My stomach quivers.Stop overreacting,I tell myself, but I can’t stop my thoughts:Kenzois lying for once.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asks.
Before I can answer, he lunges forward. Instinct pulses through me, and I run. Kenzo wouldn’t hurt me—I don’t think so, at least—but he’s still part of Endo-kai. Did he finally figure out my uncle and I have been plotting against him? Maybe he knew all along.
I fling myself down the hallway, almost making it to the front door when he pulls on my hair, and I crash to my knees. We’re both grunting, and I fight, but he rips off my nightgown. I’m naked, and the stench of my fear floats between us, rancid with sweat. He laughs.
“So my little slut likes being chased,” he says, mistaking my scent for arousal.
“You son of a?—”
I use my legs to knock his shins. He trips,just barely,but it gives me enough time to get to my feet. But he grabs me again,pulling me down to my hands and knees, then he uses his weight to keep me still. Once my wrists are behind my back, he locks the handcuffs into place. His cock digs into me, right between my ass cheeks, and I scowl.
“Is this a game?” I ask somewhat hopeful, but I know the answer. Thisisn’ta game. This is business. This is about the Endo-kai.
He yanks the short chain between the handcuffs, leading me like a dog, and the metal digs into my wrists. Once we’re in the black room, he forces me down onto the cold metal seat, then binds my chest to the chair. He closes the door behind us.
We’re swallowed in darkness, and the glowing red light is the only thing I can see. I kick my ankles against the chair, the metal banging around us. He didn’t tie my legs down. I can still run.
And how would you open the door?I argue with myself.You can’t exactly use your hands.
But my mind can’t concentrate. My head is pounding. How much does he know? How did he find out? And how can I convince him I’m on his side?
“How many people do you think are watching you right now?” he asks.
I’m naked and bound, and he’s letting the world see me like this?
“You’re live-streaming this? What the hell, Kenzo? This is?—”
A stinging sensation zips through me, making my bones curl inside of each other. If it weren’t for the chair, I’d collapse. The electricity stops, and by the time I can think again, I don’t sense him anywhere. I blink, trying to focus on something, to at leastseewhere he is, but it’s so dark and still. I clear my throat just to hear something.
“You love being watched, don’t you, slut?” he asks. “How many men do you think are jerking off to your torture right now?”
“Torture?” I scoff. “You fucking creep.”
“Do you think they’re fucking their palms as I beat the answers out of you? Do you think they wish they were the ones beating and fucking your cunt right now?”
Is he really letting people watch this, or is he messing with me? And why—oh god,why—does that turn me on?
“Kenzo—”
“Who are you working for?”
“Working for?” I gawk, my jaw hanging open. “Jesus Christ, Kenzo. You can’t just?—”
Electricity zaps through me again, and I can’t breathe. The pain curls through every joint in my body, taking every ounce of control with it. Then it’s gone, and a buzzing device hums between my legs. A damn vibrator. I thrust it off of the chair, and Kenzo scowls.
“Which would you rather choose? The vibrator or the zapper?” he asks.
My stomach drops. I shift my hips back, opening my legs. He presses the vibrator against my clit.
“That’s what I thought,” he says with smug satisfaction. “I’m going to ask again.” His words are slow this time, so I don’t miss anything. “Who are you working for?”
“I don’t work for anyone.”
This time, a different electric heat courses through me—the tip is sharper, more intimate, but the shock is gone as quickly as it came. But the point of contact on my thighburns.That sharp pain hits me again in a different spot, then again, and again, dotting little bites of electricity all over my legs. How many electric torture devices does he have hidden in this room?
“All right,” he says. “Who isJayworking for?”