Page 31 of All Your Hate

I slip into another dress shirt and find some more of his sweats. I’m tall enough to be able to wear them without needing to turn the bottoms up and all I need to do is cinch the drawstrings in at the waist so they’ll stay up.

For a quiet moment, I let myself soak in the feeling of wearing clothes before I await whatever the rest of the day will bring. I’m not sure if it’s something about his smell that I find socomforting or if it’s due to the lack of sensory stimulus I’ve had up until now, but it helps me to relax a little.

Sitting on the bed reminds me of what he did to me. The way he touched me during that messed up examination. I wasn’t a virgin before I was taken, but no one had ever touched me likethatbefore. It was all rough fumbles and quick fucks. I had needs that I checked off when I could, but my priorities were work and Summer, so actual dating was out of the question.

To have someone touch me like they were handling delicate porcelain was more than unexpected. As much as I know it was just my body naturally reacting to his stimulation, I can’t deny how the gentle caresses affected my heart.

Then when he went down on me. God, he played me so well. Got everything he wanted from me.

I’m not sure what’s worse, having to piece together what was done to me by my previous captor by finding the new marks on my body and feeling the violent ache between my legs or watching my current one feast on me like I’m his new favorite meal.

In another life, he would have been exactly my type.

He knows he’s beautiful. If sex appeal were a person it would be him. That makes him even more disgusting.

I hate him. I’ve never felt such rage inside me before.

Bones thinks he can toy with me, manipulate me, and play games. Well if he thinks that I’ll break that easily he’s in for a surprise.

I spend the day wandering around the house by myself. There’s no sign of Bones and I’m glad for that, but I can’t help but feel like I’m being watched the entire time.

It’s easy to get lost here, but I’m slowly starting to get a feel for where everything is.

It’s more a mansion than a house really. I don’t see how one man can live here alone. It’s huge and empty. There are so many rooms, some of them are locked and the others all feel too quiet and lonely.

My apartment may have been tiny but it felt like the perfect size for me and Summer. It was always home. I imagine it’s all gone now. Everything about my existence has probably been swept away.

In my exploration, I stumble upon a large dark room, and when I find the light switch my heart aches at the sight. It’s a huge cinema room with a flatscreen television mounted on the wall and shelves full of gaming consoles surrounding it.

Summer would lose her mind if she saw this.

I need to stop thinking about her, it’s not helping. I don’t have the luxury of breaking down and crying. There’s nothing I can do for her right now.

Walking around a little more, I find all sorts of rooms. One is set up with a record player in the corner next to a large comfortable-looking chair, and rows upon rows of vinyl on the shelves. Another is a fully equipped gym. There’s even a library stacked with hundreds of books. Bones seems to have a room for everything.

Eventually, I find the kitchen. I startle as I see Bones stirring something on the stove. He’s got a distant look on his face and he’s not noticed me yet.

His long hair is tied up in a top knot, a few strands hanging loose over his face. He blows one out of his eyes and I have to resist the urge to go over there and move it for him.

He’s wearing more casual clothes now, plain black joggers and a tight-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt, with a thin metal chain around his neck. It all fits him perfectly. Everything he does isdone with perfection. There’s not a single thing about him that’s sloppy.

I should sneak back upstairs since he hasn’t seen me, but he’s the one thing between me and my freedom. I can’t keep away from that.

Deciding to make the first move, I clear my throat and he looks up.

A warm smile lights his eyes. “Evening. You hungry?”

He’s back to being that charming and calm version of himself. That person I can handle.

I nod and he says, “Good girl. Grab the wine. I’ll be right through with the food.”

I hesitate before moving over to grab the bottle of red and the two glasses waiting on the counter.

“It’s not drugged. Promise. If you don’t believe me, grab a new bottle.”

To make a point that I’m far from trusting him, I grab a different bottle from the wine rack and he smirks. He’s acting like nothing happened earlier. Like we’re friends, not prisoner and warden.

“Do you not have a cook?” I ask, out of sheer curiosity of this enigma of a man.

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