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Even submerged in the steaming hot water of the bath, goosebumps prickle over my skin.
“We both know you’re faking it now,” his voice devilish as he whispers in my ear. “But eventually you’ll break. They all do.”
He continues with the sponge, as though he didn’t just drop an absolute bomb on me, until he has cleaned every inch of my skin. He scoots me forward, his fingers lightly wrap under my chin, and he tips my head back. The warm water of the bath pours over my scalp and down my back. It is immediately replaced by his fingers, massaging shampoo into my hair. Once he is content that it’s clean, he rinses it before repeating the process with conditioner.
Standing behind me, he steps from the water and wraps a towel around his waist. As if this is completely normal, he grabs another and takes my hand, helping me out before drying mewith the same thoroughness that he cleaned me. Once I’m dry, he wraps the towel around me, combs, and dries my hair.
Sliding my hair over my left shoulder, he lifts the collar from the counter and pulls it back up to my throat. After fastening it, he lifts a small lock from the counter, and I hear it click behind my neck.
“Mine.” He places a soft kiss on the back of my neck, just above the collar, before leading me into the bedroom.
Opening a drawer to the dresser, he pulls out a lacy black tank top, emerald-green satin shorts, and a matching robe. “I thought these might really bring out your beautiful eyes.”
He places them on the bed, leaving me to get dressed as he pulls out new clothes of his own. I waste no time pulling them on, a futile attempt at covering myself and taking back a shred of my power.
Crossing the distance between us, he grips my chin and tilts my head up until I meet his gaze before placing a soft kiss on my lips. It both turns my stomach and arouses me.
There shouldn’t be. But there is something about his touch.
“You look fucking beautiful, kitten.” His lips vibrate against mine as he hovers from his kiss, “Are you hungry?”
“No.” I shake my head, too nauseated at myself to even think about eating right now.
“I have things I need to tend to.” He walks me to the large cage in the corner. “I’ll be back for dinner.”
He places a soft kiss on my cheek and shuts the door to the cage with the same nonchalance as kissing your wife goodbye beforeheading to work. He clicks the lock in place and walks from the room.
Leaving me caged—both in my new prison and with my thoughts.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
ABIGAIL
There are no clocks on the walls, and the alarm clock on the nightstand is at an angle I cannot quite read. I have no idea how long I have been confined in here. Regardless of how long it has been, it feels like hours.
I’ve played with the lock, tried to squeeze myself through the bars, tried finding a way out of here. Giving up, I lay on the small couch to wait for Grant to come and release me.
The knob jiggling on the door startles me, and I am surprised when a woman walks in. She appears to be in her fifties, dressed in a uniform similar to a hotel housekeeper and is carrying a small bucket filled with cleaning supplies. Her eyes meet mine, and as though I am invisible, she proceeds with the tasks she came in here for.
“Ma’am,” I whisper loudly. “Please.”
Dusting the shelves and properly making the bed, she passes mere feet from me numerous times but never looks at me.
“Please,” I beg quietly. “Help me.”
She continues to ignore me and my pleas for help as she meticulously cleans the room. When she finishes, she grabs her bucket to leave. Passing by the cage, she mumbles, “Just do as he says, honey. It’ll be for the best.”
“Ma’am,” I shout as she walks from the door. “Please! Just help me!”
My hands slide down the metal bars of my prison as I crumple to the floor. Squeezing the cold metal between my fingers, my head rests against my hands as tears uncontrollably roll down my face and silent sobs rattle my chest.
There isn’t a soul around that will save me.
I’m going to die here.
Tears continue to flow for so long that the sun is beginning to set by the time they finally dry up. Climbing from my crumpled position on the floor, my whole body is sore as I stretch my limbs.
