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“If I have to drag you, your hands go behind your back,” he offers. Enthusiastic nodding confirms our negotiation. He's finally understanding me; I can't agree to this, I want to be forced.
I stand and offer my hands like the good boy he wants me to be. Since when do I roll over and become someone's bitch so easily.
“Good boy, turn around. I promise to reward you so good after this.”
Oh, since my smooth-talking kidnapper took my dignity from me. I turn around and let him fix my hands behind my back. Not loose on the chain like before but crossed in the small of my back and held together.
Walking like a dog on a lead, I follow him to the dining room. My stomach growls at the idea of food, but I know I'm not eating when we get there. Imagine the embarrassment of being tied to the table under a mountain of fruit, while the staff eat off my naked body.
Imagine syrup dripping down the curves of my body, strangers dabbing it up to eat.
No. Don't think that. Can't think that. There isn't room in these shorts for those kinds of thoughts.
I must endure dinner and find out from Knox what his long term plans are, for me and Annie. That is the only focus, the only goal. I will not be tempted by private dance studios and heated indoor pools. Not by the food, the luxury, or the sex.
I'm led into a room with bright red and dark wood walls, and a far wall of glass. The sun is lowering across a vast landscape that stretches as far as I can see. Try as I might, my eyes eventually have to drop to the table in the centre. Four chairs surround the table, Caeo faces towards me, eyes hungrily drawing me in, and at the foot of the table, is Annie.
Still dressed in her own clothes, completely unbound, grinning like the cat who got the cream. I look her up and down for signs of mistreatment, but she looks fine; Knox has clearly kept his word. She looks me up and down, clearly seeing the marks left by his bruising grips. This man has repeatedly fucked me, and while I never said no to any of his attentions, the evidence of my assault is bloody obvious. I just want a reaction from her.
Anything.
Anything at all.
She's looked out for me since all the other boys in class got bigger than me. The gay dancer with a druggie mum hurt more as a label that the sexy dancer tag my sister had. She could deter bullies with just one smile. But that smile won't help her with Knox. That is why she is relying on my being the one to lead him away with a smile. This is just a role reversal on our childhood situation, except we are not kids playing for flirty smiles in the school corridors. Now we are playing with madmen and it's our lives on the line.
twenty-four
Knox
Mypoorlittletreasurefalls over his feet as he spies Tiffany at the table. It's time to stop leading him and start guiding him. I use a firm grip on his arm as I pull him to the chair opposite Caeo.
He may fret his bindings are unkind, but it's only because I love him. If bloody Tiffany stands now, I'll take her head off. If my boy stands, he'll do himself some damage. That's why he's getting a full body harness pinning him in place. His little whimpers don't agree with me, but this is something he'll learn to expect from our life together.
“You made a mess on my wardrobe earlier,” I whisper against his earlobe. “Essential ingredient for a bloody Mary.”
Porter squirms in his bonds and I can only dream which part is bothering him. I bet it's his hands. Training your shoulders to find arm restraints comfortable takes time. He will feel it the most when I release him, and I will be there to make him feel good.
He won't understand just yet, but the time will come soon enough.
“Welcome,” I greet my two companions as I take my seat.
“Who could refuse an offer of dinner with the most notorious gangster around,” Tiffany gloats.
Now here is a woman who has given her fate some thought. Faced with the prospect of captivity for the rest of her life, she has decided to embrace her chance at naming her price and I don’t think my treasure will be too happy to hear her decision.
“Not many ladies get the offer.” I force a smile.
Our starter is brought in by Freddie. Fine dining is the norm for a man like me, as it will become so for my treasure. Not that he will sit in a chair like Tiffany is.
Chicken, bacon, and leek pie with a creamy sauce stimulate the boy's hunger, but the point of this isn't to torment him, but to help him realise that his sister isn't going to save him. I’ll make sure he gets his share after though.
“I need that name from you,” I begin, fixing my eyes on Tiffany as I ignore the boy to my right. “A name for your brother's safety.”
“I said no name.” She replies, having no qualms about devouring the food in front of her hungry brother. “Should you even be questioning me while my brother has an agreement in place?”
“That's why he's here. My way of guaranteeing this isn't done behind his back or without his consent.”
“Consent? He doesn't have that capacity does he? Not until Monday when you cast him off like rubbish or agree to let me go.”
