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Pointing at my bedroom, I motion for her to go in, and she obeys quickly. Her cheeks are still full of food when I take one of my shirts from my dresser and hand it to her.
She takes it, holding it in one hand while awkwardly holding that now-empty wrapper in the other. Her eyes scan the room, I’m assuming for a trashcan. Instead of letting her throw it away herself, I snatch it from her fingers and growl, “Put the shirt on.”
“I thought—”
“I changed my mind.” Letting her sleep naked is a terrible idea. Not that I care about her comfort, but I don’t want to go to bed with blue balls, either.
Turning my back to her, I give her a few seconds of privacy while I throw one of my pillows on the floor and take the rope from my closet.
Wide, fearful eyes stare me down when I turn back to a now dressed Delilah. She quickly covers her discomfort with a remark. “I didn’t know you were into rope play.”
“Get on the floor.” My voice comes out a little gruffer than needed, but it gets her moving. She gets on the ground in a hurry, lying flat on her back with her head on the pillow. Her slender fingers cling to the hem of my shirt, holding it in place.
With the rope in my hand, I kneel next to her and snatch her wrists. “I’m going to tie them together in the front tonight. If you try anything stupid, and I mean anything, I will make sure to restrain you in the most uncomfortable position possible. You got that?”
“Got it.” She nods rapidly while watching me curiously as I wrap the rope around her wrists and secure them with a knot that will be impossible for her to untie on her own.
I repeat the process with her ankles, noting that her feet are still cold to the touch. Her toes are slightly blue, and the bottom of her feet are scratched up and red. I guess making her walk barefoot wasn’t such a great idea after all. Aspen is not going to be happy if Delilah loses some toes, but it’s not just about what she wants. It’s about righting my wrongs. Delilah is a reminder of how I failed Aspen.
Pushing off the ground, I stand over her for a few moments, admiring my own handiwork. I could offer her a blanket; it would be the responsible thing to do, the kind thing, seeing as she is tied up on the floor, her small frame shaking, and her toes still blue from walking in the snow. I shake away any inkling of remorse. She deserves to suffer.
Forcing my raging hard-on down, I get undressed down to my boxers and crawl into bed. I hate the reaction my body has to her presence, but I am a man, after all. Still, if I’m going to fuck someone, it isn’t going to be her.
Before switching the light off, I glance at Delilah’s form one more time. Her eyes are closed, but I doubt she is sleeping. Not with the way her entire body is shaking. All I can do is smirk, swallowing down any feelings of remorse or kindness for her. She’s part of the problem, part of the people who hurt Aspen, and if she thinks it’s all going to be fun and games from here on out, she’s dead wrong.
I’ll make her wish Aspen had chosen for her to die that night.
