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His arms have recovered much quicker than his legs, and I can already see the muscle definition in them returning. It’s like their little races give him something to work for. A goal he can reach quicker than the other ones he has, like carrying me across the room so I can sleep in a bed and not the couch.
I lay in bed and toss and turn. It feels cold without anyone here. While on the couch, it at least felt like I could snuggle into something, but this bed has nothing.
I get up and grab a few extra pillows to try to make a nest of some kind. I glance out my door at Arrow’s room and make a decision.Fudgeballs, I need him.I toss the pillows on my bed, but when I turn around, a female figure walks right through my door.
For a second, I think it has to be Evie. Except, as she gets closer, I realize it’s not. Only, it’s too late. She jumps on me, pushing me to the bed and covering my mouth with a cloth.
A small sound escapes me just as I see Arrow’s light flick on. My eyes look up at the demon on top of me, and her image blurs with the one from my nightmares. My heart clenches when I realize she could get to any of us, she could get to Arrow.
I try with all of my might to let out a scream, only a small noise escaping the cloth, but that’s all I can muster before darkness consumes me.
It’s so cold I almost wish he would come down here. At least then his body heat would be keeping me warm. What does that say about me though? Wishing my jailer would come to save me from the situation he put me in.
I try to push those thoughts down as I curl into myself.
“My perfect whore,” he says as he walks down the stairs, flicking on the light and forcing me to shut my eyes. “I think it’s time we play a game.”
I don’t move from my spot at the back of the cage. If I stay still, then maybe he won’t want to play with me anymore. I caught his attention once, now I need to learn how to lose it. So, I play my own game instead. Silence.
“You know, you’ve lost that sparkle you had when I first found you.”
I was the one that found you, idiot.
He rounds the cage and unlocks the hook before opening the door. He tries to look me in the eyes, but I let them fog over with tears so I don’t have to see him. It drives him nuts seeing me this weak, so maybe if I can keep pretending, he will let me go. He only has a few more days at most before my father comes searching, I can hold out. I have to.
Wondering what the worst part about this is? It’s not the fact that I am sitting here fully naked, it has nothing to do with me having pissed all over the place because there’s nowhere else to go. The worst part is the chain he has around my neck. Not a collar, a chain.
Radon reaches into the cage and hooks a leash onto me, pulling me out by my neck. I go with his movements, but don’t let him fling me around.
“You smell like shit. Go to the shower and get yourself cleaned up for me.”
I stay on my knees at his feet. If he wants something from me, he’s going to have to make me do it himself.
“I said go!”
I don’t move a muscle, my lungs refusing to even take a breath.
He tsks as he circles me.
“This is getting less and less fun by the day. If you won’t clean yourself up, then I will have to get rid of you.”
Damn my treacherous eyes for looking up at him. Frick on a cracker. He smiles down at me, seeing right through my game.
“If you want to leave, all you have to do is repay me for everything I got you.”
I clench my jaw and wrap my arms around my body. If I would have known his ‘gifts’ required repayment, I would have never taken them.
Getting up, I rush to the bathroom. Except the moment I make it to the door, I’m jerked back by my neck and fall hard on my ass.
A tall shadow looms over me, right before the sound of a hand meeting flesh greets my ears, causing my head to jolt to the side.
It takes a second for everything to register, but when it does, I glare up at him. He laughs as if this is his favorite game.
With this sick man, it probably is.
“Go,” he says as he tosses the leash on the floor. Before I can get up, he crouches down in my space. “Every inch better be shiny and clean for me, whore. Or I will punish you in ways you have never even imagined.”
He makes good on that promise. For every inch he felt wasn’t perfect, he whipped me. For each hair out of place, he hits the same place on my face that’s already swollen and tender.
