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I slip out of bed and crawl to the door. “Make me.”
I can picture the vindictive smile he’ll try to hide.
Van has always loved playing these games with me.
“Have you taken a liking to this room, Wife? Are the accommodations up to par?”
“Not really, but it’ll do.”
I can hear his chuckle.
“As much as I want to please my wife, I must say, I’m a little disheartened to find her in the guest room and not where she belongs.”
Fear tangles in my stomach, but I stuff it down. “Is this not the dungeon?”
“Of course not,” he muses, almost sounding kind. “Your dungeon is upstairs—with me.”
This night is going to get worse before it gets better.
“I’ll pass, but thank you for the offer. Maybe I’ll join you in the dungeon tomorrow night.”
The house grows silent, but I know he’s still there.
“Good night, Husband,” I call, waiting for him to react, but nothing comes. Not until the sudden banging on the door sends me scrambling backward as the door disappears and my psychotic husband’s body fills the empty space.
“You took it off the hinges,” I cry, seeing his red face and eyes burning with fury.
He kicks the chair out of the way and steps threateningly toward me.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go to the dungeon,” I speak quickly, hoping he’s hearing me. It’s like something has taken over and possessed him. Maybe now he’s going to kill me.
“I said I would go. Just lead the way.”
I try redirecting him with a forward hand motion, but he doesn’t stop. He just keeps moving, with those dead eyes trained on me.
Fuck this.
I sprint past him and scream as I run down the dark halls. “Help me! Someone, please help me!”
I can hear Van’s footsteps growing closer.
Dammit, maybe I should become a vegetarian. “Help me,” I try again, already out of breath. “Please, someone—”
His hand clamps over my mouth, and my back is yanked to his chest. “Now, now, Flower. Is that any way to treat your husband?”
I snatch my head away. “You mean my jailer?”
He turns me around, gripping me by the shoulders harshly. “No. Your punisher.”
It’s the same tired conversation we’ve had before.
“I don’t deserve your punishment,” I clip, looking him in the eyes. “I didn’t do anything to you.”
His jaw twitches, and I know he’s close to exploding.
“Upstairs, now,” he finally says.
Like a petulant child, I finally pop off. “I don’t know where upstairs is. Otherwise, I would have set a fire up there earlier while you jerked off.”
