Page 30 of Imprisoned

Take her.

Make her yours.

Soon, voices. Soon.

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. Such a telling gesture. “You’re right. Dreams can be... illuminating. Tell me about yours, Axel.”

Show her.

Tell her everything.

“It starts with you wearing that exact outfit.” I drag my gaze down her body, savoring how she squirms. “But your hair’s down, falling over your shoulders. Like now, you’re sitting right there pretending to be so proper.”

Her pen hovers over the notepad. “And then?”

“Then I will show you what happens when you try to analyze a monster.” The chains clink as I shift forward. “I stand up, and you don’t run. You want to—your heart’s racing, pupils dilatedlike they are right now—but you stay put. Because deep down, you’re aching to see what I’ll do.”

She swallows hard. “Keep your dialogue appropriate, please, Axel…”

“Appropriate?” I can’t help but laugh. “Nothing about what I want to do to you is appropriate.” I lean back, stretching out my arms as much as the chains allow, and grin at her. “In this dream, I walk around the table, nice and slow. You’re frozen in place, watching me. Waiting.”

Her mouth opens slightly, and she presses her lips together to stop herself from speaking. Good.

“Then I stand right behind you, close enough that you can feel my breath on your neck. I whisper, asking you if you’ve ever been with a real man. A man who knows how to make a woman beg.”

Willow shifts, her cheeks flushed, but she doesn’t stop me.

“You don’t answer, so I take that as a no. I tell you not to worry that I’m going to educate you. And then...” I pause. “Then I pull your hair, just hard enough to make you gasp. I want to see your pretty throat exposed.”

Her breath quickens. She’s imagining it, picturing herself in that moment.

“I trail my lips down your neck, tasting your skin, and then... I bite you. It’s not hard enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark—a signature that lingers on your flesh.”

A myriad of expressions play across her face: shock, the faintest flash of apprehension, and the desire lurking beneath. “You struggle against my hold, but my grasp on your hair only strengthens. I murmur that escape isn’t an option. That you exist now for my satisfaction alone.”

The pen falls from her hand, clattering to the floor, but she doesn’t move to pick it up.

“And then, doctor…” I lower my voice conspiratorially. “I do things to you that make you scream. I make you come apart at the seams. Over and over. Until you’re nothing but a quivering fucking disaster, begging me for more.”

Her stunning blue eyes are wide and fixed on me. She’s seeing and feeling everything in her mind.

“I make you mine, body and soul. And when I finally let you go, you’re changed forever. Marked by me.”

I sit back, satisfied. Willow is speechless, her chest heaving.

I smile, baring my teeth. “So, doctor, you want to hear the rest?”

She’s trying to regain control, maintaining that clinical mask she wears so well. But I see the rapid pulse in her throat and the flush creeping up her neck.

“This fixation on authority figures, Axel...” She clears her throat. “It’s a common pattern among inmates. You’re trying to assert dominance to avoid addressing your need for treatment.”

I almost laugh at her attempt to psychoanalyze me. She is such a good little doctor, desperately clinging to her training.

“You’re deflecting,” she continues, gaining confidence. “The dream represents your urge to?—”

“If you don’t want to hear the rest...” I rise from my chair in one fluid motion, the loose chains falling away. “I’ll show you instead.”

Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open as she realizes I’m free. The color drains from her face. Her hand shoots toward the panic button on her desk, but she doesn’t press it.

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