Page 74 of Cedarwood Cabin

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and filled with a twisted amusement. “Good girls get rewards.”

His hand comes up and he slaps my pussy, a quick sting that makes me flinch. I roll my eyes, trying to mask my arousal. A part of me craves more of his touch despite the fury inside.

Dax chuckles, the sound low and sinister, and he stands up. He grabs a pair of jeans from the bed and kneels again, helping me into my jeans.

Once the jeans are on, he retrieves the metal cuff and snaps it around my wrist. He tugs on the chain, pulling me closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a dark intensity.

“Let's go.”

He leads me out of the bedroom to the living room. Lyka stands there, watching me closely. He gives a once-over. “Behaving, are we?” His tone is mocking.

“You wish, asshole.”

Dax tugs on the chain and my whole body moves toward him. “Remember, only good girls get rewards. So I wouldn't keep calling us assholes.”

His words sound dangerous, yet I can't help but retort, “I’ll never be your good girl.” I grit my teeth.

I might be chained up now…but I won’t be forever.

Dax drops the chain and the metal makes a loud noise as it hits the floor.

I don’t waste a second and run. I can hear them laughing behind me.

“Where are you going, Flora?” Lyka calls out.

I run to the front door, but it's locked. I look up at the stairs and race up them.

“For fuck’s sake. What is she doing?” Dax asks.

I don’t look back, reaching the landing. My breathing becomes heavy. I lean over the railing, force myself to stand tall, and grip it with one hand.

“I’ll jump and kill myself!” I scream down.

Lyka and Dax stand at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me. They burst into laughter, mocking me.

“You’ll only break your ankles from that height,” Dax shouts up the stairs, shaking his head.

I feel helpless as I struggle to keep my balance.

Lyka slowly makes his way up the stairs. “Come down. If you jump and break any bones, we will not be taking you to a hospital.”

He reaches the top step and his face is full of anger. My body trembles as I look at him.

“Your favorite movie is Misery…There's a scene where she breaks her ankles with a sledgehammer. If you wanted your ankles broken, you just had to ask, baby,” he taunts.

I let out a gulp as I remembered the scene from the movie. “You… you…wouldn’t.” I tremble.

His eyebrow raises as he gives me a warning. I take a hesitant step forward.

“On your knees,” he commands with an evil grin.

“No,” I bluntly say, feeling humiliated.

He glares at me and starts walking towards me. He stops as I drop to my knees.

“Now crawl…”

The hard floor presses into my palms and knees as I crawl toward him. The chain drags along the floor behind me, making a scraping noise.

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