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Come on Paige, you know what you have to do.
I will myself to move my arms but no matter how much I try, they remain fastened to my sides. Changing directions, I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Closing and opening it several times, I can’t seem to get anything past my lips. Tears fill my eyes as I stand in front of the man who holds the key to my freedom, no matter how little it may be.
I can’t do this.
The thought floats through my head and the truth of it hits me.
Even if I have to live the rest of my life chained up like a wild animal, I can’t beg this demon for forgiveness that I don’t need. I can’t lay myself at his feet.
I feel the fires of rage building inside of me, consuming all the pity and self doubt. It’s in this moment that I realize what I need to do.
I need to kill the killer.
Chapter 19
Mick
She’s staring at me and I watch as the brokenness diminishes, replaced by a fiery determination. I don’t know what she’s thinking but the look in her eyes makes me want her. Want her more than ever.
I have spent the last few weeks warring with myself over my decision to follow through with chaining her up. I nearly broke when she sobbed for me to let her use the restroom. But I had to stay strong. She needs to know how serious I am about this bond between the two of us. So, instead of giving in, I turned and walked out.
Something broke in her that day and I think she finally started to really understand. I can be the master of her pleasure, but I can also be the executor of her pain. Even still, I left her like that for a while longer.
When I came home today and saw her sleeping, I knew I needed to end this punishment. She had experienced the consequences of leaving me and now I wanted to reward her for surviving them. I was already planning on letting her free of the chains but now I can see her bloodlust shining through, a mirror of my own. My plans for her new freedom are already shifting.
I wonder just how far she’s willing to go?
A wicked smile covers my face and I reach out, pushing her hair behind her ear. Looking into her eyes, I murmur, “How would you like to stay out of the chains, beautiful?” Paige grimaces at the endearment and glances at herself before looking back up at me. Mistrust and timid hope filling her eyes, she slowly nods her head. I hum in response, moving my hand to her cheek and rubbing the pad of my thumb over her damp skin. She tries to stay still but I see the slight flinch at my touch and a small burst of anger hits me, causing the thumb to freeze.
Breathing through my nose, I push the emotion down. I resume my gentle strokes, holding her gaze while softly asking her the question that will grant her freedom or imprison her again. “Who are you?”
She peers up at me, eyes flickering and I catch another brief glimpse of that fire in her before she stamps it down. When I’m about to demand she answer the question, Paige parts her lips and lets out her answer on a breath. “Yours.”
My chest aches at her whispered word and I groan as I swiftly pull her into my arms, kissing the top of her head. “That’s right baby. You are mine. My little bird.” I lean back and pepper kisses over her face as she closes her eyes and digs her fingers into my flesh, clinging to me. I move my lips to meet hers and when she parts her lips, allowing my tongue access to taste her, I dive in.
She moans as I kiss her with all the pent up desire and passion I’ve kept at bay while she has been here. My own self inflicted torture, having her so close but not being able to touch her, taste her. I move my hands into her hair and tug, causing her to gasp into me. Swallowing the noise, I groan, losing myself in her.
I only pull away when we are both gasping for air, leaning my forehead against hers. Stealing another soft kiss, I release her before turning for the bedroom door. Paige takes a step to follow me and I shoot a warning glance over my shoulder. She freezes mid step and cocks her head. Clucking my tongue, I shake my head. “Someone’s been a dirty girl and I need to clean up the mess. You’ll wait here.” I chuckle as the sound of something hitting the wall by my head follows me out of the room.
Oh yes, I think we can have some fun together. Just need to work on her aim first.
Chapter 20
Paige
I never thought I would be so happy to sleep on a couch. Following the strange interaction after the shower, Mick cleaned up the bedroom and it was as if my torment never happened. I can’t stay in there, though. Every time I enter the room a wave of nausea hits me and I lose the ability to breathe until I walk out again. I probably have some version of PTSD after the weeks spent in the room living my own version of hell.
When Mick sheepishly admitted how long he had kept me locked up, I went into screaming fit, throwing everything I could get my hands on. He shielded his head and his junk and just laughed, letting me work out my anger by destroying his possessions. It wasn’t enough but it damped the desire to stab him in his stupid face.
I’ve spent every night out on the couch, watching shows and planning my revenge. If Mick suspects anything, he hasn’t let on. He has given me space to adjust to the new normal and is gone most days, returning at night exhausted and sweaty. I pushed off the curiosity as long as I could until the fourth night in a row. I broke down and asked where he goes all day. All he replied was “work” and didn’t elaborate beyond that. To pass the time, I try to guess what kind of “work” he may be involved in. I’ve narrowed it down to stripping or the mob, but I can’t bring myself to ask if I’m right. Plus, he’s not covered in nearly enough body glitter to be a stripper and his clothes are suspiciously less bloody than I would expect a mobster’s to be, so I’m probably wrong anyway.
Fiddling with the TV remote, I stare at the screen, not paying attention to whatever movie I had put on to fill the silence. My mind is on how I’m going to get my revenge. I still feel queasy thinking about ending someone else’s life, but it’s his or mine. Call me selfish, but I’m choosing me.
Giving up on the TV, I click the button to turn it off and wander to the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards to find a snack. It’s starting to get late and Mick will be home soon, most likely with some form of takeout for dinner. As I’ve picked up the unfortunate habit of drowning my sorrows in wine, I need a little food to go with it and I don’t want to wait for him to show up to start pouring.
Settling on crackers and cheese, I set up a small plate and snatch my half full bottle of wine out of the fridge, taking a swig from the neck as I pull down a glass. I pour a good amount out and stare at the glass, loneliness and despair filling me as my mind wanders back to the last time I enjoyed wine before all this. Tears prick at my eyes as I think about Taylor and remember laughing with her so hard we cried. I miss that. I miss when tears could be from happiness too. Blinking furiously, I push the emotions down and pick up my food and drink, plopping down at the table. I know what I have to do to get back to that life, and I’m going to do it, I just have to figure out how.
I’ve finished my cheese crackers and refilled my glass of wine by the time Mick barrels in the door. I don’t look up immediately, lost in thought. When I hear the door slam, my eyes lift. I stiffen as I take in the state of the man in front of me. The sight is familiar and my mind flashes back to me being tied up to the bed as he stormed in, covered in red and breathing heavily while he stared at me like he was starving. The image in my brain dissolves and reveals the man before me, in much of the same state.
