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Her lips are quivering while she seems to fight for the right words.

“Th-this…,” she stutters eventually. “You’re trying to seduce me and make me forget what you did to me… what you want from me.”

I release a sinister cackle at her presumption, and firmly shake my head.

“I’m doing nothing of the sort, Riley. I’m just answering your question. I’m telling you why you’re perfect for this job.”

“Yes, I get that,” she now hisses at me. “Because I’m smart and… easy. You think because I did those things with you, I’ll just fuck anybody. You need a slut with a brain, and that’s exactly what I—”

My right hand slaps across her tear-drenched cheek and stops her mid-sentence. She’s so surprised and shocked at my sudden slap that she manages nothing but a blank stare as a response.

“You fucking stop that right now,” I warn her, holding my index finger up right in front of her face. “You’re insulting yourself, and insulting you means insulting me. I don’t tolerate that one bit—do you understand?”

“But—”

“Do you fucking understand?”

My voice roars through the small room with marrow-deep ferocity. And it does the job. Riley’s submissive side rises to the surface and she hurries to nod in agreement, her eyes firmly locked onto mine when she breathes, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl,” I praise, and let go of her chin.

She sighs in relief, but pulls the duvet up to her ears now, as if in shame.

“Just to be clear: you don’t have to fuck him,” I snarl at her. “You will be bait, a Venus flytrap, as you called it. But you do not have to fuck anybody.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said, Riley. I said you’d have to turn his head, to make him trust and like you enough for him to take you home. That’s all. I just need you to make him believe that you will sleep with him, but that doesn’t mean you’ll actually have to do it.”

“What does it mean, then?”

Her face is stern when she looks at me now, sitting up straight, her eyes slightly narrowed and her lips pressed together.

“It means you’ll do what you can to get into this guy’s home, and I’ll provide you with something to spike his drink once you get there,” I explain. “We need him knocked out for a while so you can go about your business without him noticing. Once you’ve done what I need you to do, you’ll make sure to place him in his bed, maybe leave a little note to thank him for the great night, and then leave the place. When he wakes up, he’ll be hungover and exhausted, but he’ll think it’s from a hot date and a good lay.”

Riley grimaces and a tremor of disgust travels through her body while she processes my words.

“No,” she objects. “No, Cain—if that’s even your name—I don’t think I can do this. I just…can’t.”

“You’ll have to, and you know why,” I say coldly.

Her curious gaze follows me when I get up from the bed. It’s time to bring this chat to an end. She won’t say yes to this tonight, maybe not even tomorrow. I didn’t expect her to go along with my demands—threats or not—right away. She’ll need some time. Time that I will spend wisely winning her over. It can’t be done tonight, especially when she’s still not fully comprehending the extent of all of this.

“Where are you going?” she bellows after me when I turn my back to her. “We’re not done talking!”

I snort. “Oh, yes we are. Good night, Riley.”

“Cain!” She shrieks after me, and I can hear the bed creaking when she moves on it. “Don’t go! Please don’t l-”

Her pleas are cut off when I let the door fall shut behind my back, not pausing or turning around even once as I walk away from my little Riley’s cell.

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