ROBIN

"Do kidnapped people have the liberty to choose what food we would like to eat?" I asked.

He pulled out some stuff from the refrigerator and then slammed it shut. "I don't know about others but you can say I'm different, but you know what, I change my mind. You're gonna have to eat what I feed you."

Somehow that sounded even worse.

Good job for putting that idea into his head, Robin, now the psycho could feed you crushed glass, and you'd have to find a way to swallow it.

He worked around the kitchen effortlessly, moving around with ease. I watched him pull out a cleaver from the drawer.

My heart jumped into my throat.

This is it, I thought.

I'm going to be tortured to death.

Our eyes met briefly, there was darkness within them, and the images flashed through my mind again.

Blood soaked sheets, and Gage sitting in the thick dark liquid of my blood, unfazed by the stench of it.

Fear splintered into my heart.

Chop. Chop. Chop.

The knife slashed into the meat that he was cutting while he held my gaze.

"You're not allowed to look at me, Pet. Eyes on the floor, turn around and face the wall."

"I will not—"

"Do not make me come there. I'll do a lot worse. I'll break your skull."

The threat did it. Game or not, I didn't want to test him. I looked away immediately, turning around to face the wall.

After what felt like ages the scent of food wafted through the air, making my mouth water, and to my utter embarrassment, there was a loud growl that erupted from the pit of my stomach.

I heard him laugh and then there were the sounds of the furniture moving. I waited and waited for the food to be served but I wasn't getting served anything.

The chain secured to the wall unlocked.

My captor stood behind me with the chain clenched in his hand, "let's go to the other room, Snowflake."

I started to stand up when he pushed me down. "You will crawl to the room on your hands and knees."

My gritted my teeth and bit my tongue before saying anything. I was annoyed but I didn't say a word when he walked slowly ahead of me while I was forced to crawleon all ours to the other room.

What the hell am I even doing?

The asshole sat down on a couch and wouldn't let me sit on it. Instead, I was asked to kneel beside him on the floor. It was covered in carpet which was a relief, I wasn't going to have scrape my knees.

He sat down with his long legs sprawled in front of him, dominating the space. His fingers ran through my hair slowly, "my good little pet." His voice was deep and sensuous, like a mixture of heaven and sin.

Too bad he was a psychopath or a sociopath at least. Maybe I was going to be dead after the games are over.

What was my fate anyway? The day I had walked into that chat room and asked to be part of this is when the clock on my life had started to tick.

Fear crawled within me but it was slowly pushed away by anticipation.

The television blared in the background. There was some old
show playing on it. Keeping my head down, I quickly scanned the room.

It was far from luxurious which is what I was not used to. The walls were an ugly shade of depressive brown, some peeled wallpaper. Mismatched décor. Minimal furniture, a couch, television, and nothing else. It was an interior designer's nightmare come true.

It gave me the impression that he didn't live here.

Gage was smart. Why would he bring a woman to hisreal home when he had planned to play sick games with her? If hedecided to murder me, his house was the last place he'd want me killed. A cheaply rented house would do, and that's what he'd done.

What kind of a fucked up psycho gets turned on by this? I was judging him when I was the one who had allowed him to put me in the van. Gage had been kind enough to ask me twice if I wanted to keep playing.

Look at me calling a possible sociopath "kind"

He knew he had the upper hand. The minute I signed the waiver and agreed to his rules, I might as well have signed my death warrant.

He was pure evil. There was no other way around this. The excitement in his eyes that I saw, it was all real. He was a predator like any other, the only difference was Ted Bundy went for the kill, and Gage had asked for permission which was the lesser of the two evils. Gage tried his best to show me that he wanted to do this if I wanted it too and that I had to just say 'game over for this to stop.

I wanted to see how far he would go with this.

I could play one of my own games too.

You don't have anything to lose if your mere existence is a joke.

"You can watch tv if you want, Snowflake. I'm not stopping you."

"It's a boring ass show." I snapped and then held my tongue.

He caught fistfuls of my hair and yanked it until I was screeching for him to stop. His fingers dug painfully into my scalp, "Say 'thank you for allowing me to watch, Master, you're very kind'. Say it!"

"Thank you...for allowing me to watch, Master, you're very kind," I repeated just to get his hands off my hair.

He was intimidating but he didn't scare me, not at the very least.

He let go off me and reached for his dinner plate, pierced the fork into the meat, and chomped on it. My scalp felt like it had been stabbed with needles but the scent of the food made me moan in hunger. This was his way of torturing me for talking back to him. I was expected to sit beside him with my leash in his hand and obey.

