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Thisoption hadn't occurred to me.
There’s a loud sigh over the speaker as I remain frozen, staring at that key.
“No more food comes through the slot until you chain him up. You already know I can wait you out, so I suggest the two of you cooperate. There's no point starving yourself and suffering more. Don't you agree?”
The look in Seven's eyes is stark, not because he's about to allow himself to be chained up, but because it leaves me vulnerable and because it was his need to fuck me without orders to do so thatunlocked the next level.
I struggle to stand and cross the floor to the food slot. I stare at the shiny silver key for several minutes as though trying to teleport it out of this house so we'll be safe. But the key stubbornly refuses to disappear under the urgency of my thoughts.
Finally, I pick it up and cross the room to Seven.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers.
“You couldn't have known.”
“I should have.”
My hands are shaking too hard to unlock the shackles on the wall, so Seven takes the key from me and unlocks them. He gives it back before locking the first shackle on himself. He holds out his other wrist. I'm crying now.
I shake my head. “I can't.” I turn up toward the camera. “Are you going to hurt him?”
“Of course not,” the voice says. “He didn't break any rules.”
“A-are you going to hurt me?”
“Address me properly,” he says. I know he heard everything in the bathroom. Of course he must be angry that I would so easily and without prompting call SevenMaster, but refuse the title to him. It wasn't intentional. I would never intentionally piss this guy off. I'm just too scared to think.
“I'm sorry, Master.”
But he doesn't answer my question. He only says, “Obey, Pretty Toy.”
I look to Seven as if he can offer me some guidance. There are no choices here. If I don't chain him up, we'll just go for days without food until I finally give in, and then I'll be half starved on top of whatever is about to happen here. But if I do lock the other chain around Seven's wrist... that door is going to open.
I can't cope with the idea of that door opening and that swirling mass of darkness coming into this cell with us.
I pace back and forth, my hands shaking so violently I drop the key.
“You're only making this harder on yourself,” our captor says. His voice is so calm and reasonable I want to scream.
“Look at me,” Seven says, careful not to use my name, careful not to break the rules.
I look into his eyes. I'm struggling to calm my crying, struggling to breathe.
“It's okay,” Seven says.
It's not okay, and we both know it. But I have no real choice. I take a deep shuddering breath and lock the second shackle around his wrist. That click is the loudest sound I've ever heard.
The chains are long enough that he's still able to pull me into his arms. He holds me, cradling my head against his chest like he did that first day in the shower. His other hand strokes my back.
“Shhhh,” he soothes. But I can't stop crying.
I flinch when I hear the metal door slide open and the sound of our captor walking into the room. I squeeze my eyes shut and press harder against Seven's chest.
“Come to me, Pretty Toy.”
I hold on to Seven harder. I can't go to that monster.
“Don't hurt her,” Seven warns.
