Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
~Travis~
I walk into the security room the next morning at about 7 am, where we have guards monitoring every room inside the facility. We have a team on these camera feeds around the clock, always watching for either suspicious activities or keeping an eye on the captives. Since she spent the entire day yesterday in solitary confinement, I’m curious as to how her evening went. Shutting the door behind me, I ask, “How did room seven do last night?”
“She did fine, cried herself to sleep. Nothing unusual. It was a boring night,” he says with a yawn, and then takes a sip of his coffee.
“Boring is good,” I say, taking a seat in an overstuffed leather chair, scanning the multiple screens hanging on the wall.
The door opens behind me, and I turn my head to see Nick walking in. I nod my head in acknowledgment. “Hey, Trav,” he greets, sitting down beside me, “I guess this will be day number four for her. Blyss should be sinking its claws into her mind and body by now. “
“You would think,” I reply and nod my head. “Damn, that is one strong-willed chick. I can’t believe we had to damn near double her dosage.”
“You know, if she would just cave, she could be rewarded with so many things her heart desires, including certain freedoms,” Nick says, taking a sip of coffee and then shakes his head, displaying minor frustration.
“I decided to keep her in solitude all day yesterday. Let her think about things in a new light, you know?” I pause, glancing over the monitors. “It drives most of these women nuts to be alone, and usually they’re more than ready to comply by the next day.”
“Yeah, well, judging from her behavior yesterday, and watching her from the monitors when I had a chance, she almost seemed relieved to be alone,” he points out.
My elbow leans on the arm of the chair as my fingers play with my lower lip in thought. “Yes…yes, she did. She seemed to be pretty self-entertaining.” Every time I had a moment, I stopped in here to keep tabs myself. She was always reading a book from the collection Nick had placed in there specifically for her. Since Nick apparently did his homework, I suppose he knew her likes and dislikes and decided to mollycoddle her. I shake my head at the thought. Damn Nick, I can’t afford for him to intervene and screw up her training again.
“I had Jared go in her room yesterday morning before she awoke to inject her with another high dose of Blyss. Her dinner was drugged with a sedative, so when she passed out, Jared was able to go back in again, giving her a second dose. Need to keep her blood levels up.”
I turn to the guard and ask, “Did Jared get in there early this morning to give her a morning dose?”
“Yeah, saw him slip in around five-thirty this morning. Girl didn’t even budge.”
I didn’t want to go into her room yesterday at all, not after the way she glared hot daggers at me. If looks could kill, she would’ve had me ten feet under with that piercing stare. I needed her to cool off from her anger for a day or so. How could I even begin to tell her what I did in the clinic wasn’t an act? Hell, if Nick knew… I don’t let myself think about it. None of that shit was planned out; my own body took over, running on autopilot, desiring her just as much as she wanted me, if not more.
Nick breaks into my thoughts. “I know it’s normal in the beginning for these women to break down and fall apart, but you’ve got to put the pieces back together, Travis. I know with my temper that I’ll mess it up…and she’s too precious to destroy.”
I sigh out loud. “Well, since she hates me, it should make my job a little more interesting.” I look to the screen that has Room Seven written above it and see Julianna has already started her day. She’s already dressed, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a novel. Damn, she looks so beautiful. Her long, blonde hair is drying naturally from her morning shower, and I can’t wait to smell her fresh scent and pull her soft body into mine. Oh hell, I’m in trouble.
“What time did she get up this morning?” Nick asks the guard.
The guard types into the computer in front of him, the keyboard clacking while he looks up the information. “Looks like she got up at 6 am.”
“Did she eat?” Nick questions.
“I watched her eat everything on her plate.”
Everything gets logged into the computer, every minute of every day, even what times they use the bathroom. There is zero privacy. We have to monitor and control every second of their lives.