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“So what did I do? Did I break your heart, cupcake? This psycho-routine is not a good look.”
“You KNOW what you did!” she shouted, with so much menace he forgot for a moment he was dealing with someone probably less than half his size. “And now it's time to pay for it.” Her voice went softer, but no less menacing on that last declaration.
Ari shook his head. “Look, I'm sure this is all some misunderstanding. If you release me now, I'll let it go, okay? I won't hurt you or call the cops.”
She responded with a dark laugh. “No you won't hurt me or call anyone because you will die in that cell. As soon as I'm done playing with you.”
For the first time since realizing his captor was a woman, his blood ran cold, and he realized he may actually be in some danger here.
“Let's go over the rules,” she said. “I will feed you three times a day. One of those meals will be drugged, and you won't know which one. You will eat them all. If you don't eat, you will be punished. When you're sedated, I will chain you up to play with you until I get bored. Then I'll sedate you again before unchaining you. You will be left water and a sponge to bathe. If you get any ideas about breaking apart the toilet to break the cameras, I'll just leave you to starve to death. I'm killing you anyway. Do you understand these rules?”
“Yes,” he gritted out.
“Good boy.”
Minutes of tense silence passed and a tray of food came in through the slot. It was beef stew. The kind that came in a can. He stared at it for a long moment.
The crackle. “Be a good dog and eat,” she said.
“Fuck you. I'm not letting you drug me so you canplaywith me,” Ari said. He didn't want to know what that meant. At the same time, he was wildly curious to know who had him. Maybe if he could see her, he'd remember what this was about. Maybe he could talk her down or convince her to take her meds.
“If you don't eat like a good puppy, I'll have to punish you,” she replied. “The punishment will stop when you eat.”
Ari laughed. “And how exactly are you going to punish me when I'm in here and you're out there? Seems I found a loophole in your evil villain plan.”
In response, death metal started to pound through the speakers at an ear-splitting volume. Ari covered his ears.Fuck, this fucking bitch!
Fine. He would eat, let her drug him so he could size her up, and figure out how to get out of this shit. It would also be great if she thought she could break him this easily. It would give him an advantage.
The food was hot and not that bad. He finished it, but now he was even more thirsty than he'd started out from the salty stew.
“Good boy,” she purred over the speaker.
Ari didn't remember fallingasleep; the drug had worked fast. When he woke, he was shackled to the wall. There was just enough give in the chains for him to stand, but he remained sitting on the ground, facing the one exit. Waiting.
Soon enough the steel door slid open, and she walked in. Ari's breath hitched in his throat, as an involuntary reaction tightened his pants. She had long, wavy golden blonde hair and the most striking green eyes he'd ever seen. She wasn't wearing any makeup, but the healthy flush of color in her lips and cheeks made it hard to tell at first.
She was delicate, almost breakable by the look of her. Willowy limbs—like a dancer. And she moved that way, too. She wore jeans and a T-shirt—not one of those scoop-necked tops that let a man have a peek at cleavage. This shirt was modest. She wore no shoes and had a light pink polish on her toes.
She appeared sweet in a way that was almost painful to look at, and Ari couldn't stop the image of her on her knees from flitting through his mind. The phraseDon't stick your dick in crazycame to him as a sharp warning. But he didn't recognize this girl. Whatever offense she may have taken at something he'd said or done, he didn't remember it.
Which seemed impossible. Because if there was one thing he would remember, it wasthisgirl.
She carried in a few plastic bottles of water which she left underneath the metal table beside the food slot. She went out again and came back in with a large bucket of water that she had to drag across the room because it was too heavy for her to carry. Some of the water sloshed over the sides. Then she brought a bar of soap and a sponge that she left with the bucket beside the drain in the corner. Each time she went out, she pressed her thumb to the keypad on the wall. There was no code, only biometrics.
The last time she entered the cell, she carried only a beer. She took a bottle opener from her pocket, flicked the cap off, and took a long drink. He couldn't decide if she was drinking to taunt him with something he couldn't have but could definitely use right now, or to calm her own nerves for whatever she had planned next.
She had to know there was no coming back from this. She had to know she was going to prison for a long time.
She shoved the bottle opener and the cap back into her pocket.
“The water will be cold by the time you bathe, but if you don't use it, I will punish you,” she said matter-of-factly as if she were speaking to a small child.
“More death metal?” Ari asked nonchalantly. If he had to hear that music for more than a few minutes at that volume itwouldbe a kind of torture, but he wasn't going to let her know he felt that way.
“If you don't like the playlist, I can change it. I have an entire two hours of harsh metal gears grinding. I could play that for you at the same volume if you prefer.”
“Don't put yourself out,” he replied.
