Sociopath's Obsession(41)

Never.

“Don’t do that again,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse and trembling. He looked at me softly, but there was no other indication of his feelings at all.

Without another word, he grabbed his laptop and ignored me. It was confusing, and I had to blink several times to be sure he wasn't about to do something. Still trembling, I went back to the room he showed me, got under the covers, and closed my eyes.

I still smelled like him. The smell was easy to recognize. It was manly, heady, and strong. Maybe I should have taken another shower to wash the feel of his lips, his smell, and the memories away. But I was tired and wanted to sleep. Or at least that was my excuse.

It was hard to think and accept the fact I loved the smell of my sociopath so much that I had no desire to wash it away.

Tomorrow.

I could think about my escape plan tomorrow, and based on what happened today, he wouldn't want to wait for long. He had a life out there, didn't he? At some point, he would need to leave; he couldn't sit here forever. There was a strong possibility he would put me in chains again, but somehow, after seeing the bruises on my skin that he had made, I doubted he would put me through that again. I closed my eyes and let the dreams take me away.

I should have known the nightmares would be exceptionally vivid when I had such stress. They appeared from time to time, always having my dad and Ken pointing a gun at me. I should have known and waited until a little later to go to sleep. The nightmares weren't as bad when my body was exhausted.





“Here, have more turkey.” I pushed my plate, which was still filled with delicious Thanksgiving treats, to Dominic, but he shook his head.

“No, you need to eat as well. You barely touched anything.” Truthfully, I didn't want to. I knew what I did to get all those things, and because Dominic was healthier, I wasn't sorry about it. But every time I touched the food, it reminded me of the blowjob, and I wanted to vomit all over the fucking cell. Dominic couldn't know the truth. He had no idea of the lengths I went to in order to ensure he was safe all through the years, and I planned to keep it that way.

“Nah, I better eat a sandwich.” John was surprisingly generous too, or maybe not so surprisingly, and those chicken sandwiches were good. Not that we knew any better anyway. We had lived in this hole for ten years. I didn't remember Mom or Juanita and their amazing cooking anymore. Childhood memories of homemade cookies faded away, and I had only snippets of our mom’s smile, or Dad’s eagerness to play with us, or even Juanita’s tasty candies she used to slip into our hands. I clung to those memories; otherwise, my mind would be filled with nothing but one sexual scene after another.

Suddenly, Dominic stopped eating, and pushed his plate aside. “What did you do?”

I snapped my eyes back to his and shook my head in denial, not that it worked much with him. “Nothing.”

“Right. I’m so stupid. All those new things and the food. You did something extra for him, didn't you? Because of me.” He was shouting and coughing. His cold wasn't completely gone yet, and it wasn't like we had days to rest. He should take it easy on his throat.

“Don’t shout, Dom,” I shushed him, but he moved back with an angry expression on his face.

“He wanted you to suck him off, didn't he? Damian, don’t ever do that again, please.” He tried to grab my hand, but I pulled it back. I wasn't about to give him any promises. If his life was on the line, I would do more, and Dom knew it. His shoulders slumped and he rested his head against the wall.

“I never wanted you to sacrifice anything for me, brother.” His voice was low and regretful, and the part of my heart that still functioned squeezed. He was the only one capable of bringing out emotions in me.

“Dom, it’s okay. I don’t even remember it anymore.”

He just shook his head again, and then turned his face to me, his wistful eyes focused on mine. “Another nightmare, Damian. You can’t save me all the time.”

His words angered me. “We will be out of this hole at some point, brother. I promise you that.”

He nodded, but I knew he didn't believe my words. He had no faith in us and the escape plan, but I did. I just needed one moment to be able to run away and get something to help us.

“Do you know what they plan to do to us once our time is done?”

“What do you mean?” His question made no sense to me.

“After we are not useful, Damian. We are already too old for those fuckers. They will have fresher meat coming soon, and we both know it. The reason they’ve kept us so long to begin with is because—” He stopped abruptly, and I knew what he wanted to say.