She stands up and holds out her hand for me to take. “It’s time I show you my pet.”
CHAPTER10
Clemmie
“Where are we going?”August asks.
I dance through the forest, feeling on top of the world. I want to slip off my sandals and wriggle my toes in the dirt, but I should keep them on for where we’re going. I raise my hands, stroking the leaves as I pass. They’re so soft, so full of life.
August finally fucked me.
I knew it was what he wanted. It’s what we’ve both been waiting for, and it was even better than I imagined. I could see inside his head, and that’s how I knew he wanted me more than anything. August said that sex is about more than fucking, and now I’m starting to understand what he means.
“How much further?” August grumbles.
He hasn’t been this far onto our land before.
August thinks Daddy keeps me prisoner, but he doesn’t realize Daddy has given me the ability to be free and embrace every part of myself. He has parties in the basement, but these woods are mine.
“It’s not far from here,” I chirp, then say to the air, “I’m coming, my darlings!”
“Huh?” I turn back to see August’s eyebrows lower in confusion.
He’ll see soon enough.
“Here we are!” I declare, skipping to the center of the clearing. Daddy is right about this place. It is the perfect spot. It’s not until I duck to clear away all the branches and leaves that August sees what I’m doing. “Ta-dah!”
This is the door to the underneath.
Is August ready for what he’s about to see?
Of course he is! I tell myself. August loves me. If he can screw someone he sees as a sister, he’s ready for this. If he loves me, he’ll understand, and if he doesn’t... well, I have another solution for that, which I’d rather not think about.
August kneels to get a better view of the trapdoor. “What the fuck is this?”
“Daddy isn’t the only one who plays with toys,” I say, leaning to key in the code that keeps the door shut. “His playroom is in the house, but mine? It’s here.”
There’s a beep, and it slides to reveal concrete steps that lead into darkness. No one else is around, but I steal a look over my shoulder to make sure we’re alone. Daddy has a lot of security measures to ensure no one crosses the perimeter. Even if they did find it, they’d never get in without the code.
I head down the steps, pausing to turn on the light and illuminate the concrete in an amber glow. It reminds me of candles flickering, making it cozy.
“Come on, August.” I turn to him and grin, offering him my hand. “You’re safe with me, I promise.”
“I’m the one who should be keeping you safe,” he mutters but slides his fingers through mine.
His giant hands consume my tiny palms, just like his massive dick destroyed my pussy. He’s bigger than any man I’d taken before, including Daddy. After taking every inch of his deliciousness, walking was even more painful, but the ache was nice. It’s a friendly reminder of how he succumbed to his desires. A reminder of how we are meant to be.
“Jesus, Clemmie.” He puts his spare arm up to cover his mouth and nose as I close the hatch behind us. “What’s that smell?”
“You get used to it,” I reply, leading him down the steps to the corridor.
The smell used to bother me, but it doesn’t faze me now. I have a strong stomach. I’ve spent so long down here that the smell of human shit, blood, and piss is about as homely as the mansion. This isn’t the kind of hole a serial killer digs in their garden to hide victims; this is properly constructed. It has a purpose.
“This is one of the reasons Daddy bought this place,” I explain to him as we go along the long corridor. “There are tunnels that lead back to the house and his basement.”
I take a few turns. It’s worlds away from the forest above. I like that. Sometimes I think about how this land is like me. No one knows what’s hiding underneath.
“What the fuck is down here?”