40. Brynn
I ’m groggy, so fucking groggy. I go to roll over, but my arms are tied.
I’m tied?
I blink rapidly, looking around, realising with horror that I’m here, in this damned room again, tied up like a doll.
“Morning, beautiful,” Conrad says, stroking the strands of hair from my face. He’s sitting there, on the bed, next to me like he spent the entire night watching me sleep, waiting for this moment.
“What is this?” I hiss.
Only then do I register it. The pain, the horrific sharp pain on my chest. I look down, ignoring the lingerie that he’s apparently dressed me in, and I can see that large white plaster taped above my cleavage.
No.
No.
Please, no.
He leans in, cupping my cheek, “I told you, you’d have a reward.”
I frown before it all comes back to me. Yesterday. Magnus. Him being so angry in the car that he almost killed me. God, what a way to go. I can imagine it, the irony of choking on his cock. I guess that would be karma for him though, wouldn’t it?
But it doesn’t explain this, it doesn’t explain why my skin feels like it’s on fire.
“Magnus’s wife has one, it’s only fair you do too.” He states.
Has what? Why is he speaking in riddles? What the fuck is he talking about? It would help if my head wasn’t still struggling from the aftereffects of whatever drug he gave me.
“We’re going to make it a tradition,” He adds, “All Blake wives from now on will be branded.”
Branded? Did he say branded?
I stare with horror at that plaster again, and then it hits me. Jesus fucking Christ. He did it to me, he burnt that same awful thing into my flesh, just like Magnus did to Liliana.
“No!” I wail. No.
No. No. No. I can’t undo that.
I can’t get rid of that.
Even if I did ever get away, that will now always be there, will always be a reminder.
“You’re perfect now,” He states, “Well, almost perfect…”
Oh god, he’s going to go on about being pregnant again, isn’t he?
He reaches over, turning the tv on and that same familiar moaning starts up.
“We’re going to ramp up your conditioning. You didn’t exactly perform as expected in Oblivion. Next time I take you there, I expect an improvement.”
My eyes bulge. I shake my head, but he’s already shoving a toy into my pussy, pushing it in so it’s there vibrating against that deliciously forbidden spot that I hate so damn much.
“Just relax, doll. I’ll be back in a few hours,” He says before fondling my breasts one last time and walking out the door.
I let out a growl. A snarl.
The rope is too tight to get loose. I yank as hard as I can, and all I can feel is my skin tearing.
I sink back, shutting my eyes but those moans continue so loudly that I can’t block it out. And despite how I feel, my body is already reacting, already leaning into it. Into the toy, desperately seeking that promised hit.
Only, it’s not enough. It’s never enough.
He does it on purpose, he leaves that toy vibrating so low that all it does is make me desperate. Leaves me a pathetic, needy mess. Ready for him.