Page 15 of Violent Delights

Chapter 10

Joseph

I’m confused. Why is she making things so hard for herself? No girl has ever refused to get naked in front of me, in hopes that they will please me enough to receive a reward. They know that this is how it works. They obey, they get a treat. And putting them in a place where they have nothing is usually a guarantee for their obedience.

Not with this one. Stubborn little Ruby plays the role of the frightened and confused kidnapping victim so well that she seems to not only forget a lot of her orders, but also exaggerates her defiance.

Getting naked for a man should come easy to her. It’s her job. She does it all the time. Why does she refuse to do it for me? What’s the point of that?

She is different, that’s for sure. Ruby will be the first girl to spend the night in the attic. All others have been allowed to leave the room within minutes. It’s always been easy to make them obey and come to terms with their situation while they were still in that room and so eager to get out of there. It’s dark, it’s cold, and it’s uncomfortable. As soon as they were out of there and placed in their bedroom, that’s when the real challenge begins. When they are surrounded by cozy sheets and all the luxury they can imagine, that’s when they turn into brats, and I have to remind them that none of that is to be taken for granted.

Ruby, however, turned things into a challenge from the start. She’s not dressed the way I told her to be dressed, she had a drink, she fails to address me correctly, and she doesn’t follow verbal commands. Training her will be more difficult than I expected.

I am standing outside her door, watching it quake as she hammers against it from the other side, yelling for me to let her out. Pathetic.

Even she must know that this will get her nowhere. I’m standing in the hallway, my arms crossed in front of my chest as I watch the door from a few feet away. Her hammering stops for a while, and I listen for her to say anything, but I am greeted with nothing but silence. When I step closer to the door, I can hear her moving around inside the attic. She must have kicked off her second shoe, as well, because I cannot hear heels clicking along the floor, just the faint sound of her bare feet padding across the wood.

She’ll get bored soon. There’s nothing to see, nothing to do. Even if she erupts into a violent rampage, she wouldn’t be able to get out of that room. No one will hear her scream because there’s no one around for miles. Except for me. She’s too weak to break through the door with its safety lock, and there’s no way that she could break either one of the windows. Even if she did shatter the glass, the shutters would prevent her from getting any further.

It only takes her a few moments to figure all of this out on her own, and as soon as she realizes how hopeless her situation is, she’s back at the door, banging at it with her small fists and screaming for me to let her out.

I step away from the door, listening to the spectacle for a while, before I decide that I am getting bored of it. It’s late and I am getting tired. I’m sure she will wear herself out soon, as well. There are still traces of the narcotic in her system, even though it’s minimal at this point. Her anxiety, the confusion, all that adrenaline rushing through her body now that the most terrifying job she ever signed up for has effectively started—all of it combined with her erratic behavior will take its toll soon enough.

She’s flinging unintelligible curses at me, worsening her punishment even more. I have no intention of listening to this any longer, so turn around to head downstairs.

“There’s no bathroom in here!” I hear her shriek, just as I am about to reach the steps.

I pause, a mischievous smirk gracing my face when I turn around and walk back to her.

“You should have thought of that before!” I yell back at her.

And with that, she turns quiet.

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