Chapter 13
Atlas
I pulled into the driveway and entered the kitchen with the cat carrier and the gym bag I half-assed filled with her clothes and the other shit I grabbed.
If this weren’t so fucked up, anyone would have thought I was returning home to my wife after running errands for her.
I am genuinely obsessed with this woman because otherwise, this would have played out differently.
If she were just an ordinary prisoner, I would have dropped the cat off at a shelter, and that would have been the end, but I felt I owed her for the predicament I put her in. I set Tuna down on the floor along with the gym bag and ran back to my car to grab the food and cat litter.
When I entered the kitchen again, my brother Joey was holding the cat, standing near the island with a surprised look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing with this guy? You fucking hate having cats in your house.”
I cocked my brow as I set the litter down on the floor and threw the canned food on the table.
“It’s not my cat. It’s Kits. When I grabbed her last night, I obviously didn’t have time to grab him, too.
I was kind of in a rush to get out of there.
He is only here for the night. I will bring him into the office tomorrow and find him a home.
I need you to fill up his shit pan with litter and put down some food and water while I go to Kit’s room.
The doctor should be here in a few minutes. I take it she is still out cold?”
Joe furrowed his brow at me. “Yes, she is still sound asleep. She hasn’t moved since you left. You must have given her a good amount of drugs to put her out for so long, and why the hell do I have to take care of the damn cat? Don’t you have a housekeeper for this shit?”
I grabbed the gym bag from the floor, clutching it tightly.
“Just do what I told you to do, Joe. Take two guesses why my housekeeper will not be coming anymore, and since you are my assistant, her job falls into your lap. Do you have an issue with that?”
My brother smiled at me while he stroked and cuddled Tuna before releasing him.
“Ok. No problem. You know I always do as you ask, Atlas; I am just a bit surprised by your current situation, that’s all. I’ll take care of the cat and babysit your prisoner when you leave. No more questions. I promise.”
My brother knew my cash reserve for bullshit was empty. He was smart enough to know it was time to stop busting my balls before I hauled off and punched him. Joey is not the type who can handle violence in any form. He would probably have curled up on the floor and cried if I had hit him.
He was usually obedient to my commands and questioned nothing I did, but I knew he would be curious about the girl. I left him with the cat and headed for Kit's room.
Once inside, I unpacked the gym bag, hanging everything up in her closet. I put her panties, bras, and other delicates into her bureau drawers. She will have a new wardrobe this week. I will choose all her lingerie and underwear, and Joe can take care of the rest.
She needs to look pretty for all the kinky adventures I have in store for her. Just thinking about it makes my dick smile. What else is fucking new? When I finished hanging her clothes, my brother peeked inside the door.
“The doctor is here. Do you want me to send him in?”
I nodded as I put the last of her things in the bureau.
I walked over to the bed, looking at my beautiful obsession lying in a deep sleep. Her mouth was open slightly. I detected a little drool that escaped and ran down her chin.
I gently wiped the area clean with a tissue from the nightstand. I balled it up and threw it into the wastebasket, taking a seat in the chair waiting for the Dr. to get his ass in here. My brother returned a minute later, with the doc following quickly behind. He looked at me and nodded.
“If you need me for anything else, Atlas, let me know.”
He exited the room and left us alone with Kit. I shook the doc's hand and led him to my girl.
“I need the tracker put into her arm. Make sure it is deep enough so she can't remove it, and I want another one inserted in the back of her neck."
I decided to insert two trackers, but I will only tell her about one. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Sometimes, I play dirty pool, but it is for a reason. I will still know her location if she escapes by some miracle.
Sneaky?
Yes, but necessary.
I looked at the doctor and smiled.
"I also want the birth control planted in her other arm, and I'd like to test her for any STDs and AIDS as well.”
I was going to be fucking her soon. I need to make sure she is disease-free. She isn’t a virgin, and it’s anyone's guess who the fuck she slept with over the last few years.
I wouldn’t know because I wasn’t watching her then. It would have been better if she had been a virgin, but that wasn’t the case. I could have run an extensive background check on her, but I didn't bother. I am not very concerned about her past.
She isn’t a girl who would get into trouble with the law or have any secrets; I was sure of it.
The only thing I want information about is her health. That’s it. She will open up eventually and tell me about herself. The good doctor never asked questions or looked at me like I was a nutcase. He inserted the trackers and the birth control implant, then drew her blood as instructed.
He looked at me with a slight smile on his chubby, round face as he put the vials into a tray and carefully placed it into his bag.
“I assume you would like the results ASAP?”
He asked, raising a brow.
I smiled. “Yes, preferably by tonight."
The doctor nodded.
"I will drop them off at the lab when I leave here, sir.”
I traced my index finger over the Band-Aid on Kits' arm, feeling the small trauma lump beneath where the doc inserted the device. It will be gone by tomorrow, and she’ll be fine. I did the same on her neck but insisted on no Band-Aid.
This location was a secret. She didn’t need to know about it. There wasn't a lump where he inserted the birth control into her other arm. I turned to the doctor.
“I also need you to look at her feet. They are a mess. I need ointment for them and an antibiotic.”
The doctor walked over to the bottom of the bed, waiting for me to lift the blankets. He knew better than to touch her without my permission. I am a very possessive man, and everyone knows it. I am sure he had some idea of the situation with the girl, but he would never question me.
I pay him very well to be at my beck and call twenty-four hours a day. Since she is mine, no one would dare lay a hand on her unless I allowed it.
Even though he is a medical professional and has probably seen many naked women, this one was not for his viewing pleasure.
He would see her with no clothes on only while I was present.
I lifted the blankets, exposing the bandages.
He unraveled the gauze, closely examining the cuts and abrasions crisscrossing her heels.
