Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Her body is covered in scars. Not every inch, but there are several in places that wouldn’t normally show with clothing on, white welts in jagged shapes. I take a sharp breath as I look over them, marveling for a second at the amount of pain this girl must have been put through.
Who the fuck would do this to her?
I stand, shaking my head in anger. I adjust her so that she’s in a more comfortable position in the tub, my mind straying to dark places, trying to imagine what happened to her.
My princess looks like she’s been through something, though I can’t be sure what. Maybe abuse, maybe some kind of accident. Either way, she knows pain, and that might be a bad thing. She might be stronger than she looks. I won’t intentionally cause her that kind of pain, but things happen in my line of work that can’t always be controlled, no matter how much I plan.
I get back to work, removing the mirror from the bathroom and any other hardware that she might be able to use against me or herself. When I finish, the room is just a showerhead, a tub, a toilet, and a sink. Everything else got stripped out.
Back in the main room, my mind drifts back to my childhood. My father taught me how to break down and reassemble every single one of the guns I owned while blindfolded. I carefully move the remainder out of the room and arrange them out in the hall, pausing only to pat Duke on the head. My father taught me how to torture a man, both physically and psychologically. I know every mental tactic there is. I know how to break a person and to make them completely mine if I really wanted to.
He taught me to ignore pain. He taught me to complete the mission no matter what. He taught me to be strong and capable above all things, and so far I’ve lived my life that way.
Even if I hate the orders, once I accept a contract I have to do what I’m told.
There’s a part of me that hates how much I’m enjoying this. It’s sick as fuck that I love the challenge of building her a prison in a short timeframe. I know the drugs will wear off in about another two hours, maybe even less, so I have to keep moving fast. I like keeping busy and building things, but I like staring at my princess. Her scarred body only makes me want to know her more.
Those are dangerous thoughts. She needs to remain just a subject to me, not a person. I can’t risk getting close to her. That’s the danger with this sort of thing: sometimes you see beyond the story you’re telling yourself, and the thing in front of you can turn into a person.
Once the room is clear, I stand in the middle and look around. The cage is in the back left corner, the bathroom is on the right, and the rest of the room is empty. There are two small windows, but they aren’t nearly large enough for her to get through. Plus, they’re unbreakable and soundproofed. She can scream, but there’s nobody around for miles. I have video cameras set up in the ceiling, and I can see every inch of her enclosure, including the bathroom. The door is impervious to both blasts and tampering and will only open with my fingerprint. When I had this room built, I didn’t spare any expenses. No one can get in or out without my help. It’s the perfect prison for her.
I’m about to leave, when I suddenly have an idea. It comes to me like lightning. It’s the perfect way to get to her, to peel back her layers and force her to show everything to me.
It’s like a game, or maybe it’s something like pity for what she’s been through before. Either way, it’s a tool.
The cage will be her safe space.
I stare at it and remember my childhood. I remember the girls and the men doing whatever they wanted to them. I remember how they cried at first, but quickly their faces became consumed with pleasure. They learned to enjoy it.
I remember how it excited me. I remember how ashamed of that I was, and still am.
I've decided. So long as she’s in the cage, I won’t touch her. That’ll be the deal I make with her. If she stays in that bear cage, she’ll be safe from me. It’s a few feet wide and long, and large enough that she can stand.
But if she leaves it, then she’s mine. She’ll break and leave that cage with time, and I’ll do whatever I want with her. And I’ll make sure she enjoys it. If she retreats, I’ll leave her alone. I’ll give her food and water, and the comfort of a blanket.