Page 33 of Blue Velvet

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Loran

There it is.That sweet, sweet terror I’ve been craving.

I’ve seen a glimpse of it before, three days ago right before I fucked her upstairs. At first I thought she just felt insulted because I said I didn’t like her blond hair, but I soon realized that it was more than that. She was surprised, shocked actually, to hear me say that I didn’t like blondes. I didn’t think much of it, but now that I think back to that day, I realize that her client probably had specifically requested a blonde.

She dyed her hair for him, and when I said that I didn’t like it, it only proved to her that my words were true.

But if she already realized it then, why hasn’t she been freaking out untilnow? Why is she screaming at menow? Why is she trying to fight her way out of my gripnow?

She stared at me for a few moments, and I could almost see the gears working behind the scenes as understanding set in. Heavy silence was followed by panicked screams. She lashed out at me, spilling tears, and using all her strength to coil within my embrace, fighting so hard to get out of my grip that it almost hurt.

I tried to keep her in place and control the little manic she’d turned into. It wasn’t too difficult, that is until she finally had the sense to do something smart. She realized that hitting and kicking didn’t do much, so she decided to try something different. I didn’t even see it coming until I felt her teeth digging into the flesh of my upper arm. She didn’t use full force at first, but once she did, the pain was strong enough for me to let go of her and shove her away from me.

“You fucking bitch!”

She glared at me, her face smeared with tears and her cheeks glowing from screaming.

“You monster!” she yells, slowly backing away from me. “You fucking monster! Let me go! You didn’t pay for me! I don’t belong to you!”

“Yes, you fucking do, toy!”

“NO!” she insists, crying out so loud that it chills me to the bone. “No! You’re not fucking paying for me! I’m not yours to keep! You stole me! You’re a fucking criminal!”

I take a step toward her, causing my little toy to run away from me. It’s a futile attempt because all she can do is run around in circles through the room, banging from one wall to the next, and she knows that. Nevertheless, she continues moving frantically, even if it doesn’t get her anywhere. I watch as she circles through the room in panic, her eyes frantically scurrying around, searching for a way out. Eventually she runs to the door, half-heartedly tries to open it, only to discover that it’s locked, like it always is, whether I’m in the room with her or not.

“Let me go!” she yells at me again, accusingly pointing her finger at me. “You have no right to keep me here! You didn’t pay for this!”

I smile at her, relishing the terror painted across her pretty face. Things didn’t go as planned with her, nothing did. It was pure coincidence that I found her in the first place, and it was another coincidence that I was able to take her when I did, without making any arrangements for her confinement, and it was another incredible coincidence that she works for the agency that I refused to contract with this time.

It all led to a few very confusing days, for both her and me, but now she’s finally acting the way I expected my victim to act from the beginning. My plan might be spoiled because I’ve already tasted her, but I know I will still enjoy her, nonetheless.

“Help!” she shrieks. “Help! Heeelp!”

“No one will hear you, my toy,” I remind her, speaking calmly as I continue moving toward her.

She jerks away from me when I try to grab hold of her arm, but it only works for so long. I close in on her with two big steps, getting a hold of her and pulling her toward me with little effort.

She cries out again, trying to lash out at me, but I keep her arms held in place. This time, I’m making sure she won’t be able to bite me by keeping her at a distance.

“Do I have to tie you up?” I ask, trying to catch her eyes with mine. She tries to evade eye contact, but not for long.

“You will fucking have to, you sick bastard!” she yells at me.

I’m probably the only person in the world who can see the beauty in this, the only man who savors her terror, the only man who gets hard just by looking at her terrified face when I pick her up. She continues to squirm in my arms and cry out for help that won’t come, but I still manage to take control of her by bending her arm behind her back and immobilizing most of her body with just one hand. I drag her over to the glass cabinet, using my free hand to open one of the drawers underneath the main display.

She wails in protest when I produce a rope bundle from the drawer, quickly unfurling it as I move on, carrying her over to the mattress she’s been sleeping on. I get down on my knees with her still wrapped in my arm. She’s still trying to fight me, but her efforts lack the conviction from earlier. It’s almost as if she has decided to surrender. Almost.

She howls into the cushions when I push her down on her stomach, crossing her wrists at her back and tying them together in the wink of an eye. The piece of rope I grabbed is pretty long, and it allows me to tie her up in a very simple version of a hogtie, connecting her ankles and wrists behind her back, completely immobilizing her.

Her struggle grows weaker by the moment, as she’s not only losing the will but the power to fight me. I roll her onto the side, making sure she doesn’t hurt herself when she falls over. She’s lying on her side, her arms and legs bent and tied behind her back, her gaze not fearful, but repulsed.

“Why didn’t you just buy me?” she hisses, fighting back another wave of tears. “Or someone like me? Why didn’t you just pay for this? It’s clear that you have the money for it.”

She pauses, considering her words before she continues.

“Or is this not your house? Is this not your stuff? Did you steal all of this, too?”

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