Today is different. Today I need to get this ball rolling. No more Mr. Nice-guy.
I wait until it’s dark so my eyes will be used to the dark before I go in. I’m not going to put on any lights. I want her to be completely at my mercy.
After I’ve closed the door behind me, I wait a while. I hear her move to my left and slowly make my way to her. I can make out the outline of her slender body. When I get within touching distance of her she ducks and crawls along the floor. I wait until she reaches the other wall before I move fast. When I grab hold of her arm, she shrieks and the fear almost makes me let go of her. I pull her up against me, feeling shivers rake through her.
Instead of forcing her, I hold her to me. I let my fingers twist in her hair and press her face into my chest. Her naked body is soft against me.
“I’m so sorry I have to do this,” I whisper, all the determination I had coming in is vanishing as fast as the beats of her heart.
“Then don’t,” she pleads, her voice is muffled by my shirt.
Her hair smells funky. She’s long overdue for another shower. I’ve given her three days to get used to the fact that she’s been taken.
Tightening my hold on her arm, I pull her behind me. She follows me without fighting until we reach the stairs.
She digs her heels into the floor and yank back. “Please, no!”
I’m scared there will be a repeat of her escape attempt. I duck and dig my shoulder into her stomach. I toss her over my shoulder and quickly walk to my room. I need a room with a lock. She can use my bathroom.
Bill had the house made especially for breaking girls. There are four empty rooms to keep them in. The basement has been rigged for some training, that’s where I’ve been keeping her the past few days, seeing as the lock to her room is busted.
Upstairs are five rooms, each with their own bathroom. One for each of the guys and an extra room for Bill. They are all decorated sparsely, a bed, cupboard with things we’ll need to train the girls.
I haven’t even looked in the cupboards. I’ve been sleeping on the couch avoiding all of this. I have less than a month to train her, so I’ll have to start stripping her choices away today.
I set her down next to the shower and she immediately moves to cover her breasts and cross her legs, hiding from my view.
“Shower,” I snap, using more aggression in my voice than what I feel. She steps into the shower and then seems to be waiting for something. “Now, Kristine. You don’t have the luxury of privacy anymore. Shower in front of me.”
Her eyes dart wildly up to meet mine. They’re drowning in shock and I see a glimmer of anger flickering to life.
“Look, either you wash yourself or I do it for you, and then you’ll be punished,” I warn her, before her anger can fully fledge to life and give me problems.
She breathes hard, her face scrunching into a dark scowl. Her movements are aggressive as she opens the faucets and grabs the soap. “Un-fucking-believable,” she murmurs.
I know I should punish her for the remark, but I just can’t bring myself to. Instead I watch her soap her milky skin and I’m relieved to see the beating Eric gave her didn’t leave any marks.
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Chapter Ten
Kristine~
Fucking asshole!
I might have been quiet these last few days and even when that pathetic excuse for a doctor poked and prodded me like I was nothing more than cattle, but it sure doesn’t mean I’ve given up. I want him to think I have. I want him to lower his guard, and then I’ll make my escape.
I dare a quick glance at him and frown. Why does he always look so guilt-ridden? If this is such a pain in his ass, why can’t he just let us go? His eyes look like dark pools of pain. I just don’t get it.
When I’m finished and there’s really nothing else to wash, unless I do it all again, he straightens from where he’s leaning against the counter. “Get out!” he snaps at me just like earlier. His voice is in total contrast with his face. He sounds angry but looks sad.
I step out of the shower. He grabs hold of my arm, his movement too fast for me to flinch away from. I hate that he thinks he has a right to touch me! But most of all I hate being naked. I feel exposed and vulnerable and I’d give anything for some clothes.
He drags me into the room. When I spot the bed, I yank back. Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! My breaths start to come faster and my heart is pounding so hard I feel it in my throat.
He keeps yanking me closer to the bed. I try to yank my arm free, but when that doesn’t work, I sink to the floor. His hand twists and he has to let go of me. I dart up and run for the door, but just as I reach it his solid body slams into mine. He grabs hold of my hands and shoves them against the door, his thigh lands between my legs, and he effectively pins me.