Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Breakfast was nice,” she says. “But I can’t be a captive full time. I have things I need to be available for. Like my shifts at the restaurant, and…” She pauses because she doesn’t want to tell me about the existence of her family. Of her mother who burned out years ago, and the rough, humble, but kind man who provides for them materially while Laura remains a pseudo-parent to her siblings. There is nothing about her I do not know, but she likes to imagine they are kept safely private and I intend to let her think that is still the case.
“I have people who need me,” she says. “Friends and things. I don’t have time to be captive. They’ll notice.”
“They can notice all they like,” I say. “You’re mine.”
The expression in her eyes becomes one of true fear. I don’t think it is for herself. I think it is for her responsibilities. It would be good to alleviate her of them, for her to understand that the world doesn’t stop turning in her absence, and that people who have come to unfairly rely on her can stand on their own two feet.
“I really need to be able to go,” she says.
“And you will,” I say. “In time.”
“My shift at the restaurant starts in…”
“You’re not going back to the restaurant,” I tell her. “You were assaulted there last night. It’s a crime scene.”
“If I am missing, they will think I am involved. They might think I shot him.”
“They will not think that,” I laugh. “They might think you were taken, but that is not a fear I need to allay immediately.”
“You’re going to fuck up my life, you asshole,” she curses as she starts to lose her temper.
I sit down on the bed. She is glaring at me with indignant fury. She doesn’t yet understand what she has just earned herself.
“Come here,” I say, crooking a finger at her.
Laura
What the actual fuck does he think he is doing? I don’t know what he knows about me, but the fact that he’s been stalking me for ages tells me he knows where I work and probably that I support my family.
“I’m not going there,” I say. “I am going home.”
I stand up. He grabs my wrist and he pulls me down over his lap in one quick motion, wrapping one arm around my waist and snugging me hard up against his belly. My hips are over his thigh as he props that up.
“Let me go!”
“You’re becoming quite bratty,” he says. “You’re not going anywhere without my permission from here on out, and you will do as you are told when I give you an order. I know you are new to this, but you need to learn that there are consequences for disobedience, and even more for attitude.”
I start to respond, but he slaps my ass hard.
I squeal at the top of my lungs, because this is so fucking unfair, and because hot pain just went flashing through my body. He continues to spank me, his palm making very sharp contact with my ass.
“I know this hurts,” he says. “It’s supposed to. Remember how this feels next time you think about talking back to me, or refusing to do as I tell you. This is a punishment.”
Asshole. Fucking asshole. Who is he to punish me? He’s a common criminal, a stranger who dares shoot people, and what the fuck did he do to Dave? Did he kill him too? Should I be afraid now?
My head is hanging down next to his legs. I decide to take advantage of that and bite his calf. There’s thick pant fabric in the way, which makes it hard, but I decide that means I can bite as hard as I want.
He grunts, which for a man like him, probably means it hurts. Good. I don’t let go. I keep…
“Ow!” I gasp as his palm comes down hard on the back of my thighs, a harsh slap that sends a cold chill rushing through me. He grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head up.
“Bite me again and you will get a caning,” he says. “I will tie you down and I will beat this ass until you cry. There will be no mercy whatsoever for you. Understand?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
“Good,” he says. “Right now I’m just spanking your little ass. This can be a lot worse. You haven’t been disciplined enough to understand just how much worse it can be, but you are well on the way to making those discoveries.”
Those are some stone-cold warnings, and they sink through my mind. I can’t fight him. That’s the simple truth. He’s bigger than me. He’s stronger than me. He’s a monster of some kind, the kind that could easily devour me whole. I wanted to fight him, but this isn’t the way. I have to be smart and sneaky. I have to let him think he’s winning.