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LANDON
With the night vision cameras Hudson installed, we can see everything our new pet is doing down there no matter the time of day. A grin spreads across my face as I sit at the kitchen table, watching her. She’s realized she’s not leaving. Right now, Banks is sitting on the mattress holding herself tightly, slowly rocking back and forth.
Pathetic and weak, just as I suspected.
I stand up and lower the black balaclava over my face and get ready to go to the basement. Hudson left the key in the padlock so we both would have access to her as needed. Unlocking it, I slowly begin opening the door. It’s four in the morning and the kitchen is dark, so she shouldn’t be alerted by any light that might sneak through. Stepping down onto the first step, I turn my body to close the door behind me. Instead of being gentle, I slam it. The loud noise ricochets through the narrow stairwell down to the basement. I hear a small yelp come from the dark.
This is going to be fun.
Wasting no more time, I flip the light switch on and walk down the rest of the wooden steps. Keeping my hands in my pockets, I take the final step and reveal myself to her. Her facegoes from hopeful to disappointed. Turning my head slightly, I stay where I am, not moving. I want to see her next move. What will Banks do?
“Why?” she asks softly. Her eyes look sad and her lips tremble as she pouts. I don’t say anything back. Instead, I continue to watch her.
She waits a few moments before realizing I am not going to give her what she wants. Help or answers.
Banks takes in her surroundings for the first time. Her eyes squint, still adjusting I assume, as her head moves from side to side, looking around the room.
Biting her lip, her eyes lock on where we put her clothes. A slight bit of hope washes over her. I see it in her eyes. Her posture changes from folding within itself to sitting up straighter and more confident. Banks looks over at me, then back to her clothes. Getting to her hands and knees, she crawls over to them. The chain links tap each other as she moves, creating a clanking sound. We purposely put them there. She can see them, but never reach them. Taunting her each time we have the light on. Then haunting her in her dreams when the lights are off. Just as she tries to reach for them, still on her hands and knees, the chain stops her. Yanking her back slightly.
“No, no, no,” she mutters under her breath.
All hope leaves her eyes as she maneuvers her body in an effort to reach them. From reaching her fingers as far as she can to pivoting in place to reach with her legs and feet.
Her palms slap against the cement flooring. Banks’ head hangs in defeat, realizing she won’t ever be able to reach what she desires as long as she is shackled and chained.
I’m still standing in place, observing her. Interested in seeing what she will do next.Come on Banks, surprise me.
“Stop just standing there watching me!” She shouts at me. I don’t respond. She is looking for a reaction she will never get.
Then she roars to life. Standing up and charging right at me.
What a fucking child.
She is full of determination. I will give her that. Determined and stupid.
Before she can reach me, the restraint jolts her back with force, causing her to stumble backward, but she doesn’t fall, which is mildly impressive.
“I hate you. I’m not going to beg you to let me go. People will be looking for me. It’s Christmas!” Should I call her bluff now or make her think I have fallen for it? Decisions, decisions.
“You have no idea who you’ve messed with.” She spits out. I bite the inside of my lip to stop myself from laughing. Not wanting to give away who I am just yet. But her bullshit is getting out of hand.
Shaking my head at her only seems to piss her off even more.
“You motherfucker! You’ll regret this.” The words leave her seething mouth with such hate, it turns me on ever so slightly.
“You can at least give me a blanket, and maybe some water.” Now she is demanding shit. The balls on this girl. Again, I am even more impressed. Banks is full of surprises. Is this backbone real or just for show? Time will tell.
I nod toward her water bowls, and she follows my gaze.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
I am absolutely not.
Turning back to face me, she pleads, “What about a blanket? Please, I’m freezing down here.” Her eyes are so expressive. Flipping quickly from hope to determination to shock and denial. I only shake my head no in response.
And there it is. Defeat. Her eyes are the key to her mind, her thoughts, her emotions. She can’t hide anything from me now that I know this.
