Page 35 of Violent Delights

He pauses, his eyes fixated on me to make sure he has my full attention.

“This is where you will stay, always. Unless you fail to obey and displease me. The punishment you received earlier was just a small taste of what else I have in store for you, but those punishments are only for the transgressions that happen naturally during your training, when you forget things, act clumsily, or misunderstand an order,” he continues. “If, however, you openly refuse to follow an order, you’ll lose your privilege to stay here.”

My privilege to stay here? Is he fucking kidding me?

My frowning eyebrows cause him to interrupt his little lecture, casting me a warning look.

“It means you’re going back to the attic,” he clarifies. “For however long I decide, and it won’t matter how much you scream or bang against the door. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes, Master.”

“Good,” he says, getting up from the bed, ready to leave.

“What do you mean by training?” I hurry to ask. “You keep saying you’ll train me. For what?”

He looks at me as if the answer should be clear to me by now.

“For my pleasure,” he says. “You’re my pet. It’s what pets are for, to be trained by their masters.”

I wrinkle my eyebrows and instinctively cross my arms across my chest, closing my legs to cover my nakedness.

“Will I get my clothes back?” I ask.

He shakes his head no.

“Unless there is something specific you’d like to have?” he wants to know.

I’m confused by his question, but since he’s asking, I’ll answer.

“My purse, with my phone,” I say. Obviously.

He laughs. “You know you can’t have that.”

“Why? Are you afraid I’d call the police to get me out of here?” I dare to ask. I know I’m playing with fire here, and his look only confirms that.

“You know that’s not happening,” he snaps at me. “So, is there anything else you need to have with you?”

I hesitate. I don’t understand why he keeps pressing me on this. If he wants me to have my stuff, why not just give it to me?

“The coat,” I finally say. “I want the red coat.”

He sighs. “Fine.”

My surprised gaze follows him as he walks toward the door. I didn’t expect him to grant me that request.

He puts his hand on the doorknob, but before he leaves, he turns around to me one last time.

“I’ll be back later,” he says. “Get some rest, but don’t get any ideas.”

I meet his look with narrowed eyes.

“Afraid someone will hear me if I scream and bang against the door?” I ask.

His face remains stoic.

“No,” he says. “No one is here. No one will hear you.”

With that, he opens the door and walks out the room.

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