GAGE
She stalks toward the bathroom, angry as hell.
Good, because I’m never going to be her knight in shining armor, and the sooner she realizes that, the better it will be for us both.
I hadn’t expected her to be as pretty as she is. Her layers make it hard to see her figure, but she’s clearly petite, with delicate features, and white-blonde hair that frames her perfect heart-shaped face. What really strikes me is how deep red her lips are without lipstick.
I’d love to bite them, making them swollen and pouty. That would teach her a lesson.
I pull off my shirt, hating that we have to hole up in one of the havens around town, but vetting is hard, and I can’t risk anyone growing attached to her if she needs to be put down.
Which I would not hesitate to do if the situation called for it.
The bruise on her head is worrisome. If she hadn’t spoken up right when she did, I might have put a bullet between her eyes. But I’d figured everyone deserves to depart this world with their last words heard, and hers were certainly relevant.
Well, not everyone. I’m going to have to pay a visit to the fucker that marred her. He was clearly intent on raping her, keeping her as a slave, and if she had listened to him, he’d be fucking her right now.
I could be fucking her right now, but I’m not sloppy. She could be hiding a bite. Sometimes it takes days to turn. She could be holding a secret.
I grab my duffle, pull out a chain, and reach up to thread it through the eyelet in the ceiling. She’s not going to like what I do to her, but that’s fine.
The walkie-talkie comes to life.
Blake: Any update on the lamb?
Gage: She’s showering. Then, we get down to business.
Blake:You think you’ll take her to the Keep?
Gage: It’s hard to say.
Blake:I wanna hear every fucking detail.
Interestingly enough, I most definitely want to bring her to the Keep, which is absurd considering I’ve known her for all of two days, thirty minutes of that being in the flesh.
I haven’t even checked her body yet and I’m already half-mad with lust. My balls ache to unload into her undoubtedly tight cunt. I could take her right now, if I wanted. As per our negotiation. The inspection could come afterward.
But that’s how you end up dead.
That’s not the only reason I’m holding out, though. No woman is going to make me lose control. Not a single one. Holding off isn’t just for safety. It’s a flex, showing her and me that I’m not beholden to her charms.
She belongs to me, not the other way around.
Blake: Well, I’m off to pop a few dead. Make sure to give me some updates.
Gage: Be safe.
I grab a few MREs from the chest under the bed for when she’s done. Sure, I’m an asshole, but I meant what I said when I promised to take care of her. She will not hunger and she’ll be well protected.
She’s going to hate you.
Like I care. As long as she upholds her end of the arrangement, she’ll be a kept woman. In this world, to most, that’s a dream.
And it’s not like her payment will be that high. Her body will get used to mine eventually. After I stretch her out. Children will come later, when she realizes what she has to lose if she denies me.
I just need to get past the awkwardness of the first time, taking her prized virgin cunt.
And while I might be a monster, I’m not unnecessarily cruel. After I fuck her, I’ll give her time to rest. An extra-long stretch before I claim her again. Perhaps I’ll show that motherfucker that hurt her the other end of my sword.