Page 161 of I Will Break You

“If you can’t fight off an attacker, or you’re overpowered, the next thing he’ll do after taking what he wants is tie you up for transportation.”

Her lips part with a rebuttal, but I raise my brow.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” I say.

She shakes her head. “What do I have to do?”

I repeat my order, and she lies flat on the ground with her arms trembling at her sides.

“Like this?” she asks, her voice wavering.

Kneeling beside her, I take hold of her wrist. “If they get you into this position, the next thing they’ll want to do is secure your wrists and ankles, so you can’t scratch out their eyes, kick them in the face, or escape. Your job is to stop them.”

“How?” she asks.

Taking hold of her slender ankle, I bend one leg, followed by the other. “By not cooperating. By fighting with every ounce of your strength, and definitely not by staying still.”

She wriggles, but I deliver a hard spank to her already reddened cheeks. Her soft groan goes straight to my cock, but I ignore the urge to explore. Instead, I fold a rope in half, forming a curved loop where the two ends meet.

“Today isn’t about resisting. I’m going to show you a hog tie and have you escape it. After you’re successful, we’ll try the same again in a confined space.”

“What kind of space?” she whispers.

“The trunk of a car.” I hold her feet together and wrap the doubled-over rope around her ankles, making sure to thread its end through the starting loop.

She shivers, her body falling limp. “Shit.”

This is her submissive side. The part that enjoyed fantasizing about being tied up and used. I’m surprised she’s beingso docile—and a little disappointed, really—but I don’t complain. Once she’s secure, I need to send out a team to scope out the studio.

I plan on razing the building to the ground, but not before I locate this Delta.

Call it my lingering daddy issues, but the use of that particular Greek letter is eerily familiar. I never revealed this to Amethyst in our letters, but each boy in our first facility was named after a Greek letter. I was Chi because my first name began with the letter X. Father’s first name is Dalton.

Crossing the loose ends over each other, I create a double tie around her ankles to make sure it’s a challenge. If Amethyst can’t muster up the will to fight, then she must learn how to break free from bindings.

When I lift her hands behind her back, she raises her head. “What are you doing?”

“Securing your wrists.”

“But how can I escape with my arms bound?” she asks.

“That’s for you to figure out.”

I raise her arms behind her back, making the silk of her camisole glide up and expose another scar. This one runs diagonally from the crest of her hip to the base of her spine.

With a frown, I fold the rope in half and slide it underneath her wrists, making sure it pulls tight.

She jerks back her arms, but it’s too late. The rope has already bound them together.

“Wait,” she says, her voice rising with panic. “You’re not going to teach me?”

“Experience is the best teacher. After you’ve failed a few times, you’ll figure out the best way to slither out of these ropes.”

“I thought you said bad girls get taught lessons. This isn’t fair.”

After creating a double-column tie around her wrists, I sit back on my heels. “Do you think the next set of henchmen Delta sends after you will knock first or ask you nicely to get into their vehicle?”

She doesn’t answer, but the pain in her eyes tells me she’s finally gotten the message.

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