Page 58 of Corrupt Game

The urge to snoop around a little more was crushed when dinner arrived.

“I’ll give you the tour after dinner is over.”

Mr. Holdt led me over to the kitchen table, but instead of sitting me at the table across from him, he motioned to the cushion sitting on the floor.

My eyebrow rose, but I could only sigh in frustration before taking a seat. With my legs crossed on the pillow, I was fairly comfortable as long as I didn’t think about the butt plug stretching my ass open for him.

Inside, I was rebelling at being treated like the family pet. I had to remind myself that I had to sit on the floor for meals at some foster homes, this was no different.

But I was better than this and didn’t deserve this type of treatment. I had appreciated our equal status in the basement when we’d both sat on the couch.

He still continued to feed me bite by bite, but all of the caresses and touches were gone.

The option of being left in the dark wasn’t much better than being allowed to sit at his feet.

With his slight contact gone, I felt myself craving it more. The need to be able to see and experience the sunlight again was amazing.

Was it worth the degradation of my spirit?

I would be alone and without his touch.

He seemed to sense that I was having an inner battle to accept this new position.

After dinner, I was allowed to lie on the couch with my head in his lap while he watched the news. Nothing exciting happened.

No talking, but I tried not to purr when he did run his fingers through my hair from time to time. It wasn’t in a sexual way, but more playful.

My mind tried to go through all the different possibilities.

What could he possibly want from this arrangement? How did this benefit him? Where was the meaning in all this?

In the end, I simply found myself relaxing and going into a zoned out state of mind. There was no need to worry or figure out the next step because everything seemed to have already been thought out for me.

At ten o’clock, he got up and took me to what I assumed was the spare bedroom. It came equipped with a bathroom.

“Good night, Collette.” He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and closed the door.

The lock clicked from the outside, but instead of worrying or trying to deal with possible solutions, I found my head hitting the pillow. Sleep began to overtake me.

The fact that I was above ground in a bed with blankets and sheets seemed almost luxurious.

How had my situation in life changed in just a short time?

I wasn’t even sure what the actual date was until the news had come on this evening. I had been down there in that basement for over two weeks.

Between the days of darkness and other forms of torture, it felt like it had been ten months. Only two short weeks had passed, and I wondered if Ingrid had even tried to look for me. She might have simply given up and moved on to another case.

My eyes closed, and I slept peacefully for the first time in weeks.

Chapter 19: Collette

At six am, my eyes popped open as if programmed to do so.

The lock on the door clicked, and Mr. Rossi was there with a fresh change of clothes.

“Mr. Holdt requests that you shower and meet him in the kitchen as soon as you’re able.” I nodded.

I wasn’t about to give him the same respect that I did Mr. Holdt.

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