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“Leave that to me. I can get out of any place. Or in it. It’s called resolved intent. Or charm. Something you have nothing of with all your moans and bowing down to men.” Bitch.
“I hate you.”
“And that’s why you had your tongue in my cunt earlier?”
Lovely.
My own eyes roll at the thought of it all, not sure what any of that was about no matter how nice it might have been. I should have been looking for Alex, and instead I was having a happy half hour with Lilah while Pascal went after him? I’m ridiculous. And a slut. At least I’m not thinking about my lacking baby status.
My hands give up their tugging. Nothing’s breaking these bonds, and I wouldn’t even know how to anyway. I never try to get out of knots. I hang in them, happily. I look at Lilah, who clearly doesn’t appear to have the same sentiment about restriction.
“Alex will come,” I muse, watching her fidgeting and now trying to grate the rope on the failing wall behind her. She looks at me, a sharp scowl of disbelief on her face. “He will.”
“I’m not waiting for that. If we’re in here, where are they? You think these bastards won’t have managed to get them both, too?”
“Nothing gets Alex. Not unless he wants it to.” I smile at the thought, remembering him when his father took me. He’ll be hunting now, trying to find where I am, and even if they have taken him he’ll find a way out. He always does. Criminals are like that. “He’ll come. He won’t let them have me even if he doesn’t want me.” She stops her fidgeting.
“When will you get the fuck over yourself?”
“What?”
“Why do you think like that?” I’m confused, and my face must show it. “Don’t you know how much he loves you?” No. I don’t. Not anymore. Not after this … stuff that’s been happening. Still, he will come for me. I nod to myself. He will. I hope. “You’re bloody stupid, Beth. I could rip your tongue out of your mouth some days.”
I stare at the door, as she starts moving again, and wonder how long it will take. Hours. Days maybe. The sudden thought that maybe they have taken him invades my mind, a picture of him bound and held like he was in that room, blood leaking from his wounds. I can see it all so vividly, hear his growls and anger as he turned into a monster to save me. Me.
“Knight to king four,” I whisper, smiling. I can still hear that knife coming through the air past my head, still hear his whistles in a dark tunnel. “They’ll both come. Stop struggling. There’s no need.”
“And they’ve taken those bloody ledgers and my laptop. That’s all I had. All my work was based off them. Without those signatures, I’ve got nothing to prove anything,” she snaps, at who I don’t know. “Why didn’t I make physical copies? Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
“Are you talking to me or yourself?”
“What? Fuck off.” She’s still grating her hands, and has now managed to climb herself up the wall somehow onto a small ledge. She looks upwards, searching the old hooks that hang low, and mutters to herself about something. “That’s not going to work.” I think she’s talking to herself.
“Lilah, stop. They’ll come.” She jumps back down to the floor and starts searching the walls for something to rub against.
“Well, yours might, but I’m not so sure about mine.” Really? I doubt that. I snort and stand up, rolling my shoulders to release some tension. “It might even be him that’s made it happen. He does like his hideous little games on occasion,” she hisses out, now sitting on the floor and trying to push her bum through her arms. “I’m not having it, Beth.” No, clearly not. And, now I’m considering it, she might be right be to be honest.
“You think he would?” She arches a brow and keeps trying to get her arms passed her naked backside. “But why?”
“Because he’s a devious little shit who’s bored with his lacking control.” She huffs and tumbles sideways, bum now in my face. “Sabella said as much. Sadistic arse.”
“But this, really?” She frowns and struggles again, then, quite miraculously, and flexibly, manages her quest.
“Aha!” She shrugs her shoulders and walks over to me, nodding at me to get up. “Turn around.”
“Bendy,” I say, surprise in my voice as she starts pinching at the rope holding me fast.
“I have learnt to be with him.” Mmm. I smirk at the image of Pascal and what he manages to get up to with women. Still, he will come for her, game or not. He's never loved anyone like he loves her. Alex maybe.
The binds eventually come loose after some tugging and scratching, and she offers hers up to me. I undo them just as maliciously as she managed mine, fingers digging in to cause the most pain possible. She smiles the entire time, as if the effect means nothing.
“Seriously, Beth. You should go see Sabella.” No, I shouldn’t. I should leave all this ridiculousness and get back to whatever my plan was when I said I was leaving. My hands land on my hips, eyes narrowed at the half tonne wooden door between us and freedom. I mean, really? I’m in a dungeon again, this time not at the hands of the man I love. Could all this be any more preposterous?
“What now?” I huff out, ignoring her amused stare of me. She trips over to the doorway, light on her feet and effortless in her nakedness.
“Escape, my dear.” Oh good god. SheisPascal. She’d just need a cane and … what is she searching the floor for? Dust reams up into the air, all of it layering the space with plumes of smog that I can barely see through. “Are you ready?” What? I keep staring.
A bizarre noise comes from her then, something along the lines of moaning as she keeps lifting dust from the ground. I gape, confounded at whatever the hell she’s doing. She waves a hand at me, bringing me over to the door with her. “Groan,” she whispers. What at? I screw my face up at her continued moans, strangely aroused by them. Still. I need to get a grip of myself. “Now, Beth.” Okay. No clue why, but okay. My mouth echoes her sounds, both of us standing by the door and, presumably, pretending to be aroused. I might be, actually. She giggles. I don’t know what at, but it makes me giggle, too, as she leans back on the wall and carries on with her groaning and moaning.
