Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Open up, Kelsey. I know you’re hungry.”
She looked back at James, trying to keep the anger she felt from showing on her face as she flicked the offending goo from her leg. He had obviously done this on purpose, the prick. “I don’t like oatmeal.”
James’ lips lifted in a cruel smile and he shrugged. “Good girls get eggs and bacon. Are you a good girl, Kelsey?”
She sensed a trap, but her empty stomach propelled her to say, “Yes, sir.”
James lifted his eyebrows, a skeptical expression on his face. “Good girls do what they’re told, when they’re told. Good girls don’t struggle and resist. Good girls don’t aim guns at people’s heads and pull the trigger.”
Good boys don’t tie women down and beat them till they bleed. Kelsey pressed her lips together and swallowed hard to keep from screaming.
“Are you ready to try and be a good girl, Kelsey?”
She dug her nails into her palms to keep from smashing her fists into his smug face. “Yes, sir.”
James put down the spoon and reached for the fork. He scooped a mound of scrambled eggs onto it and brought the fork to her lips. But when Kelsey opened her mouth, he pulled the fork away, putting the food into his own mouth instead.
“Hey,” she blurted, outraged and confused.
“Is for horses,” James quipped. “Is there a problem, Kelsey?”
“Yes!” she cried, as he stuffed another piece of bacon into his mouth. “You said I could have some of that if I said I was a good girl. I really hate oatmeal. I want some eggs and bacon. And some coffee. Please? Please, sir?”
James shook his head. “You didn’t listen. I didn’t say you could have this food just for saying you’re a good girl. You’re going to have to prove you’re a good girl before you earn the right to eat what you like. I’ll give you ample opportunity to redeem yourself, I promise you.” He lifted the spoon again, heaped with a gelatinous blob of gray mush. “Meanwhile, it’s oatmeal or nothing.”
Tears of fury and frustration burned behind Kelsey’s eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to give him the satisfaction. The congealed mess on the spoon turned her stomach, but Kelsey knew she had to eat. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth.
James tipped the contents of the spoon into her mouth. He hadn’t even bothered to add sugar or cream, and the oatmeal had the consistency of wet cement, but Kelsey forced herself to swallow it. She managed to get down three more spoonfuls before turning her head away.
“You had enough?” James asked.
“Yes, sir,” Kelsey said, though she was still starving. If anything, the bit of food made her feel hungrier than before, and her head ached, probably from lack of caffeine. “May I have some coffee, sir?” she said, trying to keep her tone meek and sweet.
James lifted his mug to his lips and took a long swallow. “No. Only good girls get coffee.” He set the mug on the tray and stood. “Now.” He put his hands on his hips as he stared down at her. “Here’s your first chance to show me what a good girl you’re going to be from now on. It’s time to shave that sweet little cunt of yours. I expect you to cooperate fully during the process. If you please me, you might have something other than oatmeal at lunch time. If not…” he didn’t finish the sentence, but the threat was clear.
Instinctively Kelsey put her hand protectively over her pubic mound. Adam had wanted her to shave, and she had said she would if he would, which had ended that particular conversation. Obviously James wasn’t asking her opinion on the matter.
The idea of another person drawing a razor over her private parts, especially a man who had already demonstrated he didn’t mind spilling her blood, made Kelsey shudder with trepidation. On the other hand, if she submitted to this demand she could begin the process of fooling James into thinking she was going along with his insanity. And it wasn’t as if she really had a choice anyway. He would do what he wanted, and she could come along quietly, or kicking and screaming. That was really all the choice left to her.
When he held out his hand, Kelsey took it, allowing him to pull her upright. She was pleased to see she could put a little more weight on her wounded leg than before, but distressed at how weak she felt overall. Was that part of his devious master plan—to keep her weak and hungry, and thus easier to control?
The man was a monster, but that monster held her life in his hands.
For now.
~*~
Sitting at the small desk in the corner of the room, James stroked his cock, silently congratulating himself on keeping the satellite internet service going for the cabin, even though he hadn’t come here all that often. Laptop open, he scrolled through the websites on his chosen topic, astonished to find out just how many there were. “This is a whole lifestyle,” he called out to Kelsey, who lay so prettily across the room on the bed in chains, her bare, naked cunt elevated by the pillows he’d placed beneath her ass, her legs spread wide so he could gaze at the sweet pink labia now so visible between her thighs.