Page 22 of Deviant

“I’d rather have nothing than be like you.” I gasp.

His hand loosens. I splutter as I try to catch my breath, heaving over into the dirt. And then I realise he’s stood right over me.

“You think you’re so good, so noble, so fucking self-righteous.” he states. “I’m going to break you down piece by piece.” He bends down, picking up a clump of my discarded hair and he tosses it at my face. “Don’t you get it, Liliana? You’re no longer a person, you no longer have an identity, you don’t have any rights, you don’t get to control how this goes. You’re a toy, a pet. You’ll stay here as long as I decide, you’ll entertain me in whatever fucked up waysI wish, and you’ll thank me for it, you’ll thank me for every bit of attention.”

I shake my head, snarling back at him. Like hell I’ll ever do that.

He squats down, with that smirk right across his face. “Wanna make a bet on how long it will take before you’re begging to suck my cock?”

I shouldn’t do it. I shouldn’t react. That’s what he wants and yet I refuse to take this lying down. I throw myself at him, landing one good punch before I’m slammed to the floor, and his boot meets my ribs with a sickening crunch.

I cry out, gasping for air as it feels like my lungs have suddenly collapsed and I can’t get enough oxygen in.

“Let’s start with the basics,” he says. “From now on, whenever I come down here, I expect you to be ready for me. I want you on your knees, back arched over, thighs spread wide open, ready to receive me, do you understand?”

I gulp as that mental image plays in my mind. Like fuck I will ever do that.

He tilts his head like he’s expecting me to agree, only I don’t think I have enough fight in me right now to argue. Instead, I drop my gaze and he must take that as some form of submission.

“If you behave yourself, you’ll find I can be kind.” he adds.

“And if I don’t?” I know I shouldn’t ask, I know I should just keep quiet but I can’t.

His eyes glint like he gets off on my disobedience in some way. “Then you’ll be punished severely.”

It takes everything I have to walk out and not simply fuck her again, just because I can.

Only, I shouldn’t have done it the first time. I didn’t mean to do it. I told myself to hold off, to wait a little, but her defiance was too much. Too tempting. Too damned delicious to ignore.

She thinks she’s better than me? She thinks she still has a chance to fight this? Like she’s not tied up, naked, in my cellar.

My dick stirs. Considering I’ve only just emptied my balls it’s curious that I’m this turned on already. But then Miss Goodey Two-Shoes is more than just a fuck. She’s a game. A new toy that I get to break over andover.

As I blink, I can see her, lying there, with those silent tears streaking her cheeks but her pride too great to make any pitiful sounds.

I’m pleased she didn’t ask for mercy.

I’m pleased that she didn’t try to bargain either. That even though she’s defeated, she refuses to give up.

I wonder how long that will last, how far can I truly take this? I want to break her, I want to see the very moment she cracks and watch as she crawls to me, as she begs me to use her.

But that’s gonna take time. At least, I sincerely hope it does. The last time I tried to play this game, the girl gave in within twenty-four hours, but then the circumstances were entirely different. She wasn’t a true adversary, she was merely an unfortunate, caught up in something. She was a prototype. A trial run, if you like.

It’s been years since I’ve truly faced off against a woman. Since I’ve truly had a challenge. I’m going to revel in every moment we spend together before she becomes too damaged and boring to keep.

“Having fun already?” Conrad asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I glare up at where he’s stood at the top of the staircase waiting for me.

“What is it?” I reply. Obviously, there is something or he wouldn’t be lurking. He’d be off, having fun.

“New meat,” he says.

“Excuse me?” They weren’t due for another week.

He gives me a knowing look before stating that the car is ready and waiting, as are apparently, our new merchandise.

“Tell Gabe to feed my pet.” I order as I head to my room to clean up. I won’t have the bitch starving to death before I’ve had my fill.

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