Page 103 of Rage

I head to the master bedroom, stripping out of my comfy clothes and slipping into my bathrobe. Standing in front of my mirror, I take in all of me. My eyes are bright and happy. I grab my phone and take two pictures. The first, of my untied robe, showing off my nude body and the bruises that Erich left. He learned pretty quickly that I enjoy it when he gets rough with me. I shoot my man a text, with the picture alongside a simple message.

“Missing you Thought you might enjoy this view while you're gone…”

I tie my robe, but leave the top open just enough to show a tiny bit of cleavage. I snap another quick picture, then send this one to Alistair.

“Can't wait for tonight, stud.”

He opens it immediately, and I roll my eyes at his over-eager reaction. I toss my phone onto my bed, then head into the master bathroom to shower, using my antibacterial soap to wash every inch of me. When I'm clean, I put my robe back on and tie my hair into two tight dutch braids, pinning the ends into the braid on the opposite side of my head. I don't want there to be any chance of my hair coming down tonight.

As I'm finishing getting dressed in a black leather bodysuit, I get an alert on my phone from the cameras on my front gate. A car has pulled up to my driveway. One I'm far more familiarwith than I want to admit. Flashbacks threaten to surface, but I force them down. Now is not the time. I hit the button to open my gate. I should have about five minutes before he reaches the main entrance and my front door. It's just enough time to put on my favorite red lipstain and do a perfect set of winged eyeliner. I blow myself a kiss in the mirror, then head downstairs to my front door. My icicles still need about an hour before any of them will be ready. But I've got plans for Alistair that will fill the time perfectly.

I swing open the double front doors and greet him with a sweet, yet fake, smile. He must take it as a genuine one because he grins at me before saying, "Well hello, you sexy thing."

He tries to wrap his arms around me, but I evade his embrace. I want him to touch me as little as possible. "Come on inside, Ali." I toss him a flirty wink and inwardly cringe at myself.

He follows at my heels like a love starved puppy, briefly stopping to close my doors before continuing to follow me. I guide him to the living room and motion for him to have a seat on my plush sectional couch.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Two fingers of scotch, if you have any. Otherwise water is fine."

I give his shoulder a squeeze, then leave the living room. My kitchen is out of sight of where he's seated on the couch, so he doesn't see when I grab a small vial and add several drops of a cloudy liquid to his glass of scotch. Usually, I wouldn't bother to drug someone I'm about to kill, but I need him to willingly go down to my basement and not ask questions. This drug will simply lower his inhibitions and make him more susceptible to suggestions. The fact that it's also going to heighten his senses is simply an added bonus.

I grin to myself as I stir his drink, tucking the vial into my bra before I grab myself a glass of watered down whisky. I'm not actually going to drink it, but I want him to think that I am. Picking up both glasses, and making sure to keep his in my right hand so that I don't accidently mix them up —wouldn't that be awful— I head back to the living room.

I hand Alistair his scotch, then sit a few feet away from him and stretch out my legs on the couch. He knocks his drink back as if it's a single shot, and places his empty glass on my coffee table before looking at me expectantly. Depending on how recently he's eaten, I've got about ten minutes before the drug hits him. I know exactly how I can fill that time.

"How about I show you around?" I tack on a coy smile, the one that he seems to really enjoy.

"Only if it ends on a bang."

I want to puke, but force myself to remain calm and reply, "But of course." He throws his head back and laughs, making me roll my eyes. Standing up from the couch, I lead him through my house, showing him every room on the second floor first. His knees start to get wobbly by the time we walk back down to the first floor. I show him where the guest bathroom is, not that he's going to need it. By the time we make it to the locked door to the basement, his eyes have gone glassy and he's swaying a bit on his feet.

He has a goofy grin on his face as I pull the key out of my pocket and open the door. "My favorite room in the entire house is in the basement."

"Wha rooms tha?" he slurs.

"It's my playroom. Wanna see where I have all my fun?" I step aside and let him walk down the stairs ahead of me. I pull the door closed and flip on the lights before descending the steps. Alistair spins in a slow circle as he takes in the seemingly empty room. His eyes snag on the chains hanging from theceiling, and a crooked grin takes over his face once again. I lean my shoulder against the wall and watch him.

He grabs the chains, and I see the moment it registers that they're heavy duty and meant for more than rough sex. Though, I would love it if Erich strung me up from them.

"What are thesss for?"

"They're for you, Alistair. Don't you want me to play with you?" I step away from the wall and walk towards him, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of my back pocket. I let them dangle off my finger tip, and his eyes watch them sway from side to side. He nods once, then holds both of his arms out for me. I click the cuffs onto his wrists, then lift his arms above his head. Grabbing the hook at the end of the chain, I attach it to the middle of the cuffs and walk backward. I slowly move towards the wall where I had previously been leaning, and reach up to flip a switch.

A low, grinding sound startles Alistair, and he nearly falls. But the chain recedes towards its home in the ceiling and pulls his arms taut above his head, saving him from his stumble. A confused look takes over his face as his arms are pulled higher and higher, until eventually his feet barely touch the floor. I flip the switch again and the chain stops, leaving Alistair swinging slightly.

"Wha-what are you doing, Lynette?"

I move just out of his sight, and he attempts to turn to see what I'm doing. What he failed to see when he arrived was a second chain bolted to the floor. I pick it up and attach a pair of ankle cuffs to it. I slip his shoes and socks off his feet, then roll his pant legs up a couple of times before securing the cuffs to his ankles. I turn toward my safe and punch in the code. It unlocks with a series of clicks, and the door pops open.

I pick up my trusty swiss army knife and flick open the blade. I already sharpened it earlier, but I know that Alistair will hear the sound and be concerned by it. I look at the rest of my IceQueen goodies, and my eyes fall on a box that I just purchased yesterday. I'd planned for Erich to use it on me when he got back from his trip, but I can always buy a better one, that hasn't been soiled by Alistair. I open the box and pull out the ball gag. The band reminds me of a leather belt and secures in the back. The ball itself is made of black rubber and has several small holes. It's perfect if I decide I've heard enough of Alistair's mouth. Knowing him, it's going to be used sooner rather than later.

I grab both toys, and move back in front of Alistair. His eyes widen when he sees what I'm holding, and he thrashes against his chains. I hold up a hand and wave a finger back and forth, tsking.

"Behave, Alistair. I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight." He visibly relaxes, the chains clanking as his body goes limp.

"You want to know a secret, Alistair?" He nods his head emphatically. "I'm not who you think I am. Not at all. My name isn't Lynette Yarrow. Not legally. You know me by another name, two in fact."

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