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CHAPTERONE
I can’t tellyou how long I’ve been locked in this white room. I’ve resorted to laying down after eating the food he brings me three times a day, which usually results in a nap. At first, I didn’t want to eat it because what if he’s poisoned or even drugged it, but then, a small voice in my head says, ‘Who gives a flying fuck at this point?He’s probably going to kill me anyway.’The toilet I’ve been relieving myself in is emptied while I sleep, so at least I don’t have to share a room with the smell of my waste.
The chain rubs at the flesh on my ankle, and as much pain as I’m in, I’m feeling more pissed. This fucker knows I’m a dancer and is doing this to my body. Even if I was enjoying his deranged actions by locking me in here, does he never want me to dance again?
The memory of allowing him to fuck me on the floor in the studio crawls through my mind, and my body betrays me. My nipples pebble, and my pussy floods. The way he learned my body so quickly unnerves me. Just the sight of him now, and it wants to be closer to him. And every time, I feel just a little bit more betrayed by my body.
I can see it happening… the slip between my sweet, innocent Lucy who feels hurt by me and the Lucy who hates me. My dick hardens at the thought of her climbing on top of me and hate fucking my dick till I’m covered in her juices.
She’s asleep, her naked body sprawled over the tiny soft mattress I’ve given her in the small room. It’s on a metal frame that’s bolted to the floor, just in case she gets the idea to use it for anything. She’s balled up the fuzzy purple blanket to act as a pillow, resting her head against it.
I press the buttons on the other side of her wall to start the toilet up. I’d hate for my Precious Girl to have to smell her waste for long. But I quickly turn it off. I’ve seen how easy it is for someone in solitary confinement to try to drown themselves in a toilet bowl. I’m hoping she comes to her senses and realizes that we are the perfect match before she shatters in her special room. But no matter what, I’ll love her.
The thought leaks across my mind, and I can’t help but smirk. How fucking sexy would she look bathed in blood with the crazy shining at me? The question is: whose blood would it be? She’d probably turn on me quickly, given the chance, right now. A moan escapes my lips at that image, my dick hardening further.
“Where the fuck are you, Rax?” The words pull me from my thoughts. She’s woken up early from her doze. Usually, she wakes shortly after I’ve put her food in the room, but not this time. Today, she’s woken up early to gripe at me, it seems.
My dick makes me move before I can think, and I’m opening the door. I want to get back inside her, to feel her little pussy strangling my cock again. I step into the room, closing it behind me as she sits up. The anger shining out of her squinted eyes is fucking erotic.Yes, Precious Girl. Burn for me. Soon, it’ll turn into need.
“Good afternoon, Precious Girl. Did you rest well?” I purr at her, not being able to help the words tumbling from my lips. As I lean back against the door, her body moves. She’s faster than you’d think someone who’s been locked in this room for two weeks would be. She’s up in the blink of an eye. Her arms stretch out, ready to scratch at my face. And she almost does, until the chain wrapped around her ankle goes taut, and she can’t move any farther.
“No. Fuck. Come closer. Let me hurt you like you’ve hurt me. Take one step closer so I can make you bleed,” she screams, her body shaking with the desire to charge at me. Her words bring a smile to my lips, and my dick jumps. She doesn’t miss it since I’m wearing the black pajama pants she loved so much. She said she could always see the perfect outline of my monster cock in them.
She looks away quickly, but I see her body’s reaction to it. Her tiny rosebud nipples pebble for me. Her thighs press together; they are probably feeling damp. My Precious Girl was always so responsive.
“Do you want my dick to sink its way home? Or does the idea of hurting me turn you on?” I’m practically growling. As I press the palm of my hand against my cock, her face screws up in disgust.
