Page 13 of Depraved Lust
As if hearing my thoughts, Anthony opens the door.
My breath stills in my lungs as the loud click echoes off the walls.
I make a promise to myself. I’ll do whatever I have to do to get the fuck out of this room. I need to see if I can trust his word at least.
Just as I make that promise to myself, I see what he’s pulling behind him. It’s a large bench with leather shackles. Fuck! Tears prick my eyes.
I bury my head in my knees and just fucking cry. He’s going to chain me to the bench. He’s going to fuck me.
A wretched sob heaves through my chest.
I shake my head, and that’s when I hear his footsteps. But I don’t back away. I have no options. What choice do I have?
8
Anthony
I turn around as soon as I hear her crying. Fuck. I wanted to shock her, but I didn’t think she’d cry.
She had so much fight in her when I left her. I don’t know what happened while I was gone. I know that being alone for hours can be torturous when you have nothing. No noise but the sounds you make, nothing to touch but yourself and the walls and floor.
But I didn’t think it would affect her like this.
“Kitten,” I begin as I crouch down next to her, although I keep my distance. She could be playing me for a fool. Waiting for me to comfort her so she can strike. I’m certain I picked up the large chunks of the plate. There were only three or four of them. But maybe she found a smaller piece and she’s planning to stab the shit out of me with it. She doesn’t trust me, and I sure as fuck don’t trust her.
I didn’t watch her in the monitor. I was driving myself crazy watching her do nothing. More than anything seeing her like that pissed me off, because all I wanted to do was to go to her. But she’s being punished.
This is a part of her punishment.
“Yes, Anthony,” she answers in a strangled voice. She raises her head with tears staining her reddened cheeks. I’m surprised she answered. She wipes the tears from her face, and I see she doesn’t have anything in her hands. She’s not armed, and she’s not trying to fight me. She’s just genuinely upset.
“Why are you crying?” I ask her.
“Because I give up. I’ll let you do whatever you want. I just want this to end.” My heart stops in my chest. That’s not at all what I expected, and so far, she’s done everything I thought she would.
I haven’t broken her yet. But maybe I've taken away her hope of getting out of here unless she obeys.
“And that makes you sad?” I ask to clarify. “You’re upset that you’re giving me control?” Truthfully though, she never had any control. Maybe over her own actions, but not at all over the situation. She’s a strong woman. I guess that very realization could be troubling her.
She takes in a small gasp and shakes her head. “Of course I’m upset about that. Normal people don’t do this.”
Although I appreciate her honesty, that fucking attitude is going to be the first thing I correct.
“Watch your mouth, kitten.” She looks up at me with nothing in her eyes.
“Yes, Anthony. I’m sorry, sir.” She says the words without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. And it’s disappointing. I’m surprised by my reaction to it.
“Could I know the terms, please? Before you chain me?” she asks in a flat voice. It’s unsettling how much I don’t like it.
“No.” I watch her as I answer sternly. She merely nods her head slowly, as if she figured I wouldn’t tell her anything.
“Okay.” Her voice is small, and she’s finished crying. She sniffles once and nods her head again. “I’m ready.”
I was foolish to think that this behaviour didn't indicate her inner strength. She’s resigning herself to a fate she doesn’t want so that she can move forward. That in and of itself is strong. I feel my tense muscles relax now that I understand.
I grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger and make her look me in the eyes.
“You won’t regret this, Catherine. I promise you.” As I say the words with confidence, I remember Vince and the Cassanos, and I fucking hate myself for thinking of them right now. I won’t let them take her. And I won’t let her regret this either.
