Page 11 of Make Me A Sinner
I’m exhausted, but I don't feel like sleeping. It feels weird to go to sleep right now. So, to pass the time, I clean up the place a bit and change the sheets. Our footprints are still visible on the sheets, a few drops of blood where Set stood, and some milky stains as well. I don't even want to think about where the blood came from. But I know where the other things came from, and I doubt anyone would like to sleep in Set's cum.
I restore the room to its initial state, and sink into the rocking chair by the window. My arms still hurt, so I start massagingthem down to my wrist. The pressure eases some of the pain, and I finally manage to relax a little. But my breasts also hurt like hell. I don't know if it's from being tied to that pillar or because of Set, but I try to do the same thing by gently massaging them. It seems to help. The pain subsides, and my head tips back against the chair, my eyes closing with relief.
Much better now.
But as my eyes half-open, I notice the door’s wide open, light filing the room and Set's standing right in front of me, staring at me with confusion.
He pauses, like he's trying to figure out what the hell he just walked in on. That's the second time today I’ve managed to shock him, even if this time it’s by accident.
"Should I let you finish?" He asks, trying to seem casual—though I know he’s anything but.
"No, it’s not what it looks like." I want to explain what I was doing, but the truth is, I'm not even sure myself.
"I'm sure it isn't," he says, turning his back to leave. "Kitchen. Now." I hear him roar down the hallway as his voice fades into the distance.
At least he looks more normal now, and I can distinctly see that he showered and changed his clothes.
My heart pounds as I head into the kitchen. I never know what to expect from this man. And my fears are justified, because, once again, he manages to surprise me.
He’s standing by the full-size window, staring at the garden, a cup of coffee in his hand, and those damn ripped muscles peeking through the white shirt he’s wearing.
I stick to my point—my life would have been much easier if he was ugly.
He knows I'm here because, without even turning, he orders me to eat. I don't have to scan the kitchen for long to see what he's referring to. A plate with a generous turkey sandwich, acroissant, and a glass of orange juice waits for me on the kitchen island.
I'm sure he didn't bake the croissants. He must’ve ordered. I didn’t know they delivered so far out of town, but then again, this is Set we’re talking about.
I want to ask him about yesterday—the blood more specifically—but I don't think he's in a chatty mood today, so I'm going to do my best to avoid that, at least for a while.
I take a bite out of the sandwich because, honestly, I’m starving. I think I’d been starving myself for a while, but food hasn’t felt so important.
Just as I’m about to take a second bite, Mr. Cat rubs at my feet. I forgot to feed him last night. Well, not exactly forgot, more like I wastied up.
I head to his dish, wanting to take a can from the counter to feed him. But there’s already some leftover cat food in the bowl. And I know it’s not from the last time I fed him.
I glance at Set, confused.
Did he actually feed the cat?
Does he even like cats?
He hasn't moved from the window, and I’m sure he’s not in a chatty mood. To be honest, this would be a perfect time to charge at him with a knife, and try to break free again. But I know too well it wouldn't work. Plus, I can't bring myself to try to kill someone who fed my cat—or who fucked me senseless, but I try to ignore that last part for my sanity.
I finish the rest of my sandwich. I can't eat the croissants, too. It’s too much, especially after going so long without a real meal. But I do finish the orange juice, and the moment I put the glass down on the counter, Set turns to face me."We’re leaving."Short and to the point, as always. No asking how I feel about going back with him.
Well, he did track me to the end of the world, I figured I'd be heading back to Vegas with him sooner or later.
I know I can't say no to him, but since he's so keen on short sentences and does his best to ignore me completely, I decide to carry some extra baggage this time. I lean down and scoop up Mr. Cat, who’s still rubbing against my feet, probably hoping for a piece of the sandwich.
Tough luck, fatty. I already ate that.
Noticing I’m pushing my luck, Set walks up beside me, giving me a look like I've lost my mind. I don't say,Please let me keep him.I just meet his gaze, drained of all energy, praying he’ll let me have this one thing. Plus, I’m only daring to take Mr. Cat along because Set fed him. So, he must like animals, even though he doesn’t own any. Well, now he does because, for once, I can sense he has a weakness. One I fully intend to exploit.
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The last day’s mostly a blur. I thought I had the power to control myself. But when I saw her running last night, the predator inside got a taste of the chase, and I couldn't stop myself. That's why I locked her in the room. Not to prevent her from getting out, but to keep myself from going in.
