Page 21 of Innocence
“I hate you.”
She had no idea how true that statement would become. She should hate me. And what was more, I wanted her to. What fun was a toy that broke immediately?
“Yet you don’t seem to have a problem being draped around me.” I lifted her up, throwing her weak arms around my neck, and kissed her cheek. “I think you like my come on your skin.”
Her entire body shivered. There was no doubt in my mind that she would run into the bathroom and clean herself up, if she could move. I could clean her up, but why would I do that? The only come that would come off of her skin would be the drops my shirt absorbed as I carried her to the bed.
“Don’t worry, Pet,” I stated confidently. “Soon enough it’ll be your hands making me come.”
The only reason I said that was to pick at her, and it worked. She even managed to flop one of her arms off my neck.
“I will never touch you.”
My brow arched at her remaining arm draped over me. “You’re touching me right now.”
“I meant willingly, jackass.”
I barked out a laugh.
“I’ll let that one go, Pet.” I laid her down on the bed and swept the hair off her face. “I do enjoy a challenge.”
“It’s not a challenge.”
“Oh, I think it is,” I said, pulling the syringe I had ready out of the bedside table.
Kya eyes widened. “What’s that?”
“Something to help you sleep.”
“But I don’t want to sleep.”
“When are you going to learn, Pet,” I stuck the needle in her arm, plunging the contents into her veins. “What you want doesn’t matter.”
She gave me one last glare before her eyes dropped shut. “You’re wrong,” I watched her mouth widen in a yawn, pouty pink lips stretching wide like they would around my cock, “I will never touch you.”
I rose from the bed, taking one last look at the sleeping beauty, before activating the security features and slipping out of the room. A smile spread across my face as I heard the heavy click of iron walls dropping over the windows.
“We’ll see how long you stick to that, Pet.”
Darkness.
It was all around me, blanketing my surroundings in a heavy curtain of black. At first I thought I was still asleep. Trapped in a deep, nightmarish void, somewhere in my subconscious.
Then I felt my heartbeat. The heavy pulse, loudly thumping panic through my veins, that told me I was awake. I just couldn’t see. Instinctually, my fingers reached up, searching my face for a blindfold.
There was nothing.
Just the deep, impenetrable darkness.
I held my breath and rolled over, expecting to find the piercing blue eyes of the devil staring at me. Instead, I saw blacked out panes of glass. There was something in front of the windows.
I stared at the slices of light outlining large shield-like panels. It was hauntingly beautiful. Like the glowing aura of an angel. Except this wasn’t heaven. The only thing divine about this room, was my damnation.
Was I even in the same room, or had the devil moved me to a new chamber of torment?
My hand swept over the bed. It felt like the same silky smooth material, other than a few patches of something rough and dry. That didn’t necessarily mean anything. Considering my captor had taken me to an island somewhere without my knowledge, it wouldn’t be too hard to move me to another room.
I wished I knew more. Any information would be helpful. Where I was. What did fate have in store, and most importantly, who was the man that abducted me?
