I relent, deciding to let her lead things for a few days. “How about I get you something to eat? Can we start with that?”
She nods, her eyes huge on me. I don’t think she expected me to back off. I lock the door behind me, feeling more at peace with the way things are going. As long as I can make her think she’s helping me and Andrea, I might just get away with it all.
Seeing her afraid and fighting her is such a turn off, but she has an amazing little body. If we’re both consenting adults things might just get heated between us.
~*~
Chapter Twelve
Kristine~
When Garrett leaves, I pull the cover from the bed and wrap it around my body. I sit down on the bed and try to wrap my mind around everything that’s happened today.
So that’s the reason for the sadness in his eyes. He’s looking for his sister, and I can half understand that he would do anything to get her back. I’d do anything for Riza and Kelly. I’d walk through fire for them.
Shivers rake down my spine at the thought of having sex with him, never mind the other stuff he wants me to do that I don’t know about. I’m not sure I can do it. He’s attractive and he hasn’t shaved since we got here, so the stubble makes him look even hotter.
Would I have sex with him under normal circumstances? If he didn’t kidnap me, strip me and scare the shit out of me, I think the chances would be good. I’m not the type to fall for every guy I see, but I’m a woman and Garrett is super good-looking. Any girl would want to be with him.
I can’t stop feeling scared, though. I know there is no way I’ll ever trust a man again. Look at the mess it got me into. The sad look in Garrett’s eyes is begging me to believe him, but I just can’t bring myself to.
I’ll play along for a while. If I can fool him into thinking I care about his story then I might just make it out of here with Riza and Kelly.
The door opens and Garrett comes in with a sandwich and some water. What I’d do for a soda, anything with some sugar. I’ve been rejecting the food the last three days because I was being stubborn. I only ended up punishing myself. I’m starving and reach for the plate. Garrett pulls it out of my reach and I frown at him.
“I feed you. One of the things you have to learn is to hand all your choices over to me. We have to make all of this as realistic as possible, or no one is going to believe us.”
“What? How is feeding me or taking away my choices going to change anything?”
He sighs heavily, as if he has to explain all of this to a kid. “Slaves don’t have choices. They live to please their masters.”
“You’re demented if you think I’m going along with that,” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
Garrett sets down the plate next to the bed. He wipes over the back of his neck, his eyes flashing with impatience. “Kristine, you don’t get to decide what a slave should do. These men are animals. They’ll kill you without blinking.” My mind instantly darts to Eric and how he abused and then killed Cathy. “Bill will be back in a week to see what progress we’ve made and if you’re disobeying me he’ll kill me and hand you over to Warren. Do you want Warren? Because I can tell you that man is a bastard. He’ll rip you apart.”
I shake my head. I don’t want Warren near me. Rather the devil you know then the one you don’t know. Warren will kill me. At least Garrett is patient and he really hasn’t hurt me.
Garrett sits down on the bed, placing his hand over my knee. He squeezes softly, as if to comfort me. “Please, let’s just get through the next month. It just as hard for me as it is for you.”
Yeah right, I want to laugh at him, but swallow it back. He’s not the one that was taken against her will.
“How did you meet Riza and Kelly?” He throws me totally with the question.
“Ah … we met the first day of school, have been friends ever since.”
He nods and picks up the plate. My eyes dart to the bread and then my traitorous stomach growls.
“What work do you do?” He breaks the one half of the sandwich in five smaller pieces. It looks like there’s cheese on. I love cheese!
“I’m not working yet. I just graduated. I studied Literature. I’m not sure what I want to do. I always dreamt of owning a bookstore.”
He holds a piece to my mouth and I can’t resist any longer. I open my mouth and try not to touch his fingers as I take it from him. My hands itch to grab the plate from him and shove it all into my mouth.
“Oh, you love books? Which one is your favorite?” He actually looks interested.
I swallow hard on the bite of bread. My favorite book? I can’t tell him about my fascination with Fifty Shades of Grey. That will be so embarrassing!