I turn the lights back on and, seeing a bucket, I set it underneath the cage. Taking the hood off her, I show her the bucket.
She frowns. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Do I look like the kidding type, princess?”
She stares at me, waiting for me to reveal it was just a joke after all.
“Good night,” I say and turn to leave.
It’s actually nearing dawn, but there are no windows in the basement. Making my way upstairs, I head to my bedroom on the second floor.
Fuck me, that was fun.
At first, I didn’t think much about playing out Casey’s fantasy, but her enthusiasm is rubbing off on me. I was into the scene so much I didn’t notice I had a missed call from Andrian. I had texted him earlier that I had Casey.
“So where you now?” Andrian asks when I call him back.
“My cabin near Tahoe,” I respond.
“I’m in New York. Lukashenko let me go. I had to promise him half my testicles, so this plan better work.”
“We got the daughter, didn’t we?”
“Was it difficult?”
“She set the trap herself, asking to be kidnapped.”
“Yeah?”
“It was a sexual fantasy of hers, and I fulfilled it.”
“Nice. You fuck her?”
For some reason, I hesitate. I’m not sure why it’s an issue. Andrian took me to my first brothel when I was barely a teenager. We’ve even been in the same room having sex with our respective partners.
“Yeah,” I reply. “She still thinks we’re just acting out her fantasy. She has no idea the real reason I’ve kidnapped her. You get any more info on Callaghan?”
“Lukashenko is calling me. Let’s talk later.”
After the call, while I’m taking a shower, I start wondering how Casey will react when she learns the truth. Hurt? Afraid? Devastated? I shouldn’t even care, but I toy with the possibility of keeping the fantasy going until the very end. She doesn’t need to know. She’s just a pawn.
There’s nothing more I need to do with her now. She’s tied up in the basement, and that’s where she can stay until we make arrangements with Callaghan for the exchange. His daughter for the SVATR laptop.
Provided the man wants his daughter back. Is he the kind of father who would throw his own offspring under the proverbial bus?
Chapter fourteen
Kai
Thedaystartscloudlessand sunny. The sort of day that allows people to ski in shorts.
Having changed into a sleeveless tee and sweats, I head down to the basement with a glass of water for Casey. I find her lying on her side, her panties still around her knees, the cum on her body dried.
“Look at you,” I say as I approach the cage. “You’re a slutty mess. You get any sleep?”
“You think you can sleep in this thing?” she returns.
“No, it’d be too uncomfortable,” I acknowledge. I hold up the glass of water. “Got something for you to drink.”