"Master, can I have some food?"

He took some more bites of it. The bastard had gotten himself a glass of wine too.

"Say please."

"Can I please have some food?"

"Only if you'll crawl into my lap." He responded sweetly.

I glared at him.

"Don't you fucking look at me like that unless you want me to slap the shit outta you." He said coldly, "Come on, pet. I need you in my lap."

I could play along for now.

Standing up, I slipped into his lap. Amusement danced on his features but due to the silver wolf mask, I couldn't see those dark eyes. He pressed my waist, bringing me closer to him, my crotch was snug against his hip, thighs aligned with his stomach. I could feel his abs grazing my skin. He was a strong, burly man, and I'd never been with this type of men before.

They were always sweet. Too sweet for my taste.

His palm groped my breast. This was the first time he'd done something like that. He squeezed it painfully hard, running his thumb over the hardened bud, "You're going to stop me?"

I was breathing hard, embarrassed that I wasn't fighting back and feeling turned on instead.

"That's a good pet." He pierced the meat with his fork and brought it to my mouth, "Here, you're going to be rewarded for being so obedient."

I ate the food he offered me, relishing the taste of it. The meat was cooked medium-rare, perfectly seasoned, and succulent. I wish I could say that he was a bad cook just to make myself feel better, but he wasn't and I'd rather him be a great cook than a bad one since I would have to live and survive on his scrapes for the next ten days.

Ten days.

Would I survive that long?

Well, we're about to find out.

He fed me some more bites until I told him I was full. Since my captor was very generous, he even allowed me a few sips of his wine.

The food and the wine made me remember home and recall the bad decisions I'd made so far. Is this how I'm going to die?

"I want to go home." I sobbed, tears trickling down my cheeks.

He cupped my face, "Shhhhh...this is your home, Snowflake. I picked you up from the streets so that I could keep you with me. You're not going anywhere. Together forever, okay?" I stared right into his eyes, this strange man with even more stranger hobbies, "You wouldn't have to worry about anything else."

Was this part of the game or was he saying the truth?

"I'm not your pet!"

"That you are. You'll learn."

"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked, and then added, "Master?"

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, "Sure, Snowflake. Don't want you ruining my carpet."

He dragged me by the chain into the bathroom. Thankfully, he had the decency to unhook the chains from my neck and hands so that I could comfortably do my business. The fact that he took them off without hesitation was proof that he believed I couldn't run.

"And while you're at it, take your clothes off and hop into the bath. Use the soap on the counter." He leaned against the bathroom entrance and stared at me.

"I need some privacy."

"You're not getting any privacy in this house. Get used to it."

"Please...."

He gave me a bored expression, finally thinking I wasn't worth arguing over. "Fine, I'll give you ten minutes to do everything. Make it fast."

The door slammed behind him. The bathroom wasn't any better. It was clean but the teal-colored tiles had a yellowish hue to them telling me that they were ancient. I peed really quick, and then looked for something sharp just to fuck with him, to see if he would be scared if I pulled a weapon on him. I mean, he had given me plenty of scares up until now but what if I tried beating him in his own game?

After wasting five minutes searching, I only found a nail cutter.

A freakin nail-cutter.

I quickly hid it in a place where it was easily accessible to me and hopped into the bath. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity to clean myself. My dirty clothes were lying in the basket, and he'd kept a change of clothing. A black lacey bra with frills and matching panties for it.

The bath was great but the allotted time was up. I snatched the towel and wrapped it around my body. When I heard the door unlock, I grabbed the nail-cutter from the sink counter and pulled the pointed nail filer out of it.

"Do not come any closer or I'll hurt you!" I promised him.

Of course, I wasn't going to hurt him. I wanted to gauge his reaction, see the shock register on his face. He didn't even bat his eye. The good-looking asshole had to be trained in some kind of combat because I didn't even notice when he lunged at me, swiped at the nail-cutter out of my hand, and seized me in a death grip.

"Didn't I warn you, Pet? If you try to outsmart me, there will be hell to pay."

He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to some other room.

Horror slammed into me when I realized he'd taken me into his bedroom.

"No, please..." I pleaded.

There was a dark wood, four-poster bed. The room was...

Basic.

Minimal furniture again, nothing fancy, and it was giving me some seriously creepy vibes as if I'd entered into a horror movie.

He flung me onto the bed and climbed on top of it, trapping me between his legs, his large body hovering over mine.

The look that he gave me was pure evil, "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

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