Chapter 12
Atlas
I am waiting for my brother Joey to get his ass over here while watching the drama unfold before me on my computer. I hid cameras in the ceiling of her bedroom when I bought the house.
She'll only have privacy in the bathroom because there is no way to escape. I didn’t want her to sit in darkness, so I installed the windows high and out of her reach. I want to make sure she gets plenty of sunshine.
After all, she did nothing wrong and would not be unjustly punished because I stole her. Discipline only comes when she is naughty and non-compliant, which she is currently exhibiting.
I am watching her scream and stamp her feet, unraveling the bandages I carefully placed. She is turning into a total train wreck.
What the fuck? I need to get in there and sedate her. I can’t have her in this state when the doctor gets here, not to mention she keeps fucking up her feet every time she goes into another one of her meltdowns.
I filled the syringe with propofol. It doesn't affect a person's memory like Midazolam does, and isn't as potent. I put it in my pocket and then texted my brother.
"Joe, where the fuck are you? Move your ass!"
I hit send and head back to Kitten's room. I put my hand on the keypad to retract the locking mechanism, allowing me access. She was lying on the floor in the far corner of the room, moaning and sobbing.
Her bandages were almost completely gone from her feet; some of the gauze was barely hanging by a thread, discolored from the dried blood.
My shirt was much too big for her. The shirt twisted around her little body, exposing her pale legs and upper thighs.
She didn’t acknowledge my presence as I walked over to her.
She looked directly at me, but remained silent.
The only noises that came out of her mouth were her shallow breaths and low moans.
She seemed devoid of her surroundings. I cursed under my breath as I bent over and picked her up from the floor. I carried her over to the bed and gently laid her on the sheets.
“Shhh, shhh.”
I whispered as low as possible so she wouldn’t become upset again. She didn’t move or protest. I lightly touched her feet, shaking my head.
“Now look at what you’ve done to your bandages, Kitten. I am going to give you something to help you relax. I think you need to rest while I am gone this morning.”
She looked at me with a blank expression; a small sob escaped her lips as I removed the syringe from my pocket.
“Mister, you are going to kill me, aren’t you?
I saw those whips and all the other stuff you have in there.
I don’t know what I did to you to deserve this because I am not bad.
I have harmed no one in my life. I love animals and take care of them.
I believe in God, yet here I am at the mercy of a madman.
” Her small body shook as she let out another sob.
My voice remained calm.
“No, Kitten, I will not kill you. I would never kill you, so put that thought out of your mind.
You did nothing wrong, pet. I saw something I liked, and I took it.
This has nothing to do with karma and your belief in God.
This all has to do with me, and only me.
Regarding the stuff you found in the closet, we will discuss all of that when you wake up. "
I stroked her head to calm her down.
"Now, I want you to get some rest, and don’t worry about any of the whips, chains, and other things you saw. None of that is important right now. Once I explain everything to you, then you will understand."
I pulled the cap off quickly and inserted the needle into her arm, injecting her with the sedating liquid before she could protest or cry harder. I continued stroking her hair while I waited a few minutes for the drug to take effect.
She closed her eyes and drifted off into the darkness. I straightened out my bunched-up, oversized shirt on her small body, smoothing the wrinkles underneath.
I pulled the makeshift gown down, hiding her exposed lower half, and covered her with the blanket to keep the chill off her. She will be out for a while, so maybe she'll be well-rested when she wakes up. We will discuss why she is with me, and what all those toys she found mean for her.
Although I revel in her pleading and begging, I don’t want to scare her to death. The last thing I want her to do is ultimately come apart.
That isn’t my plan. It is time to stop playing games and tell her what I expect and the rewards she will receive if she complies.
It is that simple. Of course, I know it is difficult for her to deal with, but she will adjust. She has plenty of time to learn how to please me.
I won’t ever put her body through anything she can’t handle, but I will push her limits.
She is made for me; she doesn’t realize it yet. I tended to her feet, bandaging them up securely for the second time this morning. I may have to restrain her legs until her feet heal. She keeps opening the cuts up every time she loses her shit.
