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“It’s not a secret, at least not in here.”

I wave my hand at the couple watching us and toss them a small smile. The man holds up his glass of amber drink in a silent salute, showing his respect to the man whom he knows lies behind the mask.

“Then who are you?”

“The man who wants to do so many bad things to you, until you’re begging me for more, princess.”

“Wh…what makes you think that I want that?” She stutters, but keeps her eyes on mine, and her body in my grasp.

“Just a hunch.” I say, smiling down at her, softening my features under my mask.

There are open playrooms that I passed on my way to find her. It would be so easy to take her to one, bare her to me, and give her a taste of what she can expect with me. I want it. I want her on her knees, her mouth open wide, her tongue on my cock. Then I want her draped over my lap, taking the spanking she so deserves for her indiscretions this past week. Putting herself in danger more than once, at the hands of men who don’t think twice about hurting her, makes her a bad girl.

I want to hurt her too, but only for me, and only so that she will never want another man ever again. I want to ruin herand bring her back as the perfect little thing for me. She’s close now, it’ll only take a little bit of training for this naughty thing to be my very own good girl, my perfect princess in the castle on the hill.

I can see the indecision in her gaze. The way her pupils dilate and constrict as she searches my masked face is her tell. I can see the thoughts running in her mind behind those black and grey orbs.

“My name is H. Nice to officially meet you Lily Murphy.” I say, holding out my hand for her, waiting patiently as she stares at it like my fingers are snakes ready to strike out at her. “It’s okay,” I add, leaning close to her face, feeling her breath sneak under the plastic of my phantom covering. “I won’t bite…hard.”

The voluntary placement of her dainty hand in my larger one is the first step, and she takes it with a sigh of relief when all I do is bring her knuckles up to my mouth and kiss them gently. Her skin is soft, but I already knew that, and it feels amazing on my lips.

“Come. Let’s play.” I whisper to her, tugging on her hand until she slides off her barstool and stands before me.

With a firmer pull, I bring her to me, her front pressing against mine, her tits squished against my chest. She’s so nervous that I can feel her heart hammering inside of her like a runaway train.

“Where?” She asks, looking up at me like a scared doe in my headlights.

“Wherever I say, baby. Come.”

It’s come full circle. Just a week ago today I was carrying her out the front doors of this building, and now, with herfingers laced with mine, I lead her back in towards the very place I met her. Serendipitous, no?

Should I be concerned about how easily she follows me to the unknown? Normally, and with any other woman I would. Only whores and bad girls let strange men take them away from the security of a group of people. But here, in this pace, where we all come to play out our fantasies in a safe environment, I can’t see her as the kind of bitch that rides in my truck to the pit. She’s not the type of whore that I end and then dispose of. Deep down she’s just a lonely girl with a high sex drive that wants to feel something. She’s just too naïve to do it the right way.

With me baby, you’ll feel all the things. I promise.

It’s only been seven days, and the patrons that mill around in the halls clearly remember the show I put on for them. As I direct my beautiful flower down the halls towards the playrooms, they step out of our way. The men give me nods of approval and admiration, as the women look me up and down like hungry wolves. They all want a piece of the leader that flaunts his dominance over the pack. Too bad I only want one now. The days of H having multiple sluts a night are over, and they can tell with the possessiveness that I exude over the beauty by my side.

The rooms are filling up quickly as the night progresses. Fridays are always the busiest at Le Chateaux, and when we turn down the last hallway, the only room still available is the very one I swept her up in my arms and took her from.

“In here.” I say to her opening the door and giving her a little pull when she hesitates.

Can I blame her for her reluctance? No, not at all, but it doesn’t mean that I’m going to allow her to back out with me just because of some bad memories, whatever they may be.

I wonder princess, do you know what I did to that man while you slept? Did you hear or sense anything in your unconscious state? Did you smell his blood as it poured from his throat all over the floor that he had you bleed on as well?

“H?” She whimpers as I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her against me, leading her into the burgundy room.

“Shhh, princess. I’m here.”

My words, the same ones I spoke to her before as she laid bleeding and crying make her stiffen and her jaw starts to tremor. She does remember. She knows something happened. I can feel it tearing through her as she stumbles against my side and locks her feet in place just inside the door.

The room’s been professionally cleaned, and there’s no evidence of my brutalities to the man who harmed her. There’s no longer the odor of iron and copper, or the death that followed it, but she knows that something bad, other than what he did to her happened here.

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Face your fears.”

“It’s you I fear.” She confesses, looking up at me with wide eyes that shimmer in her uneasiness.

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