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“You’re not a bad daughter,” he says. “You’re right to feel like that.”
“I just…” I bite down when a sob tries to take hold of me. “It’s hard to talk about.”
“You don’t have to talk,” he says.
I wish I knew what the rest of our lives looked like. If I knew she was going to be an addict, I’d deal with it. If I knew she would be sober, we’d live our lives, but it’s not knowing. It’s waiting for everything to go wrong all the time. I hate it.
“Nothing’s going wrong now, Katy,” he says, “and nothing will. Your mother can go to any rehab in the world. She can get all the help that money can buy.”
“Don’t say that,” I hiss.
“It’s the truth.”
“Why would you do that?” I’m almost yelling now, though I don’t know why.
“Because you’re crying, and it makes me sick. You should never have to cry.”
“Why are you saying these things?”
I’m suddenly snappish for some reason, now realizing what a mistake this has been. I don’t know him, not really. I’ve never seen him. He sent me some photos and videos, put me up here, and gave me a car. Fine, but what does that prove? He could be anybody. He could want anything.
Panting, I tear the headphones out. I turn the volume down. I rush into the bathroom. My phone lights up. It’s on the floor. When did I drop it? My head is light. I sit heavily on the toilet seat, staring as Sam’s number flashes on the screen. Then the phone blinks, dies, and lights up again. I pick it up and reject the call.
Tell me the truth, I text.
I have.
What’s the catch? What do you want from us? Our organs? What the hell is this?
Your organs? What are you talking about, Katy? I want to help you.
Nobody does something for nothing. What we did on camera… Was that part of the payment?
I’d never PAY you for that, he texts. Is that why you did it?
No, I wanted to. Never doubt that.
Even amidst the tension, I have to add that last part. I’m calming down, wondering why I freaked so badly. It’s like the prospect of long-term help fills me with terror.
I want to see you, I text. I think that’s the only way I’ll be able to accept this.
Nerves rise, coiling around me, but I know this is the best course of action. There’s only so much I can leave up to my imagination. If something is happening here, it would be easier to be sure in person.
You said it’s complicated, I write when he doesn’t reply. How?
CHAPTER 14
Sam
It’s complicated because I’ve been alone my entire life. It’s complicated because I want you more fiercely than you could ever want me. I hunger for you. I need you. I’m going to fill you with my seed, and you will bring beautiful children into the world. I want you so badly. I know I won’t be able to stop myself from saying all this. It will be too much for you, won’t it, Katy?
I delete the text, biting down and struggling to get my breathing under control. I sound like an unhinged lunatic. I sound like a man who has completely let his mind go, but what else can I say? I’ll need to remain cold when I see her. I’ll need to be a monk.
Don’t make me beg, she sends when I don’t respond. We don’t have to… do anything. We could go for a walk. We don’t have to touch.
Do you really think that’s the problem, Katy? That I don’t want to touch you? All I think about is touching you.
I send the text, and her reply comes quickly. Then how is it complicated?
You’re a persistent virgin, aren’t you?
That’s not an answer.
I grit my teeth, wondering how to play this, but the fact is, I’m starving for her body. To see her in person, touch her, kiss her thighs, and push my face against her clit with my mouth on her sweet virgin pussy. I wouldn’t be able to talk.
The savage in me takes over. I let it. Maybe I’ve got requirements.
Oh yeah? What kind?
I need to control your inexperienced, curvy body. I need to control YOU. If you want to see me, be a good girl and lie naked on your bed tomorrow at midnight. I’ll tie you up. I’ll have you right where I want you. You can see I’m real. I am who I say I am.
On the tablet, she emerges from the en-suite, looking up at the camera. She smooths her hoodie down. Even the baggy material doesn’t do much to hide her shapely figure. Are you serious?
Deadly.
She pouts at the camera. What sort of deal is that?
Are you telling me you wouldn’t enjoy it?
No, I would, but can’t we talk as well?
