turned dry just looking at my work. With the bright lights shining down on Mary, she looked spotlighted. Displayed, just for me. Like a woman on a pedestal with all the attention being sucked in to her. And, soon, it would be.
Blonde hair flared out wildly around her solemn face. The black dress hung open as if she’d been the victim of some horrible attack. And right there, centerpieced on her glorious body, my signature. My teeth imprints. Mine. Fucking fantastic.
The odd dial tone filled the room, and I waited, wondering exactly what she planned on saying. All Mary had made clear was that I needed to act like myself. She’d said it sarcastically, but I knew what she had meant.
Victor’s face flashed on the screen. Next to him, Bethany. Swollen eyes and all. It was apparent she’d been crying. Maybe the ice queen actually had a heart. Maybe she was just upset because they’d been caught. Who knew where that bitch’s thoughts were?
“Mary.” Bethany gripped Victor’s arm as her sister’s name came out in sobs. Blonde hair fell into Mary’s face as she looked down at her lap. The ropes had her hands bound behind her back, making her chest stick out even more. Bethany came a little closer to the screen. “I’m so sorry. We’re going to bring you home, Mary. We are.” The crying got harder and Mary looked back up at the monitor, her own tears flowing down her face like an open faucet.
A shuddering breath left her mouth before she gained composure. “Daddy, I want to go home. I’m scared. Please tell me you’ve found something.”
The anger across Victor Hagen’s face couldn’t be disguised no matter how hard he tried. I stood in the background, crossing my arms over my chest.
“We’re following a lot of leads, sweetie. Give us some time. There’s a couple of different places she could be. My men are looking into them all. Just hang in there. We’ll have you back home before you know it.”
“That’s it? Hang in there? I want to come home. Find her. Get evidence to prove she’s okay that way he’ll stop this. I know you can do it. You can. You have the power to do anything, Dad. Please.”
Mary began to crying harder. I couldn’t stand to see her break down so fully. To see her beg that bastard. After everything I’d done, never once had she broken like that in my care. Seeing her so weak here, in front of her family, made me want to pull out her spirit; have her fighting again.
I couldn’t help it. I took long strides forward, coming in from behind her. Silky hair slid through my fingers and my hand pulled her head back. Bethany screamed, angrily, at the same time, sobbing just as hard as Mary.
“You better hope you find her soon. My patience is running thin. Every week you don’t have Lily home, I’ll carve my name into her again. It’ll continue until there’s no place for me to write.” I pulled Mary to her feet and she did it. She fought, making my heart soar. Wild thrashing made me tighten my arms. What came next, though, diminished my relief.
“Daddy! Daddy, don’t let him hurt me!” Mary screamed so heartbreakingly, to the point where I wasn’t sure if she was truly begging him or acting. I swung her around and motioned with my head for Brace to turn off the camera. The moment he nodded, indicating Victor couldn’t see anymore, Mary went limp.
What the hell had just happened? I couldn’t process it. My mind swirled with seeing my slave so upset. Nothing made sense. Sweat began coating my skin. Never had I felt like the bad guy in this, but suddenly, I wasn’t so sure.
“Suppose I deserve an Oscar for that.” Mary wiggled and I placed her on her feet. A smile came to her face and she lifted her arms off her back, waiting for me to untie her. Instinct kicked in and I spun her around, clutching to her hair so she had to look at me.
“That was…” What was that? Fucking brilliant? Terrifying as hell to know how it looked when she was broken and truly afraid?
Blonde hair flared out wildly around her solemn face. The black dress hung open as if she’d been the victim of some horrible attack. And right there, centerpieced on her glorious body, my signature. My teeth imprints. Mine. Fucking fantastic.
The odd dial tone filled the room, and I waited, wondering exactly what she planned on saying. All Mary had made clear was that I needed to act like myself. She’d said it sarcastically, but I knew what she had meant.
Victor’s face flashed on the screen. Next to him, Bethany. Swollen eyes and all. It was apparent she’d been crying. Maybe the ice queen actually had a heart. Maybe she was just upset because they’d been caught. Who knew where that bitch’s thoughts were?
“Mary.” Bethany gripped Victor’s arm as her sister’s name came out in sobs. Blonde hair fell into Mary’s face as she looked down at her lap. The ropes had her hands bound behind her back, making her chest stick out even more. Bethany came a little closer to the screen. “I’m so sorry. We’re going to bring you home, Mary. We are.” The crying got harder and Mary looked back up at the monitor, her own tears flowing down her face like an open faucet.
A shuddering breath left her mouth before she gained composure. “Daddy, I want to go home. I’m scared. Please tell me you’ve found something.”
The anger across Victor Hagen’s face couldn’t be disguised no matter how hard he tried. I stood in the background, crossing my arms over my chest.
“We’re following a lot of leads, sweetie. Give us some time. There’s a couple of different places she could be. My men are looking into them all. Just hang in there. We’ll have you back home before you know it.”
“That’s it? Hang in there? I want to come home. Find her. Get evidence to prove she’s okay that way he’ll stop this. I know you can do it. You can. You have the power to do anything, Dad. Please.”
Mary began to crying harder. I couldn’t stand to see her break down so fully. To see her beg that bastard. After everything I’d done, never once had she broken like that in my care. Seeing her so weak here, in front of her family, made me want to pull out her spirit; have her fighting again.
I couldn’t help it. I took long strides forward, coming in from behind her. Silky hair slid through my fingers and my hand pulled her head back. Bethany screamed, angrily, at the same time, sobbing just as hard as Mary.
“You better hope you find her soon. My patience is running thin. Every week you don’t have Lily home, I’ll carve my name into her again. It’ll continue until there’s no place for me to write.” I pulled Mary to her feet and she did it. She fought, making my heart soar. Wild thrashing made me tighten my arms. What came next, though, diminished my relief.
“Daddy! Daddy, don’t let him hurt me!” Mary screamed so heartbreakingly, to the point where I wasn’t sure if she was truly begging him or acting. I swung her around and motioned with my head for Brace to turn off the camera. The moment he nodded, indicating Victor couldn’t see anymore, Mary went limp.
What the hell had just happened? I couldn’t process it. My mind swirled with seeing my slave so upset. Nothing made sense. Sweat began coating my skin. Never had I felt like the bad guy in this, but suddenly, I wasn’t so sure.
“Suppose I deserve an Oscar for that.” Mary wiggled and I placed her on her feet. A smile came to her face and she lifted her arms off her back, waiting for me to untie her. Instinct kicked in and I spun her around, clutching to her hair so she had to look at me.
“That was…” What was that? Fucking brilliant? Terrifying as hell to know how it looked when she was broken and truly afraid?
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