Page 48 of Corrupt Game

“Yes, I am. Would you please feed me?” The words left a sour taste in my mouth.

My teeth ground together. I needed food to survive. I had to survive for Andy.

Unclenching my jaw as the first bite found its way unerringly to my mouth.

“When you’re ready for sex, I’ll start by taking a finger and running it down your skin until you’re begging for more. Your body will shiver under my touch. With that finger, I’ll shove it in your very wet, willing pussy. Using only one, I’ll begin to slowly fuck you in and out with it.”

My entire body went still. The need for heat gone as I focused on his words.

“Each stroke of my finger will bring you that much closer to the edge. I’ll curl it up just enough so that it reaches those sensitivepoints on the inside as you dig your nails into the bed, hoping for control.”

He leaned closer and the heat from his breath warmed the skin on my neck.

“But you’ll never gain it. I’ll always cause you to lose control.”

The words made my breath come in short gasps as I imagined him doing exactly that to me right there on the couch.

Heat filled my body in a new way: from the inside.

He was slowly roasting me alive. Stoking the fires of my inner core, as I hoped that he would just touch me. Make it all feel better,real.

Abruptly, he stopped describing the situation and stood.

“Remember, you chose this.” His words mocked me as he walked away.

The light from the elevator hit my eyes, and I curled deeper into the couch. As the doors shut, I realized I was alone, once again.

Sometimes the light was there and other times it was gone. It depended on how much he felt the need for stealth.

I could always tell when the doors opened from the sound. It was how my clothes, towels, and sheets had all disappeared. He wasn’t alone when he came down.

Rossi must have been a stealth ninja because the only scent I ever noticed was Mr. Holdt’s.

Hours passed. or maybe it was only minutes, when the intercom crackled to life.

“As a reward for your good behavior during the meal, I’ll be turning on the heat for when you sleep. If you continue to please me, there will be opportunities to be rewarded in other ways.”

I wanted to scream, yell, and curse at him. Instead, I simply curled my hands into fist, knowing that the nails were biting into my skin almost to the point of drawing blood.

He’d just told me I’ve been good enough to deserve a reward. I needed the heat so I couldn’t risk angering him. I had to think about survival instead of giving in to my desires.

Chapter 16: Collette

A new day always began when the elevator doors opened.

Mr. Holdt continued to bring my food each morning.

Exhausted from the hours in complete cold yesterday and then the warmth, I had no idea what to expect next.

Unsure if the temperature had dropped as much as it had the day before, I walked to the couch. Anything could be taken away at any given moment.

I was used to having things taken away from me. It wasn’t really a problem in that context because I expected it. That was one of the good things. I’d learned that anything could and would happen.

He stepped into the room and sat away from me on the couch. He lifted his brow, and nothing.

He wasn’t Mr. Chatty, but he didn’t not say anything.

I looked at the food piled on the plates, and then at him.

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