“Turned on for you? For the man who violated me time after time? Who convinced me he loved me? No, but the idea of hurting you, of making you bleed? Yeah, that sounds fucking sexy as hell. Maybe I could even use your blood as lube.” She spits out the words laced with venom. But they do the opposite of what she’s hoping. A moan leaves me as my hips thrust against my palm. Now there’s nothing I want more than to bleed for my Lucy Girl, then have her fuck herself on my dick with my blood as lube.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What happened to you that makes you so fucking… so fucking psychotic?” An exasperated sigh leaves her mouth after her questions, but it makes me chuckle. She doesn’t even know the half of it.
“Psychotic… Hmm, yes. That’s a good word for it. Maybe you could even be my psychotic queen,” I say before opening the door and reaching for the large cooler I had set outside. I bring it in and set it at the foot of her bed before backing up, out of reach of the arm that swings out at me.
“I have to leave for a couple of days. Jermaine, Ben, and Monty need me. Someone has hurt their new little love,” I say to her, clocking the second she recognizes their names. During our blissful time together, she had asked about the one picture in the house I have that isn’t of her. I didn’t give her much, but she knows that the three young men in the photo beside me are them. We had just graduated college, only able to attend because we were the recipients of scholarships. Her mouth drops open in utter shock.
“You’re leaving? You’re leaving, and you just brought a cooler into this room. Are you fucking kidding me? Unchain me from this fucking bed. You have a prisoner. You shouldn’t just be leaving me here alone.” Her voice grows smaller with every word, tears brimming on her lashes. “Don’t... Please don’t leave me,” she begs softly, and I can’t help but step toward her. I wrap my arms tightly around hers so she can’t move to hurt me, which would inevitably hurt herself in the process. She stiffens at my touch but doesn’t push against me.
“Oh, my Precious Girl. I have to leave for a short while. Jer thinks he can handle this, but I know in my bones he won’t be able to follow through with it this time. He’s too close to the situation. But I’ll be back quickly. There are drinks, bread, peanut butter, and jelly in there. You should have more than enough for the time I’m gone,” I say, then press a kiss to her forehead. She leans into it, letting her body relax into the man who knows exactly what she needs. She moves her head so her lips brush my cheek then moves slowly to the corner of my lips.
Fuck, if she kisses me, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll devour her, but I really need to leave sooner rather than later.
CHAPTERTWO
I’m so fucked up.Why in the fucking world does it make me sad that he’s choosing to leave me? The thought of the only person I’m able to have any contact with disappearing for days makes my blood rush. No, I’ll go crazy. Crazier than I already am. My pulse quickens as the sadness leads to despair, then anger.
He has my arms pinned, but I edge my mouth closer to his, pressing what I can of my body against his. Once he relaxes further into my touch, I press the softest kiss to the corner of his mouth, then pull back to look into the eyes of the man who has done so much to me.
“Rax?” I ask, looking into the blazing green eyes that tricked me.
“Yes, my Precious Girl?” he asks lovingly. This sick bastard has no fucking clue how much I hate him now. I lean my head back, squinting my eyes for just a second, then I swing my head as hard as I can at his nose, bracing for pain. I know headbutts don’t benefit anyone, but they definitely hurt everyone. My forehead crashes into his nose, and I hear a crunch. Good. The motherfucker actually thought I was kissing him on purpose. I have to get out of here, but I probably just wasted any chance of convincing him to take me with him.
“Lucy! What the fuck!?” he exclaims after letting me go and stepping back. His hands come up to his nose, wiping away the crimson blood now streaming from his nose to his open lips.
“Fuck… Are you happy now that you’ve hurt me, Lucy Girl?” he asks before turning toward the door. I wish I could reach him now, but this fucking chain around my ankle keeps me tethered too far away from him. He’s actually turned his back to me as if I’m not someone who could do anything to him. Like I’m not a threat at all. Wait until he sees. I’m going to drain him dry. Bleed him the way my heart bleeds for the pieces of my soul that I’ve lost.
“I’ll be back soon. And we’ll talk more. I love you,” he says over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him. He’s gone. He actually left me alone. My body falls to the floor, sobs wracking me.
CHAPTERTHREE
