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)
But now, I’m closer. The cage used to be on the far wall, and now it’s right next to the bathroom. I question my sanity for a moment, but I know its position has changed. I know it has.
Did he move the cage while I was asleep? With me in it? Or did he come in here? I pull the blanket tighter around me.
He said he wouldn’t come in though. He promised he wouldn’t. And he hasn’t.
With the size of his body and all that muscle, I imagine he could’ve moved it with me inside. I close my eyes and see him creeping into the cage and quietly lifting me. My heart hammers in my chest, but for a different reason than I’m used to. Not fear. Desire.
My eyes snap open and I quickly run from the cage, ignoring my thoughts and go to the bathroom now that it’s close enough and alleviate my needs the fastest I ever have. My muscles ache with the quick movements; it’s been so long since I’ve stretched. There’s a pain in my stomach, too. It makes me hunch over and wince, but all the while I hold my breath with my eyes on the cage. I listen, waiting for the sound of his boots outside the door and the beep of the lock. But it doesn’t come. I run back and climb into the cage, and I stare at the door with my fingers curled around the thin bars. I'm waiting for it to open. But it doesn’t.
Maybe he wasn’t watching. I look up at the camera to my right, and then to my left. Maybe he was, and he’s happy I went to the bathroom.
He tells me he’d like me to leave the cage. Maybe I pleased him.
My head’s dizzy with the thought, and my stomach hurts more than it did before, now that my bladder's empty.
Finally, my heart settles some and I move into a yoga pose, the rising sun, to stretch my aching back. The quick trip reminded me of how little I’ve moved; how little I’ve done anything.
The throbbing in my temples and the radiating pain in the pit of my stomach are constant symptoms that I’m unwell, but I can’t give in. I can’t live this way.
I stare at the food on the tray, but I refuse to eat it. I curl up on my side and fall into a light sleep. Only a few more days I think. A few more days until this is over.
The thought makes my heart clench, but I still ease into blackness just the same, ignoring the pain and welcoming what’s to come.
It feels like only seconds have passed when the recognizable beep wakes me, and I turn slowly to face the door. Even the slow movement makes me dizzy, my mind fuzzy and weak.
Gio walks in, and his cold blue eyes are already on me.
I expect an object to be in his hand. He always brings something with him.
I’m right, there’s a peach in his right hand. My mouth waters at the sight. A peach. The deep peach hue with a splash of gold on the side makes it look ripe. I'm sure it's sweet and juicy, and I can imagine the fuzz on my lips and tongue.
I swallow and rip my eyes away from it and stay stiff as he walks to me and crouches in front of the cage. His classically handsome face stares back at me. It's a face that both haunts my dreams and stirs fantasies in my mind. The rough stubble along his jaw tempts my fingers to touch him. I want to feel the texture. I want to spear my fingers through his thick hair and do so much more. I close my eyes as the thoughts overwhelm me.
What’s wrong with me? This isn’t okay. But I can’t help it. I’m consumed with thoughts of him. The seeds of sin he planted have sprouted, and I can’t escape the dark thoughts.
He did tell me he wanted me, didn’t he? Or did I dream it? I can’t remember.
“You need to eat,” he says in a low, even voice. The smooth cadence and rough tone make my nipples harden and my pussy clench. I close my eyes, ignoring my treacherous body and hating him. But I hate myself even more.
“I don’t want to,” I lie. I do want to eat. I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself anymore. I feel weak and sick, and I hate that I let myself be degraded to this. My eyes dart to the peach in his hand, and he holds it closer to me.
“It’s for you, princess.” His voice is mesmerizing. It’s for me.
A sick part of me is thrilled for a moment.
He brought it just for me. My mouth salivates as I think of the taste, and the sweet smell fills my lungs. My head’s dizzy with dehydration and I don’t feel well, but the sight of the peach, the gift Gio’s brought me, makes me want to take it in my hands.