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The door was old, and it pissed me off at how long it took me to get all the screws out of the door panel. By the time I dismantled the lock, I was furious.

I took a few things out of the toolbox before leaving it by the doorway so I wouldn’t forget to take it out of her room.

I pushed the door open and was momentarily surprised to see her balanced on the edge of the bathtub, trying to pull off my shower railing.

I went straight for her without hesitation and flung her over my shoulder. She was mumbling because that’s all she could do. If it weren’t for the risk of infection, cutting her tongue out would have been a better option.

I threw her on the bed and promptly sat on top of her.

“You think you can get away from me? Lock me out in my own home?” I asked coldly.

Her icy blue eyes were filled with tears, but they didn’t move me. I couldn’t feel at the best of times. It wasn’t difficult to emulate emotions. I only did this when I needed to manipulate others or desired something. Judging by her reactions, she was just my type, exploitable.

She shook her head, and her eyes pleaded with me.

I smirked at her.

“You had your opportunity to obey, and you chose to defy me. So stop crying and face up to your punishment,” I said.

Seeing a flash of anger on her face made me want to break her beyond recognition.

“How did you copy my work?” I asked.

She shook her head again. I leaned down so my face was close to hers.

“After your punishment, you will type out your laptop password,” I snarled at her.

She nodded her head.

I leaned over and took the duct tape I had placed on the side earlier. I strapped her wrists up before crawling down her body to do the same to her ankles. Using her legs, I turned her face down on the bed. Ignoring her muffled cry, I climbed off the bed to get the metal ruler from the side of the bed.

I gripped a hand full of hair and lifted her face from the pillow.

“If you move your feet, I will make the pain last for a very long time, Faye,” I said close to her ear.

I walked toward the bottom of the bed and held her calf down. I used the long metal ruler and brought it down as hard as possible on her feet.

It felt damn good.

I ignored her muffled cries and the jerk of her legs.

Mmm. I could get used to having someone to take all my frustrations out on. I didn’t count how many times I whipped her feet, but when the entire surface area was red, that was when I stopped. I peered a little closer and saw tiny cuts where the edge of the ruler had done the most damage.

She was crying silently into the pillows.

I walked up towards the top of the bed. I shoved the ruler into my back pocket and pushed her onto her back. She was trying to blink the tears out of her eyes, but it was a useless task.

“That might sting for a few days,” I said with a nasty smile before it dropped from my face.

I pulled my phone out and pulled up notes.

“Here, type your password out,” I snapped impatiently.

Her hands were still taped together, but her hands were trembling so badly that she dropped my phone on herself.

If I didn’t want that password so badly, I would have punched her in the face.

“Hurry the fuck up. I don’t want to see your fucking dramatics,” I snapped at her again.

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