I looked down at her for a few minutes, enjoying her rare beauty.
She had the plumpest, most natural lips I have ever seen, almost a light cherry color.
Her dark, sooty lashes, resting against her pale ivory skin, looked stunning.
I bent over and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Sleep well, my sweet Kitten. I will see you when I return.
I walked away from my sleeping beauty and exited the room, locking her in securely when I left. I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. My throat feels dry this morning. I put Kits' smoothie in the refrigerator.
It didn’t look like she would drink it for breakfast after all. I heard an engine outside. I clenched my fists as I listened to the car door slam shut. My brother finally fucking showed up!
I met him at the door with a scowl on my face.
“What the fuck, Joe? What took you so long?”
He shrugged, grinning at me.
“I had to stop for my morning coffee, Atlas. I can’t function without it. You know that.”
If anyone else were talking to me this way, I would have knocked them out cold for dismissing my needs. I am used to getting what I want when I want it. I have people at my beck and call at all hours of the day.
Joey and Zach are the only two men who can get away with shit like this, and they know it.
They were like my own kids, having brought them up after my mother and father died.
The twisted snarl on my face was indicative of just how fucking pissed off I was.
“Yeah, I understand you need your fucking coffee in the morning, but when I text you to get over here ASAP, I mean NOW, before coffee or anything else. Don’t push my buttons, kid! ”
My brother ran his fingers through his hair, rolling his eyes at me. “Uggh. You need to get on something for that temper of yours, Atlas. I’m here, aren’t I?"
He set his coffee on the table. A smile spread across his lips as he took a seat.
"I’m sure if you had a dead body that needed to be removed, you wouldn’t be calling me.
You would leave that to your cleanup crew.
You know I can’t handle that shit. I would puke all over your floor, and I know how anal you are about cleanliness.
My sensitive self can’t handle that type of drama. ”
I just shook my head and grabbed him by the arm.
“Come with me. I need to show you something.”
I brought him over to my sleeping beauty, gaining access with my print on the keypad. Joey's mouth slacked open.
“Umm, what’s going on here, Atlas? Why is this girl out cold on your bed? I told you I want nothing to do with any of your executions or interrogations. I am aware of your violent methods. You need Jacob or Yara for that.”
I let out a heavy sigh as I led him over to the chair. “Sit down. It isn’t anything like that. Have I ever involved you in any of that shit at any time in your whole life?”
He shook his head as he sat in the chair.
“Here’s the deal, Joey. I took this girl for myself, and I want you to watch her when I leave the house. So that means you need to get here when I text you immediately, or you can stay in the guest room instead.”
My brother just looked at me like I were insane. He rubbed his eyes as though what he was seeing was a mirage.
“Why would you just kidnap a random girl? I mean, are you having issues finding willing women? If that’s the problem, I can give you a list of twenty who would be happy to do whatever nasty shit it is you like to do.
I have seen what some of those women looked like after you were finished with them. ”
I scowled at him.
"I don’t care what the fuck you’ve seen, heard, or fantasized about in your handsome head.
What I do with my women on my time is none of your business, so stay the fuck out of it.
You will care for the girl while I am away from the house.
We are taking off in three months. Until then, she will stay here with me discreetly, so to speak. ”
I ordered Joey to stand near the keypad.
“Put your hand inside, please. I need to program it for you to gain entry.” My brother rolled his eyes at me again, something he does often, and although I am used to his smart-alec behavior, I have no fucking patience for it today.
“Knock it the fuck off with the eye-rolling, Joey. Just put your fucking hand on the keypad."
My brother knew not to push me too far and did as he was told. I pressed a few buttons on the security device, and just like magic, Joey had access to my pet.
I looked at him, totally pissed off.
“Now, was that so fucking hard? I’ll be out for a brief time. You need to monitor her. This door needs to be locked at all times, Joey. Do you understand?”
He nodded.
“Of course, I understand, Atlas. I will make sure everything is secure, so your little dove doesn’t fly away. How long before you think she wakes up?”
I led Joe out of the room, locking the door behind me, and we headed for the kitchen. I ran over to the island and grabbed my keys.