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Highly doubtful, but it’s fun watching him try.
We pass all the doors that I recognize, which I expected him to stop at one of them, but he keeps walking straight through.
Regrettably, he pushes into the area that holds all the solitary confinement rooms, and now I’m beginning to second-guess my situation. If he puts me into one of these rooms and leaves me here, it will put a hamper on my current plan to escape.
I can’t show him any fear…
But I can show him anger and condescension.
”Where the fuck are you taking me, dickhead? Are you even allowed back here?”
Ignoring my last jab, he replies to my first question. ”Somewhere we can have a little privacy and not be disturbed for a bit,” he growls out, looking straight ahead. “I told you…I missed playing with you.”
”Well,” I grunt as he continues to pull me along, still stumbling next to him. “…as long as I’m back before lights out. I have a hot date with Jackson tonight.” I laugh.
“Let’s see if you keep that sense of humor by the time I’m done with you.”
Scanning his card again, he kicks open a door at the end of the hallway and shoves me through the door, landing on the ground, scraping the palms of my hands and probably bruising my knees. I hear the door slam shut as the lights flicker to life.
My hair is coming out of the loose ponytail from the way he pulled me around. I flip my head, then brush the loose tendrils out of my face as I glance around over my shoulder. I see I’m in a stark white room that is a little colder than the main rooms.
There are a few sets of manacle cuffs at the top and bottom of one wall. There is a long metal table with several different items laid out on the top, but from my position on the floor, I can’t get a good enough look to see exactly what they are. But I’m pretty sure they are all types of torture devices, knowing this asshole.
Looking over my shoulder, I glare at him as he removes his white overcoat and hangs it on a hook by the door. I push myself up from the floor. As I stand up straight, I turn to look him in the eye. I will not show any weakness to this cocksucker.
“Strip,” he orders, as he carefully takes a step closer.
“Fuck you,” I respond in a growl. If he really wants to do this, he’s going to have to really commit.
”Strip or I will do it for you,” he says, a devious smirk lifting the sides of his lips. “And you will be walking back to the unit completely naked after I’m done with you because I will rip every piece of clothing from your body.”
He takes a menacing step toward me. Tilting my head to the side, I hold my position because I refuse to let this little bitch boy think he scares me. After all, he doesn’t. I’m just biding my time right now.
If he wants to play…we can play.
He continues his movements and begins circling me. Turning my head to the side, I watch him as he leisurely walks behind me.
“So we’re doing this the hard way, huh?” he asks with a bit of humor in his tone, and I shrug.
“Depends on how you look at it, I guess.”
Kicking my knees out from behind, I fall to the ground hard. I stop the fall with my hands once again. They are alreadyscratched up from the earlier fall, but before my face hits the ground, I catch myself with a sudden jolt. “Fucking pussy,” I say, trying to push myself back up.
Before I can even plant my foot on the ground, he shoves his shoe into my back pushing me down flat, knocking the breath out of me for a second. My hands and knees sting even more, but my anger is starting to build, and it’s distracting me from feeling any of the pain. I’m wondering exactly what he has planned.
The more he pushes me right now, the more gruesome I will make his death when I'm out of here.
Moving over me, he kneels down, one leg on either side of mine sitting on the backs of my thighs effectively holding me in place. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and presses my face into the dirty cement ground, making me hiss as my cheek is scraped roughly into the floor.
”I’m going to…fucking kill you,” I grit out on a harsh breath as best I can.
He leans over me, speaking directly into my ear. “You can’t do shit to me bitch. I’m your master now.”
He licks the side of my face, making me groan at how disgusting his wet tongue feels on my skin. I just want to vomit. His breath smells of cigarettes, old coffee, and rotting soul.
“Ughhh…” I groan loudly. “Can you not? At least brush your fucking teeth first.”
I feel his hand around the back of my neck tighten, making me squeeze my eyes closed from the strain. I try not to laugh thinking of all the ways I’m going to fucking kill him for this. From the stinging in my cheek, I know I’m going to have cement burn on my face from the way he’s gripping my neck and pushing my face against the floor.
