Page 171 of Hayden's Stalker

I do as instructed, and he ties one of my legs to the sofa leg near me and the other to the one at the other end. It’s strange because it means if I spread my legs, the rope on my right leg becomes loose. I don’t think there’s any way to use this to my advantage, however, especially not with Daniel pointing a gun at me every five seconds.

The smell of frying bacon wafts to us from a room to our left, and a few minutes later, Sarah appears with three plates of bacon and scrambled eggs on toast. She heads back to the kitchen and comes back again with a jug of juice and three glasses.

“It’s so nice to get to cook for my men,” she says with a smile at us both.

Daniel looks like he dislikes this comment almost as much as I did, but he doesn’t say anything. Sarah sits on the sofa next tome, far too close for my liking, and smiles at me. She’s wearing a tight, low-cut top with plenty of cleavage on display and a short skirt that rides up her thighs when she sits down.

I try not to look, but it’s hard when she turns toward me and leans forward, putting her cleavage right in my face as she says, “I know you’ll need help, baby.” She cuts a strip of bacon, then moves the fork toward my mouth and says, “Open wide.” As I take the bite, she winks at me. “It won’t be long, and you’ll be the one saying that to me.”

The bacon suddenly tastes like cardboard, and I need to vomit. I’m grateful that I don’t need to respond in any way because of the food in my mouth. It continues this way until our breakfast is finished. Sarah alternates between feeding herself and me while Daniel quickly eats his meal.

She looks over as he sets his knife and fork on his plate and smiles at him. “Was it good?”

“Delicious. Thanks, bunny,” he simpers.

She sets my fork on my plate, and as I chew the egg she’s just fed me, she turns to him and wraps her arms around his neck.

“I love you, sugar. You’re the best.”

She kisses him, and I cough to cover a gag because I can feel her wet, slimy tongue in my mouth from last night when she does. I look over at the clock on the wall in the room and see that it’s not even nine yet. It feels like this meal has taken a lifetime to eat.

They’re both panting for breath when their kiss ends, and she turns back to me before she presses her lips to mine to give me one of those soft kisses that I hate as much as her other kisses. “I hope you’re not jealous, baby. I can love you both, you know.”

“Good to hear,” I say stiffly as I stare at my plate of half-eaten food with zero desire to eat anything more.

Sarah sighs loudly and says, “You know, it hurts me when you say things like that. I’m giving you time because I know you need it, but it’s hard for me when you don’t return my affection.”

I don’t say anything until she leans forward to pick up my fork, and I shake my head at her. “I’m finished.”

“You’ve only eaten half of it,” she says with a frown.

“I’m not hungry.” I shrug at her.

“I see. Well, finish your orange juice, and Daniel can take the dishes to the kitchen to wash them while we pick a movie to watch.”

She picks up the glass, and I quickly swallow the liquid, grateful to wash away the feeling of her lips against mine. Daniel takes the dishes away, and I’m left alone with Sarah.

She watches him go, then turns to me and says quietly, “You know you’re the love of my life. Everything that I’m doing, I’m doing for you. I’ve told you before that I’ll do anything for us to be together, and that’s as true today as it was the first time I wrote it to you.”

“Does everything you’re doing include Daniel? What happens to him once we’re together? Where does he fit in this picture?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

She gives a tinkling laugh that sickens me as she stands from the sofa. “So many questions. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll be together forever, and Daniel won’t be a problem.”

A chill runs through me, and I shudder as she walks off to the side of the room. I can’t tell if she means that she’s planning to kill him or if she’s planning to do something else to him. Maybe frame him for my kidnapping because, apparently, I’ll be so in love with her by then that I’ll go along with it. Either way, this fantasy she has of our future together terrifies me.

She retrieves a laptop and opens it up as she sits down next to me again, setting it on the now-clear table in front of us.

“I know action movies are your favorite movies. Do you want to pick?” she asks as she opens Netflix.

I shake my head. “No. I’ll watch whatever.”

“You’ll ‘watch whatever,’ huh?” she asks in a sultry tone as he pulls her top down a little further, exposing more of her breasts as she smirks at me. “Maybe you’d like to watch me, then.”

“Just a movie for now,” I tell her casually, fighting my body’s flight reaction at her suggestion and my intense need to run the fuck away from this situation despite the fact that I physically can’t.

“Fine,” she says with a pout as she turns back to the laptop.

Daniel’s still in the kitchen, and the sound of clinking plates and pans tells me he hasn’t finished the chore she gave him, so he won’t be here to be a buffer anywhere soon enough for my liking.

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