Save Riley(35)

But why?

I put a hand to the window that separated us and she slid hers up the glass to mirror mine. She never tore her gaze away from me. It was cold, void of purpose, full of hate, and yet still so beautiful.

Riley moved her right hand to her side and I smiled wistfully. Either she had figured out the codes or I had been dumb enough to leave the kitchen drawer open, which I know I hadn’t.

I reached for the door handle and held it tightly. A smile started to spread across her lips that was so entrancing that I swear to God, I could have died happily on the spot. Slowly, I opened the door and she walked out.

I felt my body go numb when she stood in front of me and looked up at me with her blue eyes. I fell to my knees in front of her when she raised the large knife over her head.

Mother Mercy, let this be over as quickly as it can be, I thought as I looked up into her eyes.

When she brought her arm down, I quickly slapped her arm and the knife flew about twenty feet away. Riley threw herself at me angrily and knocked us both over. I assumed that her sudden strength had come from an adrenaline rush. The moment I was lost in was gone as I began to laugh.

She became so angry at my laughter that she began to swat blindly with all the fury she could muster, hitting me in the face and pounding her fists into my chest.

I only laughed harder.

She had gone from a visually sexual goddess to a viciously angry anti-goddess and I loved it. I loved it because now I knew that she could switch her emotions as quickly as I could since I had been broken.

I didn’t have to do much to her to finally achieve what I wanted. Yes, I may have fucked her in her sleep and stolen her innocence. I may have viciously fucked her on the kitchen counter. I may have hung her in the Alone Room in shame and I may have given her the ultimatum to take Perry’s virginity or kill her, but what worked most was the psychological torments.

I had finally broken Riley.





Twenty


Six months later

We were lying on the couch watching the telly. Riley was lying on top of me on her side, her head on my chest and an arm around my waist. Everything had been calm and quiet since we had taken Evan and Perry’s remains and dumped them into the Tasman Sea.

It took few months for her to get adjusted to her new life here with me, but I think I had her trust now since I had taken her out to help me. I didn’t trust her enough to let her out without me, but we would take walks sometimes and she would hold my hand so tightly that I often wondered if she were trying to break it.

But when we were home alone, she would be the most attentive nurturing captive I ever had. And in bed she had become insatiable. It was sex every night before we went to sleep and if ever there were a time that I fell asleep watching the telly with her on the couch, I would wake up to her either sucking my dick or riding me with such a ferocity that I was worried she would snap it off.

It was absolutely magnificent and perfect, the way our lives were turning out. Almost too magnificent and perfect.

I knew that she was plotting something. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that Riley just suddenly decided to be cooperative to everything and anything that I wanted. That she had forgotten about my kidnapping her, popping her sweet cherry as she lay drugged on my bed, and locking her up in the Alone Room.

I also had no qualms with playing along for now.

“Is it time for bed yet?” she asked with a wide yawn.

“It can be,” I replied running my hands over her hair.

She pushed herself up with her hands and looked tiredly into my eyes and nodded. I smiled and brushed her hair back. If only this were real I would be so damn happy.

“Come on then, off to bed we go,” I said, gently smacking her ass. She giggled and pushed herself off of me, waiting patiently. I turned off the television and set the remote down in its usual place.

As we exited the living room, Riley took my hand and we walked up the stairs toward the bedroom. I pushed the door open for her as was our usual routine and locked the door once she had climbed into bed. Riley always slept facing away from the window; I knew it was because of Perry but I doubt if she would ever confess that much to me.

I opened the balcony doors slightly and hooked the bottoms together so that they wouldn’t open any further unless I loosened them up and lay down behind Riley. I put my arm around her and held her close to me waiting for her to start her usual hand roaming when instead she just sighed.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” she asked quietly.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s nine months to the day that I woke up here,” she replied.

I grunted. I honestly thought we were past the whole hostage situation, but I had guessed incorrectly.

“Did you know that Jax?” she asked turning slightly.