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“You can't keep drugging him like this,” I say. “You'll kill him.”
Our captor laughs. “Awwww, Seven has a girlfriend. So sweet. He'll be fine. He's tough.”
A couple of water bottles are dropped in through the slot.
We sit on the floor of the cell and eat in silence. Seven goes to sit against the wall when he's finished. After a few minutes, he's unconscious.
I move back to my corner when the door slides open and warily watch our captor. He drags Seven to the door.
“Don't hurt him,” I say.
“Careful, Pretty Toy. I might get jealous of the affection you lavish on him.”
I don't say anything else. Afraid that if I do, he might take it out on Seven. He presses his thumb against the scanner and takes Seven out of the cell.
He returns a couple of hours later, and I'm terrified by what he may have done to Seven in that time and why he hasn't brought him back.
“Come,” he says, beckoning me toward him. I slowly get up off the floor and walk even more slowly. Even just a few hours away from our routine, and his constant attentions has made me afraid again.
“It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.”
He opens the door and urges me out ahead of him. His hand rests on my bare lower back as he guides me down the hallway to the door that leads down to the dungeon. He strokes my back when I tense.
“It's okay,” he says again as he inputs the code.
When we get downstairs, Seven is still unconscious, lying naked on his back, spread-eagled and bound to the bed the same way I've so often been. It's hard to look at him like this and imagine this was what I looked like. So exposed and vulnerable.
I rush to him, running my hands over his body, searching for injuries, but unless it's his back, I don't see anything. But there must be something.
“What did you do to him?” I demand.
He advances on me and pulls me off Seven before pushing me up against the wall, his hand at my throat, his gray gaze holding mine. “Donotspeak to me in that disrespectful tone.”
I'm crying and struggling even though he isn't squeezing hard.
“I'm sorry... M-master. Please. Please.”
He releases me and takes a step back, straightening his clothes as if he’s civilized and above these petty threats. “Now, to answer your question, I've done nothing to him. The drugs were for transport, and it takes a while for them to wear off. I haven't touched him.”
I hear a groan and turn toward the bed where Seven is waking up. “Let me go, motherfucker!” he growls.
“Ah, ah... There's a lady present,” our captor says.
Seven turns sharply toward me. “Ka—” He stops himself in time. “Kitten,” he says instead.
“Okay,” our captor says, a delighted gleam in his eyes. “I just thought up a fun game. Last time it was lady's choice. Let's switch it up. Seven... you get to choose. Do I punish Kate or does she give me a blow job?”
I freeze at this and look at Seven. His expression mirrors my own.
“If it helps, whichever one you pick, you get to watch. And Kate, you can't tell him which you prefer. It takes all the fun out.”
The truth is, he's twisted me so much in just a few days alone with him that I would be okay with either, but only if the punishment was like other punishments—not so much I can't stand it. But I'm afraid if Seven chooses for me to be punished, our captor will go harder on me to punishhim. I'm afraid he'll make me bleed.
I know Seven; even though he's seen how I respond to our captor, he won't want to choose to put me in a sexual situation I might not want. It's a wasted worry on his part. I'm already too far gone, but I don't know how to communicate this with just my eyes. And the truth is, I'm ashamed to, because there’s something about the idea that I would rather suck our captor's cock while Seven watches than take a punishment that seems too twisted to accept.
“Punish me,” Seven says.
“No. That's not the choice. You always try to cheat the rules.”
