Page 55 of Slaughter

My slave!

“What … is this place?” she mumbles, eyes searching.

It was once a wine cellar, but I had it gutted. Two thousand square feet. Enough room for me to do what I do best—torture.

It’s just like my father’s.

It has three jail cells to the left, lining the black wall. A silver table bolted down in the middle and one chair beside it. I also bolted the chair down just so it can’t move when I’m yanking out their teeth or cutting off their fingers.

“This is where you belonged from the beginning.”

“What?” She gasps, turning to face me. “Avery, no …”

“I think you prefer to be chained to the wall.” Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head frantically. “Left down here, alone. Only to be allowed one glass of water and two pieces of bread each day.”

“Please don’t …”

“I think I’ve been more than accommodating, Bunny. But if you want to run like a disobedient slave, then I will treat you like one.”

For the first time since I took her, I hate the look of terror in her blue eyes as she looks up at me from the concrete floor. This is how Damon would treat her. This is exactly how she would look up at him. I’m supposed to be better. But I also can’t have her running from me. I honestly didn’t think she would give me this much trouble. I thought she’d lie down and take it.

I was a fucking idiot!

I walk over to the right and grab a chain that hangs from the wall. The weight heavy in my hands. “Do you want me to chain you to the wall?”

“No! Please …”

I take a step toward her, and she crawls backward until she’s pressed up against one of the cages that lines the wall. “Do you want to have to piss and shit in a bucket?” I yell. I may have never owned a sex slave, but my father taught me how to treat one—like they’re fucking nothing!

“A-a-aver-r-ry.” She sobs.

I storm over to her, and she doesn’t even bother trying to run from me. I lean down and grab her chin and make her look up at me. She whimpers. “You are testing my patience, Bunny!” I snap.

“I’m sorry.” She sobs and closes her eyes tightly.

“Look at me!”

When she opens her eyes, I drop the chain and lift my now free hand to touch her wet cheek, and she flinches as if I’m going to hit her. “I don’t want to treat you like this, Bunny,” I say softly, and her body physically shakes. “I don’t want to cage you like an animal.” Lie, that’s why I brought her here in the first place. I knew what extremes I would have to go to, to keep her safe. She’s not safe from me, though. “But you’re not giving me any other choice.”

“I’ll do better …”

I sigh dramatically for effect. “I don’t think you can.”

“Please,” she begs, and my cock hardens at how breathless she sounds. Her bloodshot eyes quickly look around the room the best she can since my hand still holds her chin in place. “I don’t want to stay down here,” she whispers once her eyes meet mine.

“Are you going to be good?”

“Yes.”

I don’t want her down here either. I want her up in her room. “This is your last chance, Bunny. Disobey me again and you will find yourself down here. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck!

The single word makes me want to rip her clothes off and fuck her right here. But that’s not part of the plan. On the way home, I decided what I was going to do with her, and it was never to put her in the cellar. I mean, the threat has been made. If she fucks up again, this is where she will find herself. But I wanted her punishment to be more of a mindfuck rather than physical.

“Go back up to your room,” I order, letting her go and standing to my full height.

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