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In the end, he waited a few days until his new router had been set up before he got me to text and email everyone. My mother had a million questions because my messages showed as unknown on her phone. He had given me his phone to use but blocked his number. I lied to her and told her that I was on a writing sprint and had to get it all out in peace.

He hadn’t threatened or hurt me again, but he hadn’t let me out of the room either. My scar was healing, and my feet no longer pained me. He still gave me his fucked up drinks. A week in, and I was desperate for solid food. It kept me on edge because perhaps he was waiting for me to heal before he did something else to me. What worried me the most was he hadn’t fucked me again, and if he wasn’t going to, maybe he was going to kill me. I’d sent my mother multiple texts and composed emails to all my other contacts.

Staying in this room and constantly thinking of what he was going to do was driving me to near hysteria. No matter how hard I tried not to think of my eventual fate, I couldn’t. He gave me a T-shirt to wear. I wondered if I would be buried in it. My swollen eyes burned with more tears.

I didn’t want to die.

Why wouldn’t he believe me that I hadn’t copied his book? Only Tom could answer these questions, but Kyle refused to let me add anything additional in my email to him.

I heard the door unlock, and I gripped the bedding to stop my hands from trembling. I didn’t know what kind of a mood he was in today or what sort of hell he intended to reign down on me.

Chapter 18

Kyle

I flung the door open until it slammed against the wall because I wanted to see her reaction. I had used the last few days to heighten her uneasiness. My eyes were on her, and when she jumped in fright, I could have rejoiced that my plan was working. I missed fucking her tight little holes, but I had a goal plan in mind for my little captive. One that didn’t include any jail time for me. Her pale blue eyes were red around the rims and matched her facial scar beautifully.

I stifled my smile and walked up to the bed to leave her drink at the side before walking back out again. I felt her eyes on my every movement and wondered how fragile her mind would become.

This would be excellent research material for a book.

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I jotted down today's update with a real pen and paper. For a subject as personal as Faye, I broke out my hand-stitched leather journal and transferred all my electronic notes. As always, I started out with my observations on her and then added the impact it had on me and my goals. The more I tormented her, the harder I came inside her cup. She was going to be my masterpiece once I was finished with her. She was as docile as a lamb. All her fire had been extinguished, and her eyes had a lovely blank expression in them at times.

I wondered if her mind would snap when I eventually told her the truth or if she could grasp the magnitude of it by then. I felt my dick twitch at the thought of her being so entranced by me that it wouldn’t matter in the least. My eyes wandered towards her cup, and I put the pen down to loosen my sweatpants. Almost five weeks of wanking for her, and it never got tiresome.

I had months to let this all play out.

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“Faye,” I said softly.

She turned her head around from the window slowly at my voice. Her eyes stayed on me, and I saw them well up with tears.

“You passed,” I said with a smile.

She looked confused, but it didn’t stop those sparkling tears from dripping out of her eyes.

“I’d needed to make sure you were going to behave. Go sit on the bed. It’s time for your stitches to come out.”

Her confusion slowly morphed into caution, and her trembling hand went to her lips. Her fingers traced the black thread. I’d promised her this before. My hapless little lamb didn’t know that this was only the beginning of stage two.

“Lie down on the bed.”

My eyes stayed on her as she walked towards the bed and lay on it. My black T-shirt rode up her thighs. I hadn’t touched her, and the animal in me wanted to take her like I did before, but I discovered patience would have its own sweet reward.

I placed the black toiletry bag beside her shoulder before climbing over her and kneeling over her chest. My position over her was not about necessity but for her to realise how little power she had. I saw her throat bob up and down a few times. Once I settled my ass on top of her. I kept most of my weight on my knees. I reached for the bag, taking out everything I needed for her mouth.

I worked on her mouth stitch by stitch. Other than her face twitching in discomfort every now and again, she remained still. I rubbed my fingers over her lips before getting off her.

“Go and brush your teeth. Take the toiletry bag with all your dental hygiene products. I ensured there is everything you could want or need in there.”

She blinked twice before she looked at the black bag beside her. When she glanced back up at me, it was everything I wanted to see and more.

Gratitude and hope.

As I watched her walk into the bathroom, I realised that I was on the cusp of creating a beauty like no other. I rubbed my cock through my sweatpants.

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