I said with a plastered smile. “Let’s do this.”
“I’m going to untie you so you can put on the dress. But I’m going to have a gun on you the whole time, so please don’t try anything. I really don’t want any blood on the dress,” he warned.
Right. Would definitely be a shame to ruin such a hideous dress.
He cut the ties on my wrists and ankles and I sighed in relief as feeling started to return to my hands and feet. That had been fucking uncomfortable.
I shifted nervously before just going for it; I began to take off the dress I’d been wearing. At least I had on a bra and underwear. That would have been really bad.
“So what have you been up to all these years?” I asked, trying to ignore the dirty feeling of his gaze caressing my skin.
He was seated on the bed at this point, a gun pointed at me, absolutely enthralled by the view.
Dirty perv.
“Well, there was a lot to take care of after theunfortunatesituation with the Master,” he answered. Bentley abruptly growled. “Who did you wear those for? Was it them?”
His glare was on my lacy underthings…which had definitely not been worn for his viewing pleasure.
He flew off the bed, his face twisted in murderous rage as he reared back and pistol-whipped me in the face with his gun, knocking me to the floor. “Whore, you’re a whore. You let them touch you. I saw it.” He sobbed and lunged at me again before abruptly freezing and moving back to the bed.
There was a long silence after that. My cheek was throbbing, and the room was spinning a bit as I struggled to get my bearings. Fuck. That hurt. Somehow he hadn’t broken the skin, but I could already feel the bruise forming as my cheek throbbed and burned from the hit.
“I shouldn’t lose my temper,” he suddenly said in an extremely calm voice, one completely at odds with the rage fest he’d just leveled on me. Was he serious? “It makes me very unhappy that you didn’t wait for me to get you. That you allowed them to sully your body. I watched you with that…that dyke’s brother. The way you let him touch you….” His whole body shuddered as he fisted his hands and brought them in front of his face. Bentley took several deep breaths before finally lowering his hands.
My breath was coming out in gasps--not from fear, although there was plenty of that--but in rage, that he’d dared to strike me.
My father would have killed him.
Weird thing to think about, but as much as I knew he was devoted to my dad, he was breaking an awful lot of the Demon’s rules at the moment.
“I’m trying to work through some things, darling. I know you understand. Please continue trying on the dress.”
I struggled to my feet, the dread in my gut growing as it sunk in just how dangerous Bentley was when he was this…unhinged.
What was I going to do?
“It’s all been very unfortunate,” I murmured shakily, not having to fake that part at all. “But it was the plan.”
He glanced at me suspiciously. “Plan? I’ve spoken to the Demon many times since he’s been…in that place.” The word “place” rolled off his tongue in disgust. “And he’s never hinted at anything.”
“Well, he couldn’t tell you, not when all of his communication was being monitored. But it was all necessary in order to prepare for the cleansing,” I insisted. “When he gets out, it will all make sense. As his heir, I’ve been hard at work carrying out our plan in his absence. ”
Nothing I was saying made sense in my head, but I was hoping keywords like “cleansing” and “gets out”…and “heir” were at least distracting him a little bit. The Demon’s merry band of crazies really liked words like that.
Bentley frowned as he thought over my words. I grabbed the dress from the bed, hoping that would distract him a bit.
It weighed what felt like a million pounds. Where had he found this thing?
“I really want to believe you. The idea that you, my perfect girl, could fall so off the course the Demon has set for us. I’ve been preparing how to help you get back on the path, but I’ve still always hoped…”
I didn’t like the sound of whatever “help” he’d had in mind. I definitely didn’t want to see that plan.
I stepped into the dress, cringing when it got stuck on my thighs.
His nostrils flared in dismay when he saw. “It doesn’t fit. How did you let yourself get like this?”
