Page 18 of Bound in Sacrifice

“I’m sorry, what?”

“He’s provided me with a specific set of instructions detailing how he would like you prepared.”

She says this as she walks to the bathtub and twists the faucets, letting the water flow into the large, clawfoot tub situated beneath it.

“Prepared? What is he going to do, eat me?”

“Only if you’re a good girl,” she says, flashing me a sly smile.

My eyes go wide as I finally realize what my fate is going to be. He’s letting me stay in this extravagant room in exchange for myself. All of me, even the pieces that I am not willing to give.

“When you said you know my situation, what is it that you know?”

“That you’ve agreed to be Master B’s new submissive.”

She looks at me like I’m crazy. Like I should know what she’s talking about. My knees go weak and I feel as though I am going to fall over.

“No! I never said…”

I think back to our discussion last night.

“If you do this, there’s no taking it back. You will be mine...forever.”

“I know.”

Oh my God, I never thought that this is what he meant when he uttered those words.

“That’s not what I meant! I’ll gladly go back to the dungeon to wither away and die, than have that horrid beast touch me!”

“No, it’s not like--”

I don’t hear the rest of what Paige says as I run out of the bathroom and tear open the door into the hallway. The left is a dead-end so I quickly turn around and run off to the right. I can hear Paige behind me, shouting for me to come back. I push myself harder, to run faster. There is another corridor at the end of this one, where I can either go left or right. I’m trying to remember which way we came from, so I can find my way back outside and attempt to get out of here.

I turn my head to see if Paige is gaining on me. I’m relieved to see she’s still too far back to catch me, but the feeling vanishes when I look ahead again and see the mammoth form of The Beast blocking me from reaching the next corridor. I slow as quickly as possible and look back and forth between him and Paige.

Fuck!

He storms forward with a menacing look on his face, rooting me to my spot in fear. When he reaches me, I brace myself for… I don't know what for. Will he hit me? Scream at me? Fuck me?

I shake with terror as his hand closes around my throat. He forces me backward into the wall behind me, just like he did in La Tour the other night.

And just like the other night, an unwelcome ache begins to grow deep inside of me.

“What thefuckdo you think you’re doing?”

“Master B, I’m sorry, I--” Paige catches up with us and tries to explain what happened.

The Beast never takes his eyes off of me. Instead, he holds his hand up, quieting her and points to the floor. In an instant, she is kneeling with her legs spread wide, her hands behind her back, her eyes on the ground.

“She--” I begin to defend Paige, but I’m trembling too much to get the words out.

“She what, little lamb?” he asks with intensity burning in his eyes.

“She didn’t do anything wrong,” I manage to get out. It’s difficult to talk with his large hand around my throat. “She doesn’t deserve to get into trouble.”

“She’s not my problem, you are.”

He pulls me away from the wall and guides me down the corridor, still with a strong hold on the back of my neck.

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