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“It’s more wrong to set me free! Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?”
He shook his head and crossed the room to take my arm. His grip was punishing, much more rough than he normally handled me, unless we were in the dungeon and he was whipping me for his sexual gratification.
He led me to the door, and I knew he was throwing me out for good. If he managed to get me outside, that was it. I knew he’d let me die on the porch from exposure or starvation before he’d ever open the door to me again.
I tried to pull away from him, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Master, please don’t do this.”
He dragged me down the hallway, ignoring my pleas. Finally, I got angry. Rage like I’d felt at the cemetery as I’d dug down through six feet of earth as if I could bring back something that was long gone.
“NO!” I jerked free of him. It wasn’t that I was stronger or had suddenly developed superpowers. It was that the vehemence and determination had surprised him enough to cause him to loosen his grip.
I backed further into the house, grabbing a candlestick that was sitting on a table in the entryway. An antique candlestick that probably cost more than I’d made in a month back when I’d beenEmily Vargas, self-help guru.
He smiled at me, his eyes alight with genuine amusement. We both knew I couldn’t overpower him, even with a weapon. He could easily disarm me and throw me outside. Still, he stood back, his arms crossed again over his chest, waiting to see what I’d do. I’d just become interesting to him again.
Good for me.
“Just fucking listen to me!” My voice was stronger than it had ever been with him. I had nothing left to lose.
I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. I was only afraid of being without him.
I kept the candlestick raised. “Don’t you see how fucked up this is? You think it’s wrong to keep me? Well you should have thought about that shit before you took me! I’m your responsibility now. You created me. You made me this way. This is your fucking mess. If you suddenly care about morality, then don’t make me go. Let me stay. I’ll be your slave. I’ll be your whore. I’ll never fight you. I won’t disobey. Whatever you want, just don’t make me go back. Please. I can’t live in that world anymore. You know it’s true. I just want to be yours.”
Are you finished?
I nodded, deflated. He left me standing in the entryway, and when he returned he held the highest object of fear. A knife. He advanced, but I didn’t back away.
He gripped me by the throat and held me against the wall, the knife poised to strike. The cool blade was pressed underneath my chin. His eyes were hard and unrelenting.
“I don’t care. Do it. Kill me or keep me, but don’t you fucking dare throw me away again.” Then I added, “Please.”
I didn’t flinch or look away from his eyes. Finally, he flung the knife away and kissed me. His hands gripped my wrists tightly as he held them against the wall. His tongue delved deeper into my mouth, and I opened to him and submitted everything.
Then he stepped back from me and unzipped his pants before pushing me to my knees in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth without hesitation, sucking him until he came, and I swallowed.
Adrenaline buzzed through me like a living thing. I stayed on my knees at his feet looking up at him, waiting for his next order.
You’re going to be punished.
“For what?” For leaving him when he’d forced me to? For staying away so long? For coming back and making him face himself? The monster he was and the pitiable creature he’d turned me into.
For the disrespectful way you just spoke to me. If you stay, the rules aren’t changing.
I nodded, a hard lump forming in my throat. “Three weeks?” I asked. My voice was so small again.
It was almost as long as I’d been free. Three weeks was an unthinkable amount of time to spend in the bad cell.
You could leave.
I shook my head. It was only three weeks out of my entire life. I could make it.
“Do you still want me?”
If I didn’t, you wouldn’t have made it through the door.
I took his outstretched hand and followed him.
When we reached the cell, something passed between us. Perhaps it was the close bond we’d formed over the months coming back in full force, but it was like a telepathic link between us, and as I looked into his eyes, I could see the truth.
