event. Would you like that?”
She nods her head yes and her eyes light up at the thought that I am including her in my evening, even in some miniscule way. Yes, it is amazing how little it takes to make one happy when they are taken captive.
I really am considering keeping her. She adds so very much to my life. I don’t have many close friends because most of them are pompous asses just like me.
I pull my cell phone from my pocket and load the app that enables me to watch her every move. I’m careful to wait until it pops up so she can’t see the date and time.
“I am watching you and I expect you to be obedient and compliant as though I am here with you. If you’re a good girl, I will bring you some treats and we’ll converse over dinner.”
Her whole face lights up as she reaches out and gently brushes her fingers over my polished to perfection formal shoe, “That would be nice.”
Something pulls in my chest as I look down on her and I know…I have bonded with the woman I took captive…
Chapter Sixteen
Executioner
I look at my girl and chuckle. She is ready to go and break out a captive and she looks like a mini-me. She dressed in black from top to bottom with her hair pulled back and her pants tucked into her boots. She is standing, looking at me like I hold the world and all of its answers in my hands.
“Well you are a cute, little criminal,” I say, rubbing the top of her head. “This is serious business, kiddo. A lot can happen and you never know how things like this will play out.”
“I trust you and I’m ready.”
My heart swells with pride as I look at the woman who was made for me and I know I love her. Or, I am at least as close as a monster can come to loving someone. I know I damn sure am obsessed with her.
“Alright, kiddo, let’s go rescue this woman.”
She trots behind me like she trusts me with her life… and she can. We make our way out to the garage and get in one of the three cars I own—a black SUV with dark tinted windows. All of the guys in the brotherhood have one and we use them whenever we do a job.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yeah,” she coyly answers.
“Good, that nervousness will work to your advantage. You go into fight or flight mode and your senses will be keener. Tonight, you fight.”
She hangs onto my every word as I coach her and before I know it, we’re sitting in front of the shack that is being used as the doc’s hideout.
In a matter of moments, the team pulls up and we make our way up to the front door. Miller works his magic and has us in the house in no time. The guy can get into anything. He’s so skilled he could break into Fort Knox if he needed to. The military did one hell of a job training us. Uncle Sam would be proud…or maybe not.
We make our way down into the basement and I hear Kansas gasp as she eyes the woman in the cage.
“Who are you people?”
“We’re here to rescue you, sweetie,” I reassure her as Miller begins to work on the lock on the cage.
None of us are ready for what happens next.
“No, no, no!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
We all look at each other, shaking our heads, and Miller says what we’re all thinking, “She’s bonded with her captor.”
My phone rings and I look down and see that it is none other than the doctor.
“What?” I answer.
“Please tell me that you are not in my home abducting my research subject who is there of her own free will.” He continues talking when he senses me hesitating and trying to process the cluster-fuck of emotion this woman is exhibiting. “Ask her, she’ll tell you.”
I look down on the woman who has been listening to the conversation on speaker phone.
“He’s right, I don’t want to leave. I am here of my own free will.”
“You’re a fucking poster child for Stockholm Syndrome is what you are.”
Miller nudges me and whispers, “No different than our women.” Fuck! He has a point.
“You listen to me, you crazy fuck! You wanna
She nods her head yes and her eyes light up at the thought that I am including her in my evening, even in some miniscule way. Yes, it is amazing how little it takes to make one happy when they are taken captive.
I really am considering keeping her. She adds so very much to my life. I don’t have many close friends because most of them are pompous asses just like me.
I pull my cell phone from my pocket and load the app that enables me to watch her every move. I’m careful to wait until it pops up so she can’t see the date and time.
“I am watching you and I expect you to be obedient and compliant as though I am here with you. If you’re a good girl, I will bring you some treats and we’ll converse over dinner.”
Her whole face lights up as she reaches out and gently brushes her fingers over my polished to perfection formal shoe, “That would be nice.”
Something pulls in my chest as I look down on her and I know…I have bonded with the woman I took captive…
Chapter Sixteen
Executioner
I look at my girl and chuckle. She is ready to go and break out a captive and she looks like a mini-me. She dressed in black from top to bottom with her hair pulled back and her pants tucked into her boots. She is standing, looking at me like I hold the world and all of its answers in my hands.
“Well you are a cute, little criminal,” I say, rubbing the top of her head. “This is serious business, kiddo. A lot can happen and you never know how things like this will play out.”
“I trust you and I’m ready.”
My heart swells with pride as I look at the woman who was made for me and I know I love her. Or, I am at least as close as a monster can come to loving someone. I know I damn sure am obsessed with her.
“Alright, kiddo, let’s go rescue this woman.”
She trots behind me like she trusts me with her life… and she can. We make our way out to the garage and get in one of the three cars I own—a black SUV with dark tinted windows. All of the guys in the brotherhood have one and we use them whenever we do a job.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yeah,” she coyly answers.
“Good, that nervousness will work to your advantage. You go into fight or flight mode and your senses will be keener. Tonight, you fight.”
She hangs onto my every word as I coach her and before I know it, we’re sitting in front of the shack that is being used as the doc’s hideout.
In a matter of moments, the team pulls up and we make our way up to the front door. Miller works his magic and has us in the house in no time. The guy can get into anything. He’s so skilled he could break into Fort Knox if he needed to. The military did one hell of a job training us. Uncle Sam would be proud…or maybe not.
We make our way down into the basement and I hear Kansas gasp as she eyes the woman in the cage.
“Who are you people?”
“We’re here to rescue you, sweetie,” I reassure her as Miller begins to work on the lock on the cage.
None of us are ready for what happens next.
“No, no, no!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
We all look at each other, shaking our heads, and Miller says what we’re all thinking, “She’s bonded with her captor.”
My phone rings and I look down and see that it is none other than the doctor.
“What?” I answer.
“Please tell me that you are not in my home abducting my research subject who is there of her own free will.” He continues talking when he senses me hesitating and trying to process the cluster-fuck of emotion this woman is exhibiting. “Ask her, she’ll tell you.”
I look down on the woman who has been listening to the conversation on speaker phone.
“He’s right, I don’t want to leave. I am here of my own free will.”
“You’re a fucking poster child for Stockholm Syndrome is what you are.”
Miller nudges me and whispers, “No different than our women.” Fuck! He has a point.
“You listen to me, you crazy fuck! You wanna
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