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“I warned you, Priscilla. I gave you a taste of what would happen if you tried to deceive me,” he continues. “Now you’re going to get the full punishment.”
With my jaw still in his hand, he starts walking. I stumble backwards as I struggle to release myself from his grasp. I twist and claw at his arm and only manage to loosen his grip of steel when I fall to the floor. I try to scramble away but he grabs the back of my shirt and yanks me back to him.
“Let’s not do this the hard way,” he advises.
With my feet, I pummel him in the shins. He throws me to the ground, straddles me and pins my wrists down.
“I thought you were better than this, Priscilla,” he says.
I stare into his eyes, searching for mercy. “Please don’t kill me.”
He appears taken aback. “You think I’m going to kill you?”
“Or beat the shit out of me like you’re doing to Alessandro.”
He presses his lips into a thin line. “I’m sorry you had to see that with Alessandro, but in my line of business, well, that speaks louder than words.”
“So—so you’re not going to kill me?”
He cocks his head to one side. “I have something much more fun planned for you, Priscilla.”
Oh God. I don’t know whether to be relieved or petrified.
“But it would go better for you if you behaved.”
“Then what happens?”
“Let’s see how you take your punishment first.”
I suppose I don’t have much of a choice. I shouldn’t have tried to run. It was stupid of me, but I panicked.
“Are you going to behave and take your punishment like a good girl?” he asks.
Reluctantly, I nod.
He flips me onto my stomach and I hear him whipping off his belt.
“In case you don’t,” he explains as he binds my forearms behind my back.
After pulling me to my feet, he fists his hand into my hair and marches me down the corridor. If I try to flee, I’ll probably lose my scalp.
I know where we’re headed: his dungeon. But since I don’t remember the way, he tugs on my hair to get me going in the right direction. My heart still pounds like crazy. I’m not out of the woods by any stretch.
I try to gather my thoughts. Is there any way I can change his mind or would it just make him angry if I try to make excuses? I already agreed to take my punishment. Where did I think I was going to run to, anyway? Making it out of his compound was a long shot, but I didn’t want to accept my fate quietly and do nothing. Only I may have made things worse. I doubt Rafe appreciated getting kicked in the shins or scratched on the arm. I see that my nails took off enough skin to draw blood—not a lot, and he doesn’t seem bothered by it in the slightest.
Once we’re in his den of torture, he grabs a leather collar and walks me to a pole. With the collar, he secures my neck to the pole. Although the circumference of the collar is wide enough, I don’t like the sensation of anything pulling on my neck. I watch as he goes to a tall dresser and pulls out a ball gag.
“Safe words are for good subs,” he explains as he walks back to me.
“Rafe, I didn’t want to deceive you,” I say.
He holds the ball to my mouth. “You chose to do so anyway.”
I look at the ball with misgiving, though the ability to speak probably wouldn’t make a difference in all of this. Nonetheless, I try to avoid it, saying, “Please understand—”
But he’s not interested in what I have to say and pinches my nose shut while he shoves the ball into my mouth. He pulls the gag tight around me. I can’t do anything but endure what’s to come.
He looks me over, his gaze settling on my top. “It’s a nice shirt.”
