As promised, he returns thirty seconds later, just as I’m finishing up. He watches me as I wash my hands and hold my mouth under the tap to get a drink of water. Then I follow him back into the bedroom where he hands me a large clean white T-shirt. Dropping the towel to the floor, I pull on the shirt that fits me more like a dress while Declan gets dressed as well. By the time he pulls on his shirt, he is back to being his normal emotionless self. The mask being set into place, the connection we shared in the shower completely gone now.
Chapter Six
Wes
I make her walk in front of me when we exit the elevator on the third floor. Her bare feet make almost no noise on the old hospital linoleum floor. I try to concentrate on her feet and not on her bare legs, or how her hips sway with every step and definitely not how her whole body is trembling with fear. It excites me, turns me on, while at the same time it disgusts me. I want her fear, in fact, I need her afraid. It’s the only way this will work. She slows down when we reach the same room that we had tied her to the bed in yesterday, and I prepare myself, half expecting her to try to run from me at any second. When she doesn’t move, I clear my throat.
“Walk all the way to the end,” I order her, and she starts moving again. She stops at the end of the hallway and turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes are wide, uncertainty filling them. If she thinks I’m the nice guy in all of this, the one that can save her from this madness, then she’s going to be sorely disappointed.
“To the right,” I direct and she turns at my words. A small gasp escapes her mouth, as soon as she enters the room. Turns out we didn’t have to build a cell to keep her in, there was already a cell here… a padded one for psych patients.
Shock courses through me when she steps in without complaint. For some strange reason, I never expected her to follow directions which causes me to analyze her. Maybe she’s just too scared to say something, which is the best case scenario really, we need her scared. Or maybe she’s coming to her senses, realizing there is no way out of this?
She stops in the center of the room, where I left her a stack of blankets, and turns around to face me. Her hands are clutching onto the water bottle and sandwich we gave her upstairs, but judging by her facial expression, she isn’t nearly as scared as I thought she would be at this point and that pisses me off. Does she think this is a fucking vacation? That all it would take is one word and Declan would be down here putting a bullet between her eyes? Maybe I need to remind her of that.
“Don’t think that what we did this morning changed anything. We will continue to use your body. It’s obvious we have been way too easy on you, so you’ll stay in here from now on. Your daddy has until six tonight, if he doesn’t give us what we want, we’re going to take another video for him, and this time it won’t be just a quick preview like the last one. This time you’ll be the star of the show, and you’ll do exactly as we say, otherwise, you’ll wish we would have killed you already.” My words are clipped and harsh sounding just as I intend them to be.
Her eyes fill with fear, her body trembling. My blood pounds, burns at her reaction. That’s just what I want to see. I turn around and walk out of the cell, closing it and locking it before making my way back upstairs. My cock is rock hard, and my blood is still slightly boiling when I reach the living room.
Trey is on his laptop when I walk in, he looks up when he sees me approaching, and I know just from the worried look in his eyes that whatever he is going to say isn’t something I’ll like.
“He didn’t respond yet…and he’s most likely not going to.”
“How do you know?”
Trey rolls his eyes, clearly offended by my question.
“What do you mean how do I know? I’ve been monitoring his emails and phone calls since last night. He opened the email a few minutes after we sent it. Right after that, he called his head of security and chewed his ass then told him to find his daughter. He called and emailed some more people this morning, calling in some favors, trying to get more information on us, but of course there is none to be found. If he’s trying to find her, he’s doing a shit job, and if he wants her back, he’s doing an even shittier job, because he hasn’t given me a single indication that he is going to contact us. Either he’s not taking this seriously, or he doesn’t give a fuck.”