“These are some nasty injuries. I’ll give you a script for penicillin and some Neosporin to apply twice daily.
She needs to stay off her feet for at least two to three days so they can heal.
She can walk to the bathroom, but can’t go jogging or go to the mall and browse all day. Very minimal pressure on those heels.”
I nodded. “Okay, thanks, Doc.”
“Keep an eye on how they look and heal, Atlas; she may be able to stand on them sooner. Use your own judgment. You can leave the dressing off at night and while she sits. The cuts will heal a lot faster that way.”
I looked at the doctor while I absentmindedly ran my fingers over the bottom of her tiny feet.
“How effective is the birth control implant?"
He glanced at me as he zipped up his medical bag.
"Well, it is like anything else. It has some risks, but it is usually ninety-nine percent effective.
Some women do become pregnant while on birth control, but the odds of that happening are extremely low.
You need to wait seven days before you have intercourse to give it time to get into her system. "
Seven days! My dick will fall off before then.
I rubbed my chin while still lightly caressing my pet's feet.
"I am going to have her tubes cut and tied when we get to the island. I don't want even a one percent risk of getting her pregnant, so be prepared for that as soon as we arrive."
"As you wish, Atlas. I believe I am all set here."
“Okay, Doc, thanks a lot. Get those test results back to me by the end of the day.”
He nodded his head and smiled. “I will, sir."
I slapped him on the back and sent him on his way. I glanced at Kit. The medicine should start wearing off soon, so there is no time to waste. I needed to get her restrained before she woke up. I didn’t want to hit her with the syringe again to keep her calm.
I'll feel better about fucking her once her tubes are tied. I don't trust birth control. I had thought about a hysterectomy instead of the tubal ligation, but I didn’t want her on hormone pills to stop her from going through the change.
That would be too much.
The tubal ligation would work just fine. I walked to the closet, removed the cuffs, and brought them to the bed. I slapped them on her wrists and ankles, then fastened them to the divots I had drilled into the bedposts.
They were attached to adjustable chains to keep the person comfortable or uncomfortable, depending on the session. I wanted to keep my Kitten comfortable. This wasn't a punishment. I confined her so she wouldn't shred the bandages apart again if she had another meltdown.
I know she won't appreciate being restrained, but that's too bad. She will have to deal with it. I don't need more blood dripping from her wounds onto my floor and her sheets.
I looked at my spread-eagled sleeping girl. My shirt is so fucking huge on her; it looks comical. As soon as she wakes from her drug-induced coma, I will bathe and feed her. She's probably starving, and she will be very thirsty from the drug.
I haven't decided whether or not she can wear clothes.
She still has a few punishments hanging over her head. I will make all her decisions for her until she submits to me and has come to terms with her fate. I took one last look at her before leaving the room. Although she was restrained, I still locked her door.
I knew it was ridiculous for me to think this way, but for some reason, I thought she could still escape. I know there is no way out of those cuffs, but the irrational part of my brain, the part that fears losing her, doesn’t want to hear it.
I went back into the kitchen to fix lunch for the both of us. Tuna has free rein of the place until I re-home him, hopefully by tomorrow. Joey sat at the island, eyeing me.
I raised my brows.
“What? Do you have something on your mind?”
He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable.
“Well, I have some questions now that I have your attention. What are you going to do with the girl? And does she know you are giving away her cat?”
I looked up at my sibling; my face was void of emotion.
“Well, if you need to know, and obviously you do, I am keeping the girl for myself.
She is going to be accompanying us to the island, where she will stay with me, my staff, and anyone else who inhabits the estate until either she dies or I die.
She is my property now. As far as her cat?
She knows I will find the critter a good home.
I promised her I would, and I don't go back on my word. You know that.”
Joey ran his fingers through his hair and cleared his throat.
"Ok. She is yours, and I know you will never change your mind, but if you are trying to make her fall in love with you, Atlas, I don’t think this is how to do it.
Having grown up with you, I know how possessive you are, but it is your life, and I will never interfere with it.
I am sure she isn’t too happy about you giving away her pet, but that is something to work out between the two of you.
That is all I have to say, and now I will forget about it. ”
I looked at my younger brother and shrugged.
“I am not trying to get her to fall in love with me. She is my property to be used as I please. I will reward her for good behavior. I don’t love her.
I’m obsessed with her, that is all. I don’t want children, and I will never get married.
I took her because I wanted to. I will train her to obey me.
As far as her cat? No, she wasn’t happy, but I don’t give a fuck.
She will get used to it. Besides, the cat will be better off in a new home.
I am not a fan of fucking litter stinking up my house.
That's my decision. Any more questions?”
Joey rubbed his chin.
“No, that’s it. Do you need me anymore this morning? I have some errands I would like to run, if you don’t mind.”
I shook my head while still preparing lunch.
“No, you are free for a while. I would rather be alone with Kit when she wakes up. If I need you, I will text you."
My brother turned his head, looking for the cat.
I snapped my fingers, remembering I needed his help with fashion. I knew only how to choose sexy lingerie when it came to shopping for a woman.
"Oh, I'll need you to buy her some new clothes and underwear at some point this week. I know how much you love to shop, and you have good taste. I will pick out the lingerie online and give you the list; the rest is up to you."
Forgetting about the cat, my brother stood up, pulling his shorts down from his ball sac, gave me the thumbs up, and wished me luck before leaving. I was relieved he was gone.
I didn’t feel like answering any more of his questions right now.
What I do with my life is my business, no one else’s…
period. I put our lunch on a tray and carried it back to Kit's room, closing the door so Tuna wouldn’t stroll in and get her panties in a bunch.
Oh, that's right, she isn't wearing any.
I laughed as I set the tray on the desk.
I took a seat in the chair and watched her. My Kitten was waking up.