Page 133 of Pure Vengeance

Her focus flitted to find out what he had in store for her next, her throat drying as she took in the alleged present. It appeared to be a collar—black and relatively thin—the type of thing she’d only seen previously on small dogs.

“It’s real leather.” He released her chin and spread the band open. “We both know how much you like collars, little girl.”

Her heart thundered in recognition as she surveyed her fate, her mind clouding as he wrapped the leather around her neck. She liked the idea of pet play, sure, but not like this—not when she was at the mercy of a madman.

The ache in her head returned with full force as he tugged the leather closed around her neck. She thought to grab it and resist, but fear about electric reprisals held her back. Instead, she pressed her palms against her thighs, noticing the way her limbs trembled. The collar wasn’t especially thick, tight, or uncomfortable, but it was what it represented that disturbed her.

That she was only an animal, his to do with whatever he chose.

Her mind was immediately littered with assertions about how it couldn’t be happening to her and how she’d wake up at any moment, but she knew they weren’t true. The false reassurances no longer offered any comfort.

This was her reality, to be a collared, quivering woman with no agency over either her body or her future.

“We just require one more thing.” He reached for the wall opposite the bathroom as he spoke, and her gaze rose to follow his hand, her belly knotting as she saw what he intended for her. There, hanging on the wall, was a short, metal dog lead. “Your leash.”

Lowering in front of her, he tugged the D-ring attached to the collar around to the front of her neck before he attached the metal leash. Her face burned at the degradation, panic exploding like fireworks in her head. This was the exact scenario she’d once described to Saul in a saucy exchange they’d shared in the middle of the night. She’d told him how much the idea of pet play turned her on, envisioning fun and consensual dates, not an unequivocal loss of her liberty.

“There.” Satisfaction reverberated from his voice as he crouched before her. “This is what you said you wanted, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Lawes, sir.” It almost killed her to admit it, but she realized there was no point in lies. No doubt, he’d kept those conversations, and he could prove exactly what had been said.

“There’s my good girl.” He patted her head condescendingly as, jerking at the end of the leash, he rose to his full height beside her. “On your hands and knees then. Let’s see how good you are at being my pet.”

He strode off along the hallway, the metal chain between them giving her little choice but to follow. Pressing her hands into the worn carpet, she started after him, brutally aware thatnot only was she naked but still plugged by the dildo he’d said would release a shock if she failed to please. Struggling to keep up with his pace, her movement was ungainly as she ignored the pleas of her palms and knees.

“You’ll need practice.” He paused, watching her close the distance between them. “But you’ll have plenty of that. I intend to give you everything you asked for, little girl.”

Hannah’s head lowered, noticing the tatty leather of his shoes. Clearly, he’d blown all his cash on her toys and gadgets.

How touching.

“Now you can thank me.” His tone was admonishing, as though she should have known better.

“Thank you, Mr. Lawes, sir.” Staring at his worn-out footwear, she couldn’t recall ever feeling so low.

Yes, he was bringing all of her fantasies to life, but he was doing so without her assent, and once again, he’d taken control of her entire life in order to dominate her. She wasn’t sure how much of another ordeal she could tolerate.

“We’ll work on your gratitude, too.” His voice was knowing. “But first, I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”

Her attention rose to his shins. “Is that a question, sir?”

“No.” Glee practically radiated from him. “The decision is made. Let’s head to the kitchen. I can show you the drinking bowl I have for you.”

She hardly had time to process his words before a hard jerk at her neck insisted she follow him. She watched his tired shoes disappear as she scrambled after him, not allowing her thoughts to disappear down another pit of panic.

He got me a bowl!She heaved in a breath.We talked about that, too, didn’t we?

She hesitated, the memory of their chats temporarily stunning her until the leash tugged her forward. So, that was his plan.She shook her head as he led her down the dark corridor.It was as if the last piece of the puzzle had fallen into place, and suddenly, she understood. He’d set this up for her—whatever he said to the contrary. This entire sorry nightmare was her own personal purgatory—a place where he played the god who owned her, and she followed every one of his warped commands.

He’s giving me everything I said I wanted.

“Here.” He opened the door at the end of the hall and motioned into the new room. She peered around the frame as best she could, only able to make out the edge of what looked like a dining room chair. “Let’s get you lapping like a proper pet.”

Heat grew on her face as she crawled into the lighter room, her misery mingling with her embarrassment. She had asked for this, but she’d never imagined an outcome like the one she now found herself in. She’d believed the worst was over, that it was safe to step out and be honest about her desires.

But she’d been wrong.

“Wait here.” He tied the end of the leash around the top of the chair she’d peeked a look at it. “And don’t even consider being a bad pet, Hannah. Remember, I have the remote control to your dildo in my pocket, and I’d hate to have to use it.”

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