Page 21 of His Captive Pet

He delivered five hard swats to her ass before releasing her. “I told you to behave.”

“Are you trying to be all big and bad in front of your friend? Is that it?” She twisted free of his grasp and set her glare on him.

“The washroom’s inside. Down the hall to the right,” Devin interrupted before Blake could respond.

She stood locked in a staring contest with Blake.

“Would you like your ankles untied?” Blake asked, sounding as though he’d offered her a glass of water.

“Yes.” She clenched her teeth.

In one swift movement, he hoisted her up over his shoulder again. She grunted but otherwise remained still as he worked the rope free from around her feet. When he put her back on the ground, she contemplated kicking him.

“Probably best to behave yourself for the time being,” Devin prompted with a soft touch to her shoulder. “In the house straight back to the right is the washroom.”

“Go on.” Blake gestured with his chin.

“My hands.”

“No need for those to be free just yet.” Blake shook his head.

She rolled her eyes and without another look at them, she walked away. Her legs appreciated the movement.

The sun had already started to sink lower in the sky. Her stomach growled again. She’d missed lunch and probably dinner.

Aubree found the washroom easily enough and was quick to relieve herself and wash up as best she could. Checking herself in the mirror had proven to be a mistake. Her hair stood up in every which direction and a smear of dirt took up half her right cheek. Probably from all the dust being kicked up around the hunting cabin.

She stepped back out in the hall and listened for voices. None. They must still be outside. Good. She turned right and headed back toward the kitchen she’d seen. There had to be a phone in the house, and she would find it.

As she entered the kitchen she heard a small voice. A quick glance and she found another door off the kitchen. The voice came from behind it.

With great care she opened the door and listened for the voice. A stairwell; she’d found the basement. Whoever was down there was talking quietly, and it was a soft voice. A woman’s voice.

Aubree made her way down the wooden steps.

Another dungeon. Not that it surprised her, but the woman in the cage was something new.

“Oh!” Aubree ran to the cage.

The woman inside sat on a narrow cot, wiping her eyes and muttering to herself.

“Are you okay?”

The woman looked up with surprise in her eyes.

“Who are you?” she demanded from Aubree, and pulled the blanket up over her otherwise naked body. “No one’s supposed to come down here.” Aubree didn’t miss the authority in her voice.

“My name’s Aubree. Are you okay? Did he lock you down here?” Aubree tugged on the door to find it locked.

“Aubree? Blake’s Aubree?”

Blake’s Aubree. Like he owned her or something. She wasn’t anyone’s anything, and he sure as hell didn’t own her.

“Blake? You know Blake? Does he know you’re being held here?” Aubree looked around the room for the key.

“It’s okay. You look panicked, it’s okay.”

“Did he keep the keys?”

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