Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“What if,” he said gently, stroking my hair, seemingly deep in thought. “We make sure nobody ever touches Amber. Would you like that, little one?”
I nodded eagerly, moving closer to him. If I needed to show him physical affection to prove to him that I was serious about Amber coming out safe, I was willing to do that. I would have done anything to ensure my friend getting out okay.
“See, we’re already getting there,” Ellis said kindly, massaging the back of my neck. “Open your mouth.”
I hesitated for a split second and he hit me across the face, hard. The slap reverberated in the room and my head spun as I attempted to steady myself. I touched my burning cheek and stared at him, unable to believe he’d really done that.
Finally, I opened my mouth. He grinned at me like I was an obedient fucking lapdog he’d just taught a new trick.
“Good girl,” he muttered, touching his fingertips to my trembling bottom lip. “Now, stick your tongue out.”
I did as he ordered, feeling out of sorts. What was he doing? Surely he wasn’t forgetting about Amber.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I haven’t forgotten about your little friend.”
A drop of saliva ran down my tongue and dripped on the floor. He chuckled at me, apparently amused by what he was making my body do, and his thumb touched my tongue, holding it between his fingers and making me open my mouth wider.
“How about this,” he went on. “How about we cut Amber’s cute little tongue out?”
I blanched, but I couldn’t shake my head. His grip on my tongue was vice-like. I shivered inwardly at his cruelty. He was a sociopath, and I was finally starting to see it. Forget the connection we’d had when he’d fucked me. It was long gone, the butterflies replaced by fear, the lust overshadowed by the anger I felt toward him.
“She could be a maid,” he went on in a sing-song voice, reminding me just how crazy he was. “We could turn her into one of those mute maids, couldn’t we, little one? She’d be safe then. No one would want to touch her.”
He laughed as if he’d just told me the joke of a lifetime, and I bristled. If I thought I hated him before, I was only now starting to realize just how deep my hatred ran. He was obsessed with making me submit to him. Using and abusing his powers to make me fall.
“Please don’t,” I tried to whisper, and he finally let go of my tongue, making me cough as he slapped my face, somewhere between pain and pleasure.
“I can’t hear you, slut,” he told me darkly. “You’re going to speak clearly.”
I looked into his eyes, and in that moment recognized him for the monster he was. I’d mistaken my own feelings. I could never feel anything positive for the bastard in front of me. I wanted to snarl, spit in his face. I wanted to fucking run. But I knew there was really only one thing I could do. Swallow the insults and pretend to be good, and meanwhile plan mine and Amber’s escape for as soon as possible. Judging by my interaction with the guard, I was confident I’d be able to find someone sympathetic to my plight.
“Please don’t,” I repeated, clearer this time around.
He grinned at me, touching his fingers to my face as he asked, “Will you be a good girl for me?”
“Of course,” I muttered, swallowing the lump in my throat once and for all. “I’ll be good, anything you want.”
“Good,” he replied with a devilish smile. “Let’s see what my little whore has learned since yesterday.”
19
Harlow
Ellis hadn’t touched me in days.
Oh, he’d slapped me around and humiliated me any chance he got. But when it came down to touching me, fucking me, kissing me… He held himself back with restraint I didn’t know he had in him. To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly – I was shocked by the sudden change in his attitude.
Despite his threats, he’d been nice to Amber as well. As far as I knew, she hadn’t found out the truth yet, and nobody had given her a hard time. We saw each other every day when one of the guards walked me over from our wing of the house to hers. Amber was still ecstatic about being there, and she described our surroundings with a vigor that surprised me. The guard was ever present during our talks, to prevent me from asking anything I wasn’t supposed to know. I’d tried to get our location out of Amber once, but the second she started to talk about it, the guard ushered me out.
It filled me with anger. These people were intent on keeping me in the dark, hiding the truth from me. Still, my plan of escaping wasn’t wavering. I knew I was going to get away from there, I had it all planned out already. And then, almost a week since I’d felt the inexplicable connection to Ellis, I decided to put things into motion.