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I take a careful bite of my eggs to make sure he didn't do something to them. Instead of puking, I salivate.
Paprika, just like how he used to make me eggs when I was little.
He remembers so many things that could make me fall for whoever remembers them, except him, and he still does all these horrible torturing things that help me keep things in perspective.
"Finish your eggs and we can start our day," Kai says as he finishes off his plate and takes it to the sink.
I thought our day started with The Maze. What does he think is going to start the day?
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
ARIA
Kai guides me down the hall I remember the elevator to The Maze is located, but he stops at the door before the elevator, turning to me.
"Take off your clothes," he demands, his eyes judging every inch of my clothed skin.
The message is clear. Whatever is in this room, he never wants me going in there with my clothes on.
I undress and drop my clothes on the floor, finishing with my underwear, his eyes following the falling fabrics every second until nothing covers me—only my skin.
"Good girl." He smirks and opens the door, gesturing for me to walk inside.
It takes me a moment to work up the courage but I take a single step inside, the floor changing from tile to soft, plush carpet.
This isn't a playroom. This is a torture room. Maybe a sadist's sex dungeon at best.
When he mentioned a playroom, I imagined Christian Grey's Red Room of Pain, though the name wasn't entirely fitting. Where that room was full of things for pleasure, this one looks filled for pain.
Yes, I see blindfolds, whips, gags, dildos galore hanging from one wall, the wall opposite that one has every sharp weapon imaginable, from a knife similar to the one he held to my throat all the way to a fucking samurai sword.
This is it. I'm going to fucking die.
"I built this room … for you—only you," Kai whispers in my ear before kissing my neck. "Just like The Maze. Just for you."
Just for me? He built these two torture places for me.
"Are you going to kill me?" I ask. I thought he wouldn't, but this room has me second-guessing myself.
He pauses his lips and I wonder what he's thinking, what psychotic plan he's forming. My terror is in overdrive. The seconds tick by like hours or even days as I await his answer.
"This room is for your pleasure, princess, not your pain. I willneverbring you in here to hurt you," he whispers in my ear as he reaches around my body, holding out a blindfold. "When you fear nothing, nothing can hurt you. You wanted to know why I've done the things I have to you. That's why. The absence of fear opens the mind and the body to pleasure. Open your mind to me, Aria."
He doesn't want me to fear him, rather accept him, but I don't know if I'll ever be capable of that. I'll always be afraid of something. Without fear we lose our humanity.
He ties the blindfold over my eyes and I'm blind to the world. His fingers loop around my wrists and he guides me further into the room. Each step I take nearly has my knees buckling from under me, but I soldier on.
He's not going to kill me. This room is for pleasure, not pain. I'm strong.
Something silk wraps around my wrists, forcing them tight against each other, before pushing my chest down to lean over something soft.
I was too concerned with the weapons to pay attention to much else. Maybe it's a bed or a couch.
"That's my good girl. Present your ass to me," Kai demands as his fingers run along my rump. "Your ass is still healing so I'm not putting anything up there yet, but that hole is going to take a lot of things once you're ready. I can hardly wait." The words come out as a possessive growl before he smacks my ass.
I try to hold back the small moan getting my ass slapped earns, but it comes out anyway.
"Don't move a muscle." His words come out rough as I hear him walk away, leaving me exposed.
