Page 65 of The General's Captive
After this he whispered against my cheek, his lips against my skin.
“Good girl,”he praised, igniting a shiver from me, one I knew he felt for himself because I felt his arrogant grin against my cheek. He then transferred both my wrists into one large handbefore pushing off the ground. The action raised me up until I was back to standing, after which he let me go and I went staggering back, putting more space between us.
“I want your word you won’t hurt him,” I said after a moment had passed for me to get my pounding heart to calm.
He huffed. “Then I suggest not keeping me waiting too long…I might get restless,”he warned, making me glare at him, wishing looks had the power to kill after all.
“I need time to get to where you are,” I pointed out.
“But of course, I am not a tyrant,” he commented, making me snort a scoff, as if I didn’t believe it for a second. He raised a single brow as if daring me to say more. Which I wisely didn’t.
“So, am I to know where I am headed?” I asked because I was more than ready for this dream to end. To which he held out an arm and like before the scenery changed now showing me an old stone building that was close enough for me to read,
“Idaho State Penitentiary?”
“Do you know of it?” he asked, making me scoff,
“Well, as someone who has never spent any time in prison no, I can’t say that I do,” I replied sarcastically.
“Says the one who just spent the last two and half years at Jerome County jail,” he countered.
“You know what I mean… hey, how did you know how long… oh, of course, my journal,” I said, making him smirk.
“It has been quite insightful, I must say,” he taunted, and I swear I would need fillings in my teeth before long.
My jaw was even starting to ache with how much this guy made me grit my teeth when around him.
“And I want my journal back,” I added, making him raise a single dark brow.
“Is that so…? I must say, your list of demands is growing.”
“Is that a yes?” I pushed.
“No, it is not,” he stated.
I was ready to argue when he held up a hand to stop me.
“I think you will find I have been more than generous with you. So, I advise not pushing it, Little Bird,” he said, reminding me of what he had called me earlier. Another new nickname… making me wonder if he was collecting them or something. And always with the fucking little! It wasn’t my fault he was a fucking giant!
“Now do we have a deal?” he asked, holding out his hand for me to shake, and I swear it could have been a snake given the cautious way I looked at it.
“I don’t bite Alexandra…” he assured, making me put my hand in his.
As soon as his long fingers enveloped mine, he tugged me toward him, the strong yank causing my body to stumble, forcing me to put a hand to his chest to stop me from faceplanting against him. I looked up at him slowly, my eyes wide and unsure because this was not where I wanted to be. But then his face lowered to mine so he could finish his sentence.
“…Unless provoked.So, I suggest not trying my patience and doing anything foolish, for your clever little tricks will not work with me… understood?” he asked, making me nod because I was too afraid to do anything but agree.
“Good girl, now you have somewhere to be, and I have a prisoner to make comfortable… something that can change, remember that” he threatened.
“I won’t,” I forced out, hating how I was compelled to submit to him.
“No, I suspect you won’t,” he agreed, raising his hand to run the backs of his fingers down my cheek, before he started to disappear, the last of his words spoken directly in my ear. As if whispered from behind me before the dream ended.
And with it, my time was up as he said…
“See you soon, Alexandra.”
After this last dream, I tried not to think of the way it felt to have his body on top of my own. Or how gentle he could actually be despite his threats and whispered warnings. I wanted to hold on to my anger and hatred, letting these be the only reasons to still think of him. But I also knew that I was lying to myself. I didn’t want to be so attracted to him or feel connected this way, it was exhausting the way my mind felt at constant war with myself.
