Page 50 of Scarred Sacrifice
I go to move my arm, but the metal cuff forces me to stop. The metal clangs against the pipes. “There was only three of us. It was more than a sting to us. It was personal. They won’t be throwing Morrigan under the bus,” I assure her.
Bernie crosses her arms over her chest, her eye assessing me. “Hmmm. Well, we will see. I do think it will be a shame to have to kill the only man Morrigan has ever tolerated,” she adds.
“She tolerates me?” I ask, a chuckle escaping me. “Because I’m pretty sure she hates me,” I add.
Bernie smirks. “Morrigan is fiery, and she doesn’t respond well to water.”
“Water?” I ask, even more confused.
Her grin deepens. “Yes, men that are weak, or wet behind the ears. A man like that is no challenge for her. You, on the other hand, even cuffed to the pipes in her bedroom, challenge her.”
I shake my head. “Look, I can’t deny she’s attractive, but the woman drives me fucking insane.”
She chuckles. “Oh, boy. Listen, I’m going to give you some advice. This club was made to help, to save women and children. We do what we can, however we can. The things we’ve seen, the things Morrigan has witnessed at the hands of a man, is extreme. She has built that barrier around herself so she doesn’t repeat what happened to her mother.” She sighs sadly, as if reliving the memory of it.
“What happened to her mom?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I will leave that for Morrigan to tell you.”
“So, the advice you’re giving me is…?” I smirk.
“Persistence is key. She will break eventually, I’m sure of it.” She nods before she stands.
“So, be persistent, convince her I won’t report her, and she will let me go?” I ask.
She places her hands on her hips and looks to the ceiling. “Give me strength,” she sighs. “For someone in the CIA, you’re not too bright.” She tuts, shaking her head as she walks towards the door.
“Wait! I thought you were supposed to watch me. I need the bathroom,” I yell after her.
“Morrigan will see to it when she gets back,” she yells over her shoulder before she shuts the door behind her.
I sigh and flop back in the seat.
Eventually,Morrigan came back in. She looked at me with those hard shutters down. She walks towards the table and goesto pick up the glass off of the table. She’s just about to take a sip when I stop her.
“Stop!” She pauses. “That’s not apple juice.” I wince.
She scrunches up her nose in disgust and places it back down. “Fuck! That is disgusting,” she complains, grabbing a napkin and wiping her hands.
“What? You left me cuffed. I’ve been here all night and all morning. I had to go,” I protest.
“You could have asked Bernie,” she points out.
“I did, but she just said to wait for you,” I argue.
She rolls her eyes before she walks to the draw on her bedside table and pulls out a key. She walks back towards me, leaning over, her body close, the smell of her invading my senses. She peers down at me through her lashes as she unlocks the cuff. She stands still, keeping hold of the empty cuff, her eyes on me the entire time as my hand gazes the bare skin of her stomach. I’m enraptured by her.
She gives me a playful grin as a clicking sound breaks the moment. I look down and see that she’s cuffed her wrist in the empty cuff.
“We decided in the meeting that you are not to be trusted, and even though we haven’t come to a final decision on what to do with you yet, this seemed like the best option until we do,” she states.
I slowly and painfully push to my feet, standing in front of her. She makes no attempt to step back as our bodies press close together while I look down on her. “So what? I’m to remain cuffed to you for how long?” I ask.
Her grin deepens, enjoying my misery. “Who knows, but we did decide leaving you cuffed to the pipe was cruel. You pissing in the glass is a reason to back it up.” She grins happily.
“What if I need the bathroom?” I ask.
“I will turn my back to give you privacy.” She nods.
