Page 15 of Obsession

Ren flashed her eyes up to meet his gaze upon her. She wanted that validation.

“Take my hand, pet.”

She reached up and slid her hand into his calloused grip. Bastian lifted her to her feet and tugged slightly as he turned. She followed behind slightly as he continued his path toward another door in the room.

The door opened as soon as he stepped within a couple of feet of it, similarly to those at a grocery store. The door swung open inward and away from them. A flicker and then the room was illuminated in a mix of red and that eerie purple glow of blacklights.

The entire room was covered wall to wall with every imaginable means of restraint and punishment that you would imagine.

Everything was immaculate, placed just so. Clean and orderly. Not a spot left empty.

Nothing in the room looked as though it had been used before either. Not to Ren’s eyes.

“Welcome to heaven, pet. Though you may deem it hell before I am through with you.”

A flush of goosebumps coursed from the back of her neck down to her legs. Any bit of hair on her body stood at attention. The electric charge in the air buzzing across her skin.

“The only promise I make to you, pet, is that I will not kill you. Do you accept these terms?”

Ren waffled on the spot. She leaned back and forth from foot to foot while she took in all the foreign instruments and the evil glint in the eye of her once captor.

“And if I say no?”

“You’ve already said yes. I can tell by the rise in your heart rate, the dilation of your pupils, and the pheromones that your body released when the lights turned on.”

Sixteen

“Fuuuuck.”

Seventeen

“That was not the answer I was looking for. A simple yes would have sufficed.” A knowing smirk spread across Bastian’s stoic face.

“Yes, sir.” Ren answered back meekly.

“Mmm.” He grabbed his growing bulge and squeezed it while he reveled in her response.

Before Ren could blink she was pressed into a wooden contraption on the farthest wall of the room. The swift movement made her stomach rise and fall as if she had just taken a dip on a rollercoaster.

“Hold your arms out.”

She did as he requested. Slowly and deliberately he buckled her arms into the cross.

“I won’t give you a safe word, because nothing will stop me.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He barked out a laugh that was so loud in the deafening silence of the room that she felt her ear drum distort the sound.

“I did no such thing…I said I wouldn’t kill you. And I won’t. I am a man of my word.”

A fear unlike any other spread like wildfire through her. She began to tremble.

“I…I’ve made a mistake.”

“You’ve made many, pet. One of them was walking into my room after lying with my brother.”

Bastian knelt before her and calmly continued strapping her into the leg harness chains. They left room enough for her to move her legs a few inches in any direction, but not enough for her to fully close her legs together.

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